A Toast to Diane Mcclintock

-RP blog for Bioshock's Diane McClintock- Indie, semi-selective. ALL DAMN NIGHT I was here waiting, cooked your favourite, dressed up real nice. I know you were with H E R, I know that you kissed her. You came home LATE, and I was SO MAD. I had my break-up speech ready, then you kissed my face. It's the way you persuade me... BOY, right before I say it's The End, you sweet talk me AGAIN, yo. I don't wanna be friends with you, no. Why am I such a FOOL when it comes to you?

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     He took the bottle in his hand, staring it down as he thought. Atlas didn’t personally splice, it was best not to use your own product, and after seeing how people changed after taking ADAM… he didn’t want to end up like that. He could give it to one of his followers in return for loyalty that was the usual option he would go with…but oddly enough he was feeling particularly generous today.

     ❝ What if… I manage to sell this and give you the profit? I’m sure you could use the money. ❞  That hadn’t meant to been an offensive jab for …once in his life.

It was a sweet gesture, but Diane’s instinctive response was to meet it with hostility. “I don’t need charity,” she insisted. “I’m not- not...” she faltered. Not what? Not poor? Not living on the last of the money she’d made selling remnants of her old life in Olympus Heights? She was desperate, and apparently it was obvious.

“At least let me help you sell it,” she offered in compromise. “Then it’s not giving its just... just business.” It was a phrase she’d heard Andrew use, and she felt a little thrill at saying the words herself. As though she was the savvy breadwinner in her life for the very first time.

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“Oh, Diane, I’m sure that’s not true. He’s just a busy man. I mean, he does have a city to run, after all. I bet thoughts of you are the only thing that gets him through the day.” She said it with a smile and a soft laugh but, truthfully, Alex couldn’t imagine a man like Andrew Ryan having feelings for anyone except himself. She hoped that wasn’t true. For Diane’s sake.

There was a paused, and Alex didn’t actually mean to say what slipped out next. “Do you ever wonder if we made a mistake?” She already regretted asking it, but Alex knew should couldn’t back out now. “Coming here, I mean? Choosing… Choosing the men we did?”

“He does eat the lunches I make for him,” she conceded. If he truly wasn’t interested in her anymore, surely he wouldn’t take the tupperware boxes to work with him each day. And he always read her handwritten notes, as well.

She shook her head, although there was doubt in her expression. “I met Andrew after I came here, and he’s... He’s everything. I love him.” She couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she was trying to convince herself more than she was Alex. “And besides, we’re living underwater! It’s like a movie, or a story book or something.” She missed the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair... but Rapture was beautiful, there was no denying it. “Did you ever imagine before that you’d be living in a place like this?”

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          One of Atlas’ men answered the door, rushing Diane in promptly. Once Diane was inside, Atlas dismissed his man leaving him and Diane alone. While he often preferred his men to be with him in case something went awry, he trusted Diane —as much as he could any way. He had her wrapped around his finger with her complete trust in him. There was no way in hell she was going back to Ryan now and even if she stopped working for him where else could she go?

          Stubbing out the cigarette he had been smoking into the ashtray on his desk, he let out an exhale of smoke and looked Diane in the eyes, his blue eyes meeting hers. ❝ Miss McClintock, it’s good to see you. What happens to be so urgent that you had to come down here to see me? ❞  

Diane allowed the man to escort her in without a fuss, smiling innocently up at him as she took her place by Atlas’ desk. She was sure he wouldn’t hire splicers knowingly, but one could never be too careful with these things. It was better not to provoke anybody if it could be helped. There was a knife in a concealed sleeve attached to the top of her stocking if need be, but she’d prefer not to use it.

The man left, and her smile fell. “I found this.” She reached into her handbag, removing the bottle and holding it out towards Atlas. “Figured I’d let you decide what to do with it. We both know how dangerous these things are.”

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“See, I knew it was fine.” She still didn’t sound convinced. Alex was trying her best to seem cheerful, but there was worry in her eyes. “It’s nice that he wants to know I’m safe. He’s talked about getting me a bodyguard, which I think is a little over the top.” Especially because she wasn’t sure that it was to protect her as much as it was to report back on what she was doing and who she was meeting.

Coughing slightly awkwardly, Alex said, “How are things with you and Andrew?” That didn’t sound too much like changing the subject, did it?

“Well, things are heating up around here,” Diane admitted. She might not know the full extent of the unrest amongst Rapture’s less fortunate, but she had heard whisperings at least. “I can understand him being concerned.”

Diane laughed before rolling her eyes. “He’s not hiring me a bodyguard any time soon, I can tell you that much. Some days I feel like he forgets I even exist altogether.”

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“I mean I guess?” Diane replied doubtfully. She supposed she wasn’t really one to judge. Andrew did the exact opposite; sometimes he seemed to forget she existed for days at a time. 

