But Now, I See {HIATUS}

AUDIO LOG: May 11th, 1954 "Darkness and I are old friends. See, a terrible fever robbed me of my sight as a boy. Yet, I new have vision alighted by the love of my darling Abigail, and my sweet, sweet Esther. I might never repay them for it, but here in Rapture...perhaps I've finally been given a chance to try." [Indie BioShock OC]

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{This blog is on hiatus until further notice}

[kendaspntwd]

[logicalprogrammer]

   He should be honored, but it’s not out of disrespect that he isn’t. “I’ve almost got this,” he says, tapping his pencil against a piece of paper. Little things he wants to feed the THINKER, little errors that drive him crazy.

But he folds up and begrudgingly grabs his jacket.

“…yeah. Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”

His fingers awkwardly tap Rodney’s wrist as it to subtly lead him without too much contact.

[rodneybishop-blog]

A warm smile graces Rodney’s features as his friend draws near. He wears his happiness openly. Invulnerably, even, as he shoos Jonathan’s hand from his wrist. Instead, the analyst helps himself to his company’s arm, his fingers wrapping delicately around the crook of Jonathan’s elbow. 

“I suppose it’ll be my treat. Again.” 

The Englishman teases with a light chuckle. Rodney’s always teasing Jonathan. Though he’ll never see it, there’s just something about the  imagined flush that fills the programmer’s cheeks. It delights him in a familiar, yet forbidden way. 

“Lead on.”

[logicalprogrammer]

int starter (){  int z;  z = rodneybishop (bioshock, rapture);  cout << "The result is " << z; }

   “What? A long time?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder. “Has it?

I didn’t notice.” But it’s good to see Rodney all the same.

[rodneybishop-blog]

“Of course you didn’t.”

The analyst chuckles from his place at the door, a shoulder leaned to the frame.  A soft, fond sigh leaves him as he reaches to remove his spectacles. They’re folded and tucked neatly into his collar, allowing pale blue eyes to stare vacantly ahead. 

Jonathan ought to be honored. Nobody gets to see those lifeless eyes apart from Abigail.

“Break for lunch. You can join me at the cafe downstairs.”

[crane-machine]

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Je vous connais, Milord Vous n’m’avez jamais vue Je ne suis qu’une fille du port Qu’une ombre de la rue…

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[ofsplicers]

Sometimes, genius is irrelevant. Potential, worthless. An eagerness to learn, paired with a thirst to innovate is immediately demeaned to nothing when his handicap serves as...well, just that. And so, as the analyst collides with a body that very well rivaled a solid brick wall, scalded by the other's spilled cup of morning coffee, he's the one compelled to apologize. 

"I am so sorry," he winces at the residual burn, vainly swiping at the soaked front of his workshirt, "My sincerest apologies, I never even heard you coming."

[harleyroux]

"I Chose The Impossible."

Rapture (also known as the North Atlantic Project and the Rapture Colony) is a massive underwater city forged by the personal dreams of Andrew Ryan to escape from the political, social and religious anxieties of a post-World War II world. It was established on November 5, 1946 and finished in late 1951. It is located at 63° 2' N, 29° 55' W, which places it at about 433 kilometers west of Iceland's capital, Reykjavik. 

[odditoreum]

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Frédéric Chopin – Waltz in E minor No. 14 Op. Posth – Cyprien Katsaris

[rodneybishop-blog]

I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.

Independent BioShock OC open to pre & post fall plotting

Mun is 21+ with 7 years experience

Selectively multiverse, OC friendly

NSFW approved (not with minors)

Open to para, multi-para & icon/convo interactions

Also writes for these other bioshock characters

Super slow, but organized with replies

[About] [OOC] [Ask] [Headcanons] [Wife]

[rodneybishop-blog]

rodney is a fantastic character! very unique and his little quirks make him feel like a real person, and you write fantastically!

What a sweet message to come off hiatus to :) I don’t know how long ago this was sent, but I sincerely appreciate it!

[kendaspntwd]

[magictransistor]

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Frédéric François Chopin . Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1 in B-Flat Minor {Published in 1832}

[logicalthought-andprogramming-d]

Freudian Inventory Test

[rodneybishop-blog]

Oral: you appear to be stubbornly and irrationally against receiving help even when it might be the more intelligent option.

Anal: you appear to be overly self controlled, organized, and possibly subservient to authority, this effectively narrows your exposure to a wider set of options and ideas lowering the odds that you will make the best decisions in life.

Phallic: you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure.

Latency: you appear to be overly practical; don't undervalue abstract learning, abstract learning increases your ability to make good decisions (and predictions) in the real world so it would be 'impractical' to shun it.

Genital: you appear to be somewhere between a progressive/openminded and regressive/closeminded outlook on life.

[Test here]

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Humanmetrics Jung Typology Test

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Subject: Rodney Bishop

Result: INFJ

Introvert: 44%

Intuitive: 75%

Feeling: 12%

Judging: 56%

Test here (x)

[rodneybishop-blog]

Routine

[logicalthought-andprogramming-d]

He supposed that part was relatively decent enough for him to accept.

"Well. Okay. Yeah, yeah. That’s fine." He didn’t nod because he knew his friend couldn’t see him. How strange to adjust so quickly. "Uh…well, yeah. I’m ready."

[rodneybishop-blog]

"Then by all means."

He gave a little bow, beckoning his colleague forward with a careful wave of his cane.

"Do lead the way, mon ami anxieux."

[rodneybishop-blog]

Routine

[logicalthought-andprogramming-d]

It was only his favorite place to be outside of his office and his own home.

"…yeah. Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. Uh, but you don’t have to pay. I mean, I don’t like owing people things, so…"

[rodneybishop-blog]

The Englishman snorted once in laughter as his smile widened by degrees.

"Nonsense. You won't owe me a thing. Besides, your fine company is payment enough."

How wonderful it was for flattery and honesty to coincide. 

"Shall we?"