#raptureschild

[rapturouslamb-archive]

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I want to rp with you too

[mgsvtretij]

owen just called me and said "You know jack from bioshock? of course you do but like Jack was a very ugly baby" and then just

hung up

[mgsvtretij]

bioshock and les mis crossover

an actual thing owen just said to me

[andrewryansfavoritegal-blog]

raptureschild entered Eve's Garden

"No way. Kiddo, get lost. This isn't the place for a boy of your age."

[mgsvtretij]

owen literally just said to me "what if kid jack liked to chase the stray cats around Rapture"

owen

owen pls stop ur making me sad

[askjackryan]

raptureschild started following askjackryan

Jack stared at the boy, and his eyes widened as he tried to force down the lump that arose in his throat. "O-oh," he nodded vaguely, "hello..." He rubbed his chin with a firm expression and after a long moment, managed to clear his throat and put on a semblance of a smile. "Hi, there. You must be Jack." Who else could he be? "What are you doing here?"

[thefearfulshepherd]

"..." He stared down at the younger version of a man he knew all too well. A man he was rather upset at, but decided to push that aside, in this case. "Uh.. Would your name happen t'be 'Jack'?" 

[i-want-to-take-the-ears-off-blog]

Fort Frolic was once a grand getaway for the weary. It refreshed the spirits, lifted the frowns, and shone light on the darkest souls. Children and adults alike came from every part of Rapture to see the musicals and plays that the great Sander Cohen wrote, and on more than one occasion starred in. They came to quench their thirst at the bars, release frustration at the strip clubs, and just escape from their troubles for awhile. But since the civil war, as well as the introduction to ADAM and plasmids, Fort Frolic became less and less frequented. People spent their time splicing and striving for "perfection" than appreciating the arts. And so, things began to fall into shambles around the very man who lived and breathed for the theater. Cohen's footsteps echoed in the silent halls of Fort Frolic as he took in the barren sights. Water trickled from cracks in the roof and the sounds of those dreadful little girls with their mechanical companions seemed to flow in from every corner. He twisted his lips into a sneer when he thought of just who was responsible for Rapture's downfall. The doubters. Oh how they thought you could paint a picture without soiling your smock, and how they looked on with judgmental eyes at every move he made. He couldn't stomach them. But he was soon snapped out of his thoughts as the sight of a child entered his vision. It was a young boy who stared at him from the rubble of the once beloved Fort Frolic.  "I can see you, little moth. Come now, there isn't any need to be afraid" Cohen muttered to the boy through a clenched jaw.