#donnalutzger

[jointhevoxpopuli]

Kill Me?

This town was tainted, no matter where she turned it still stank of Comstock’s corruption. It didn’t matter if there was no Comstock, he was just a symbol of everything wrong with the society, everything that had to be eliminated.

The paranoia had been building up for some time. Ever since crossing dimensions her reality had begun to crumble and she couldn’t make sense of up or down anymore but she still knew right from wrong. She could feel the people’s eyes burning, judging all that she was, asking God why he had created such a monster and she knew where the roots began - where to dig them up.

The newspapers were the people’s voice. They told them what to think and who to hate, how to dress and how to judge. The people lived and abided by their rules. If the people were so mindless then she knew how to show them where they were all going wrong.

Pulling the blood red scarf over her nose and mouth she smashed through the windows with a smoke bomb. The thick gas began to fill the offices and people began to panic, knocking over desks and chairs in the blindness. Daisy fired a shotgun at the ceiling.

As the smoke began to air out she grabbed Donna before she could run. Daisy didn’t know who she was, and she didn’t care either. To her she was just another one of them. Another white reporter who just got in the way and now she was going to make the biggest story in New Columbia."You know we can make a great partnership." She held Donna by the neck, but she wasn’t talking to her, she was talking to the others, “All it takes is just some simple words on paper and you’ve got all those people screaming out there. The white folks all listen to you, but never the common people. They spend all their times reading all your lies but they got their eyes so close to the paper that they don’t see what’s really out there - they can’t see the TRUTH!"

She pressed the barrel of the shotgun firmly against Donna’s head.

The antidote to fear is fear itself.

And she was going to bring chaos.

With one pull of the trigger the unknown reporter in her hands was dead and the people began to run and disperse."Oh no ya don’t!" She began to fire on the cowards, but not all of them, “You’ve got a paper to write! Let them know a revolution is comin’! Let them know the Vox are coming!" 

[jsssteinman]

The Interrogation // James Steinman & Donna Lutzger

Not too long after his meeting with Fontaine...

  Steinman banged on the door of the building. It wasn’t too hard to find. The Gazette papers had the address printed clearly on the back. He had become used to prowling the streets and could find his way much easier now, especially because the lanes were signposted in a much more simplistic way than Rapture. Also he had called into Sinclair’s office. But it appeared he had moved or had changed buildings. Either way, he had to find him as soon as possible…

Why hadn’t he asked Eleanor where she was staying with him? Maybe it was because he knew she wouldn’t tell. But he had also assumed that Sinclair would be where he last saw him… but he had disappeared too…. Steinman had to know where he was now. He was determined to get the funding from him as soon as possible... so he could take Eleanor out of Sinclair’s care… But then he thought… Was she really safe with him at the moment? She seemed to think so… But he thought otherwise… Leaving his precious Eleanor… with an unknown man… It was a huge mistake. He should have followed her back… Not of gone straight to Fontaine… Her safety should have been number one priority.

The more he thought about it… the more the hate filled up his lungs... and with news of Jack Ryan being alive… His hate had become something hideous… an untamed force that would obliterate anything that got in his way. He was lethal…on the verge of frenzy… and was holding it back for the people who deserved his wrath. Jack Ryan would just have to wait to be killed until he had dealt with Sinclair first… and then after Eleanor was safe... he could have his final revenge.

He knocked again, louder this time. The door quaked on its hinges. Having left Fontaine in such an infuriated hurry, he had not bothered to ask him if he knew where Sinclair currently resided. So he had turned to his own intuition, and figured that if anyone knew where he was, it would be reporters and journalists. They knew where everyone was. Especially people who made tons of money like Sinclair. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if they even knew where he lived…

[productofprotection]

(Symbol)

At first-

(No real opinion)

Now-

(Bodyguard and guy who takes her home after drinking)

[productofprotection]

Defend ;D

He was no stranger to the monsters that lurked in every city and to an extent he was sure Donna knew about them as well. However it was more to hear about horrible actions done by horrible people than to be faced with them. She had been forced back, that pistol had not done much and while she was a feisty one, it did no good when there were too many. They closed in when he took control of the situation. It felt oddly good to have his modified drill back on his hand, revving it hard and pushing back on a few. He didn’t want to kill them though they wanted he and Donna dead. The drill kicked back the bullets just as it had done in Rapture and he rushed forward at the one holding the gun.

The sound of bodies hitting the ground betrayed the reality as Delta had held back to the best of his extent, one of the group cursing at him but broken on the ground. Delta turned and walked back to Donna who had sat up against the wall. He took pity on her seeing her face so contorted with fear of being unable to help herself. He knelt down and held out his hand for her to take.