I awaken with the THUNDER ... a bold statement to end my SLUMBER
@snitchiing
"You don't own me. Atlas does. When you kill him I might switch sides on that." Indie RP blog for a Bioshock OC Name: Jamie Dodger
Affiliation: Atlas's Rebels
Plasmids:
- Peeping Tom
- Teleport
- Incinerate
(( hey this blog's been inactive Forever but i've been really missing the bioshock fandom AND i finally remembered the password to this account lmao.
if anyone sees this and wants to reconnect please message @canineconfetti to get my discord! i miss everyone i used to RP with and i would love to chatter with yall. ))
“Don’t have money for the harder stuff.” He muttered, shrugging as he watched the older man pace.
Honestly, Trevor like this didn’t bother him. It was sort of homey. He leaned on the back of the couch, watching him while he ranted before getting up to grab a beer to offer him.
“I’ll hope for his sake he doesn’t make it, fuckers like that don’t tend to learn their lesson the first time.”
Birth name: Jamison Brett Kingsley
Legal name: Jamison Brett Dodger
Age: 25
Date of Birth: January 16th, 1935
Zodiac: Capricorn
Gender: Male
Eye color: Forest green
Hair color: Ruddy brown
Height: 5′11″
Scars: Three most noticeable scars across his face, the rest mostly around his thighs and (in modern verse) wrists
Over weight: Not really
Under weight: No
Favourite:
Color: Dark teal
Hair color: Dark
Eye color: Anything particularly abnormal
Song: If I Didn’t Care by The Ink Spots (modernverse: Kitchen Sink by TOP)
Food: Steak
Drink: Whiskey
Place: In bed
Animal: Snakes and cats
Ice cream flavor: Vanilla (NV verse: spider cider)
Have you:
Had sex: Yes
Had sex in public: Yes
Gotten pregnant: No
Kissed a boy:Yes
Kissed a girl: Yes
Gotten tattoos: Yes
Gotten piercings: Yes
Smoke or drank: Yes
Had a broken heart: Yes
Been in love: Yes
Needed surgery: Yes
Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes
Are you:
A virgin: No
A cuddler: Sometimes
A kisser: Yes
Scared easily: Sometimes No
Jealous easily: Yes
Trustworthy: No
Dominate: Yes
Submissive: Yes (with the right person)
Single: Yes
Taken: No
Considered mean: Yes
Random questions.
Have you harmed yourself: Yes
Thought of suicide: Yes
Attempted suicide: Yes
Killed someone: Yes
Wanted to kill someone: Yes
Drove a car: Yes (though driving a car WELL is a different story)
Have/had a job: Yes
You guys seemed to really like my Natewantstobattle fanart. So I thought maybe I’d do this meme for him? I’ve never really had an responses to drawing memes but hey! Why not! You can pick back ground color and glasses or no glasses if you’d like too! Drop in my asks.
[[ real talk don’t expect quick replies from me, i am usually thinking about how to reply to stuff on here but i have a job and a demanding family situation to balance with my hobbies
if you don’t get a response within a week you are free to bother me and i will tell you how much progress i’ve made toward completing it. ]]
[[ Dodger is absolutely the type of person who, when dealing with someone he absolutely hates but finds attractive, would simply lounge around naked in their living space until they either try to kill him or fuck him. Both are acceptable outcomes, most of the time. ]]
What about mobile scissors from Kevin though? Wrong blog logged in so... sorry about that Dear
[[ never apologize dear <3 ]]
How exactly does one kill something like Kevin? Strex had tried hard to get him close to that point. Dodger didn’t come in prepared to stand on their shoulders, and it wasn’t like he’d planned it out at all.
Somehow he’d managed to cover the beast’s mouth in electrical tape, all around his head so that he couldn’t get it free no matter how much he strained, couldn’t even open his jaw. That was step one. Step two was dodging swipes from his sharpened nails, knowing there was nothing he could do to really pin him down. Nothing except...
He grabbed a knife from the kitchen as Kevin chased him in there, and drove it clean through one of the beast’s wrists, slamming him into the wall as he did. Black blood was pouring from the wound but it didn’t stop him, and Kevin’s hand hit the floor already completely forgotten.
Dodger winced as he felt the claws of his free hand rake across his face, creating what would be yet more scars to remind him how much of a fucking failure he was at picking and keeping a happy family. Blood was now pouring down the right side of his face, matching the infamous scars across the left side.
Kevin was straining against the electrical tape again. He yanked at the knife but it was too deep in the wall; he instead drove his elbow into Kevin’s head, as hard as he could, just hard enough to stagger him slightly so he could dodge out of Kevin’s way.
Another attempt at grabbing him made Kevin stumble, and Dodger took the opportunity to shove him over. There wasn’t a moment to think. He grabbed another knife from the rack, shoving it into Kevin’s shoulder blade, pinning down the arm that still had nails to worry about.
He felt pressure on his chest, taking a deep breath and trying not to think about the limbs he couldn’t see wrapping around his neck and chest, struggling to get to his feet as the limbs tugged on his legs. But Kevin was losing blood, and he was getting weaker.
He pulled the knife out, and slammed it back down into Kevin’s spine, between his shoulders. He felt and hear bones snapping, and some other noise that he couldn’t quite describe that must have been unique to Kevin’s anatomy. The limbs continued to press into him. He plunged the knife in again, and again, and again, never quite sure if it would even help, always expecting Kevin to rise up from the heap of flesh and dark blood and rip out his throat with his bare teeth.
Even when the pressure stopped, when Kevin was limp and lifeless, he kept stabbing. Just in case. He was terrified of what could happen if he didn’t make absolutely sure. He was terrified of what could happen if some alternate timeline version of Kevin noticed, and decided to take action. He was terrified of even thinking about this...
He was coated in blood that looked like it had been mixed with charcoal, and it dripped and stained his clothing like fear was coating his heart. He had to make as sure as he could. It pained him, seeing Kevin like this, it had always made his heart ache when Kevin even tried to frown. But he had to finish this. And that mean chopping away at the beast’s head until he could be sure it would be buried separate from the rest. He considered chopping up the rest... he was too scared of spending so much time here.
He felt sick as he watched the space between Kevin’s neck and his shoulders. He staggered to his feet, and left. A shower, for posterity, and then he’d leave the city. There was nothing left here in the Bluffs for him... and for once, wandering through the desert for eternity seemed better than being here.