“A husband can definitely stalk his wife.” Lifting one hand to examine her nails, she made a mental note of the fact that the polish was just starting to chip. She’d have to fix that later. “It is kind of sweet though,” she conceded. “Part of me wishes Andrew would check in on me like that.”

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Diane knocked on the door to Atlas’ office. While she awaited his response, she took a moment to open the clasp on her last remaining Chanel handbag. The rest had been sold to make money for rent in her new Pauper’s Drop apartment, and for food. 

The plasmid bottle she’d found on a splicer’s corpse glowed brightly from within, and she let the lid of her bag fall shut. It was still there, thank God. One thing she’d learned since leaving Andrew’s side was how much people were willing to do to get their hands on the slightest bit of ADAM, how addicted they really were. Giving it to Atlas had seemed like the safest course of action. She sure as hell wasn’t going to take it herself. “Atlas? It’s Diane McClintock. And it’s kind of urgent.”

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where have I been??

well.

in addition to a whole lot of family drama that is hopefully going to start calming down in the coming weeks, I seem to have set up a group rp with a friend. so I’ve been spending a lot of my free time getting that ship afloat. we’ve finished our first season now though and we’re a good way into our second, so I’m going to try coming back to my favourite girl

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“Mr. Cohen, do you take constructive criticism?” Diane asked. She might not know the man very well, but Andrew spoke highly of him. And if Andrew approved of him then she should, too. “I watched your latest production last night and I am absolutely lost. What on earth were you trying to convey?” She was not the most artistically gifted person in Rapture, but she was trying, and genuinely curious to learn what she’d been unable to interpret by herself. “I thought it was best to ask you yourself, since you created it and all. Am I missing something really obvious?”

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“So are you a doctor or something?” Diane asked, eyes shining in wonder despite her accusatory tone. Her parents had been quick to teach her that the pursuit of science was not one suitable for a lady, but that sense of amazement remained. Meeting all the women who had either never been subject to such advice or simply chosen to ignore it was one of her favourite parts of living in Rapture, although she’d never admit it aloud. “Or are you an actor?” There were plenty of those in the city, too, even if they tended to keep to themselves. Although admittedly Diane had just pounced on this poor woman, spotting her uniform and jumping to all kinds of conclusions. Sometimes her curiosity got the best of her. “Or, do you just like playing dress-up? Because that’s okay, too.”

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MEME:   share five lyrics / songs / pieces of music that represent your muse. ( repost. don’t reblog. )

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New Years Day - Taylor Swift

Don’t read the last page But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you’re turning away I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

F.U. - Little Mix

I wanna say "shoo, shoo" I wanna say "screw you" I practice my lines in the mirror Then you smile, that's my killer So I say "love you" and "baby, I need you" 'Cause you're drop dead gorgeous And Cupid ain't coming to warn us

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

You got the world but baby at what price Something so strange, hard to define It isn't that hard boy to like you or love you I'd follow you down down down  You're unbelievable If you're going crazy just grab me and take me I'd follow you down down down, anywhere anywhere

Pretty Girl - Maggie Lindemann

Some days I'm broke, some days I'm rich Some days I'm nice, some days I can be a bitch Some days I'm strong, some days I quit I don't let it show, but I've been through some shit

Blinding - Florence + The Machine

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

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Diane lifted her hat slightly and smiled. “Hector!” she whispered. “It’s me. Diane. I’m in disguise.” She wore pants approximately never, and men’s pants less so, but it was reaching the point where the press recognised every combination of blouse, skirt, and cardigan she could muster up. “I can’t talk any louder or it will be really obvious I’m not a man.” She pinched her lips together, an automatic motion born from years of wearing lipstick every day, before remembering she’d foregone most of her makeup. She felt wrong without it, and no amount of chapstick seemed to be enough to make up for it. “How do you walk in flat shoes?” she asked, slightly bitter. “My feet hurt.”

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Starter call!! Like/reblog for a starter in Diane’s shiny new Dragon Age verse!

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Diane wasn’t allowed a pet throughout most of her childhood, no matter how much she begged. Her parents bought her a stuffed rabbit when she was six in the hopes that it would be enough for her, but had no such luck. Diane had regular tea parties with Violette and made her clothes out of scraps of fabric from the craft store, but she still desperately wanted a real animal to care for.

They finally relented when she was eight. Due to her father’s allergies, anything with fur was out of the question. They bought Diane a canary. 

His name was Antoine, and she loved him so much. One of the most difficult things about agreeing to move to Rapture with her boyfriend was the fact that she’d have to leave Antoine behind. It didn’t seem fair to make him live thousands of miles below the ocean when birds were supposed to fly far above it. She made her parents swear they would care for him while she was gone, and even though she knows realistically that he probably died by the time she turned twenty-two, she still likes to pretend that he’s chirping away by her bedroom window in San Francisco.