#revolutionbrought

[rapturesxsilliestxfool]

@revolutionbrought

Diane knocked on the door to Atlas’ office. While she awaited his response, she took a moment to open the clasp on her last remaining Chanel handbag. The rest had been sold to make money for rent in her new Pauper’s Drop apartment, and for food. 

The plasmid bottle she’d found on a splicer’s corpse glowed brightly from within, and she let the lid of her bag fall shut. It was still there, thank God. One thing she’d learned since leaving Andrew’s side was how much people were willing to do to get their hands on the slightest bit of ADAM, how addicted they really were. Giving it to Atlas had seemed like the safest course of action. She sure as hell wasn’t going to take it herself. “Atlas? It’s Diane McClintock. And it’s kind of urgent.”

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

@revolutionbrought

From here

She couldn’t help but flinch as he moves the gun around. Alex was biting her lip, fidgeting nervous, and she reached her hand out as if to take the gun... But she didn’t even get near it before she withdrew again, shaking her head. “No. No, sorry, I can’t. I can’t use a gun. There has to be something else. I’m fast, I can run, or hide, I... I don’t want to hurt people.”

[meboymolloy]

@revolutionbrought | Fontaine’s Department Store

The entire housewares department is thick with wet, choking heat. A few vandalized pipes converted the place into a sauna overnight, and the boys haven’t been able to patch things as they try to keep from fainting. Felix is starting to feel it himself as he kneels beside the mess with a wrench, his shirt glued with sweat to his back.

Molloy’s only cranked a single a bolt into place when the call comes, murmured back and forth between cohorts before it finally reaches him it maintenance–the boss is looking for you. Felix nearly groans out loud as the wrench slips from his palm and into the toolbox by his feet. The last thing he wants to do is face ‘The Voice Of The People’ while sweating like a goddamn pig, but of course, he’s without choice.

The walk to Atlas’ office feels more like a stroll in the Sahara, and takes what feels like hours in his sluggish state. Yet, as he taps on the door to enter, Molloy straightens to full, military-grade attention despite the river flowing down his body.

“Uh, Boss?” his tone, however, remains helplessly timid, “You wanted t’see me?”

[irishparasite]

❛ mark my words — your only reward will be a knife in the back. ❜

“Message received loud and clear, yer arsehole. I also wish yer good luck with tha’.  I already know ter watch me back.”

[adaminfused]

You did this. Not anyone else, you.

“How the fuck is this my fault? I’m really not getting how this is my fault.”

[adaminfused]

“You will never leave this place alive.”

“Yeah? Well I’m a pretty tough cookie. Kinda hard to kill.” Unless the Vita Chambers had been turned off somehow. In that case he’s doomed.

[adaminfused]

“look at me while I’m talking to you”

Glowing yellow eyes glance up to meet the other’s gaze, arms crossed in slight defiance. He doesn’t really understand what he did wrong, but he’d like to find out. “I can still hear you even if I’m not looking at you.” Jack this is not the time to be giving gentle snark.

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

❛ I realize that you didn’t expect to walk in and see that, but… Let me explain, okay? ❜

@revolutionbrought

Friends Sentence Starters

“Yes, well, that’s definitely one way that you could put it!” A very, very understated way. Not quite able to look at him, Alex’s eyes keep moving between the floor and the wall in front of her, very occasionally flicking to Atlas, and then back to the floor almost instantly. “Please explain, before I think too much about that?”