Ending it

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                                 Rapture has gone to shit.

         There was literally no other way to describe this once called glorious city. Evidence of the quarrel was scattered everywhere. Corpses, flipped over tables, broken bottles littered the great ballroom. Curtains were torn and the huge chandeliers flickered overhead.

         Elizabeth walked carefully through the room to her destination, pistol gripped tightly in her hand. The mad chattering of people far away made her stomach turn and yet she stayed in the crumbling society. 

         A quick shadow in Elizabeth’s peripheral view made her fear get the best of her. With a swift turn, the woman got out her gun and held it ahead of her. She pointed at every table and corner.

         “Who’s there?” Elizabeth whispered harshly as she slowly backed up. The hard crunch of a wine class cracked beneath her heels, making Elizabeth silently curse to herself.  The pistol shook almost violently in her small hands.

                           “It’s just you and me. Show yourself.”  

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ok after like 1-2 weeks im back and with a face claim

Liv Tyler.

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While not normally a painter or visual artist at all, Kyle Fitzpatrick stood alone backstage at the Fleet Hall theatre, behind a canvas instead of a piano. There was quite a lot of staring blankly at the pallette, paintbrushes, and paint, but Kyle merely told himself to just let go and paint what he felt, but it was much easier said than done.

"Just do it like Kandinsky does…or Mr. Cohen," he told himself quietly, dipping the brush in the red paint. No sooner had he placed the bristles to the canvas and stroked down, a strange blue light began to shimmer in the dead center of the canvas. Kyle jumped, backing away.

"What the…" he started, inching a little closer to stare at it. It grew in length vertically and he began to hear a strange sort of distorted music, like a radio that was playing underwater. When he saw a lady’s hand emerge from the canvas, then he began to panic. Kyle yelled out, the paintbrush flying from his hand. Paint splattered on his face as he nearly tripped over the bottles at his feet.

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The alleyway was dark and smelled of garbage, faint music played from above her head. Elizabeth guessed it was from someone’s flat. Just the sight of the old brick walls made Elizabeth remember trying to stop some Comstock’s in the act of taking Anna. Her features contorted into a scowl. No more. No more remains of Comstock.

Before the siphon, opening a tear took so much effort but now all it took was a simple wave of a delicate hand. Using the tip of her little finger, Elizabeth drew a vertical line, which afterwards began to glow a brilliant blue. With another wave, it ripped open. Elizabeth used the edge of the tear as a stepping stool to support herself as she crawled through. After securing she would not fall, Elizabeth tilted her head up only to be faced with a man.

Returning his yell with a yell of her own the woman fell over into the paint, the tear closing behind her and taking the canvas with it. Elizabeth shook her head as she fixed her hair. “Sorry about…your painting.” Is all Elizabeth could say.

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I just finished Infinite and BAS so I must ask, Elizabeth now that your tower is destroyed where do you call home now?

"I considered that tower my home until I thought of Songbird as my warden. Homes should not have a shell of reinforced steel and a series of locked doors. Home is comfort through familiarity. I have...Rented a flat and surrounded myself in books and items that remind me of my journey." 

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Bw & grunge

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"Hey miss. I know we're on this job and all. And believe me, finding Sally is exactly what I want to do. But could we stop at that bar and have a few drinks or something?"

"I suppose that's alright with me, Mr. DeWitt. We can stop for some drinks and you can get me some more information on Sally." Elizabeth walked ahead of him. Walking to the nearest bar for his sake. "And you should make this fast. We don't have all day."

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"Da? I have little time, and little patience- so do not waste either."

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"Seems we have things in common." Elizabeth retorted. "I'm just here to sort some things out with Rapture." 

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"What happened to your face, miss? It's missing a smile!" Elizabeth flashed a toothy grin.

           Shouldn't she be gone? After all, Elizabeth had erased all copies of herself when she drowned Booker before he could make his decision of being reborn or not. Then again she did think all Comstocks were gone. Maybe few versions of herself remained as well.

            Looking at herself - her younger self - almost made Elizabeth's heart ache for obvious reasons.

           "Excuse my lack of a smile, I was in...thought." Elizabeth returned the girl's grin. "Why are you out in Rapture alone? Where are your parents?" She knew the answer but Elizabeth could not risk letting her run off alone and being turned into...one of those Sisters. 

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How do you deal with the cat calls you get in Rapture?

"I don't." She said with a sneer.

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No longer drenched in blood, her mind free of yet another Comstock, Elizabeth started to roam around Rapture. She took in the sights and sounds without any other business to attend to.  

While she was busy following around a sea turtle outside the glass Elizabeth rammed into another. She heard the echo of things dropping to the floor and immediately turned around to say a simple,

 "I'm so sorry. I-I wasn't paying attention. Here let me help." Before crouching to the floor to pick up the belongings. 

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She was so small. Her feet were bare; covered with mud and blood. Her dress was stained a plenty as well as scorch marks and tears. The very sight of her made Elizabeth loathe the people who thought turning children into monsters was a grand idea. | This was enough. In Elizabeth's mind repeated the ever repeated in her mind.

 "Approaching a Little Sister is a criminal offense. Do not approach the Little Sisters." 

Screw this. No one was around. Not even those awful giants were with the girls.

 "Excuse me...Excuse me?"Heels clicked on the ground as she trotted up to her. Smoothing out her skirt, Elizabeth bent down to match her height. "Are you okay?"

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“Hello there. Something I can do for you?" 

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Elizabeth was grateful for the dark lighting in his office, he shouldn't be able to see the scowl on her face. Making a turn at his desk Elizabeth looked out the window through the blinds. 

"Well...How about a light?" The woman replied, holding out a new cigarette. 

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“It’s not bubblegum. You don’t chew it.”

"Then what do I do with it?" Elizabeth questioned. She ceased chewing it immediately after she received the news. "Am I even supposed to eat it in the first place?"

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Are you certain that eliminating the vast amounts of Bookers and Comstocks is worth your time? It could be a complicated task considering that you are tampering with space and time but my brother and I shall be glad to assist you when the need arises.

"I know what I am doing, Miss Lutece. I only intend to wipe away the Comstocks that were not erased when I...Said good-bye to Booker.." Elizabeth spat out. Shifting her weight to the other side she continued, "But...When -IF- the time comes I'll be sure to ask for you help."

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So Elizabeth, now that you've jumped around the times what is you favorite book?

She moved her falling hair behind her ear and sighed. 

"I'm afraid I haven't found time to read. The last book I read was..." Elizabeth struggled to recall the memory. With a snap of her fingers she exclaimed with a smile, "The Little Prince. I realize it was a book for children I thought it was a great book."