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He was all smiles, this falsehearted man, as he pushed her up against the wall with one hand over her mouth. He'd heard what she said about him, and he was in no mood for discretion. He was ready to tear down anyone who might ruin his chances at taking this miserable city. He could feel her struggling and he laughed, the handle of his knife brushing against her to let her know he meant business. And as he always said, it was such a pleasure doing business. She bit down on his hand and he laughed louder-- more forced now-- a determined madman's laugh.“Oh, a biter? Well, I bite back.”He slipped the business end of his blade up to her throat, his breath hot on her face.

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Scat's gotta admit, he's pretty impressed. He's a businessman, and while he's full of wonderful ideas-- he's not in Rapture for the science. He'd never studied enough in school for that. He does have a brilliant mind, don't get him wrong-- it's just that his genius has been applied to selling & developing products. That's why he was invited to come down here. The place itself is very impressive -- which explains his wandering.

❝ So this is where all the air in this place comes from, huh ? ❞

See, when he'd made the journey down here, he'd been under the impression that they would be selling this PLASMID stuff for actual money, not the fake shit with this Andrew Ryan guy's face on it.

#langfordresearch #hope this is okay wheezes #you don't have to match length or whatever if it's too much

"Damn you."

"Damn me," he agreed pleasantly, tossing the flower into the dirt. He'd meant it as a kind gesture but... well, he could imagine why she might not take kindly to his picking her flowers. Particularly the ones behind the little fence marked "Do not touch," Still, it had been meant as a kind gesture.

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Et Arcadia Ergo || Dr. Julie Langford-Dr. J.S. Steinman

For the most part, Dr. Steinman kept away from other high intellects and esteemed individuals in Rapture. Not because he was socially anxious or anything like that, but rather he was often too wrapped up in his own hubris or arrogance that he didn't feel the need to "waste his time" around commoners and the plebeian. And whenever he visited Arcadia, it was always on leisure, not business. However, that particular afternoon saw him there for the latter.

The surgeon did't know Dr. Langford very well, but he'd naturally taken it upon himself to form his own assumptions before even meeting her. And from the few things he'd heard from others, he hadn't been too far from the target...even if the only people he asked were other arrogant and envious men. Opting to visit Langford later in the evening, when the crowds in the arboretum had dwindled considerably, he pushed through the foliage and up to the heavy reinforced doors of Langford Laboratories. Steinman was glad to see it was apparently still open, as the doors pulled apart for him.

"Dr. Langford? Dr. Langford, are you in?" he called out, ducking inside and looking around.

#||hope this is okay! Let me know if I need to change anything #langfordresearch #cubismasmedicine

Drink Me - but only if you want! honestly the mental image was hilarious to me but maybe that's just me idk

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Oh holy crap what a hilarious prompt, yes.Fontaine crashed into the botanical gardens, already drunk as a fish. Wait, that wasn’t right. Drunk as a…. what animals got drunk? He hiccuped, unable to think of any, and reached for the bottle of whiskey he’d brought with him. Broken. Damn it all.Rising shakily, he stumbled to the nearest park bench, vomiting over the back of it into some particularly ugly plants. He’d always loathed it here. Something about the smell of moisture and dirt, it just got under his skin. Looking up, he realised someone was watching him. He closed one eye. It was that… woman. What was her name? Dr Langdon?"Dr Langdon," he said jovially, trying not to slur too much, "How good toseeyou." Ok, he fucked up those last few words. He held out his hand, and stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet and catching himself on her dress. The two of them stumbled over, landing in a heap in the grass."Mr Fontaine," she said primly, trying to stand up."No no no! Wait! Have a drink with me!" He felt around for his bottle, remembering that it was broken. "Wait. Do you have any—" Suddenly he remembered his flask. He pulled it out and waved it. "Ahaa, not as dumb as they say I am." He opened it up and took a swig, passing it to her and wrapping her fingers around it. She drank hesitantly. "Damn him," he said suddenly."Damn… who?" She asked, passing the flask back to him."Andrew motherfucking Ryan." He said."Ah," she murmured, and took the flask. She took a long swig from it. "Damn him indeed."

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Send me "♫", I'll put my iPod on shuffle and then tell you our song.

Be Good or Be Gone - Fionn Regan

I have become,An ariel view.Of a coastal town,That you once knew.Be good or be gone

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Send me "♫", I'll put my iPod on shuffle and then tell you our song.

"Children of the Grave" by Black Sabbath, English doom/heavy metal.

Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall todayWill the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear?Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?

#||in the context of Rapture and stuff it might work!#it's our song julie #langfordresearch #;answers