#rodneybishop

[clcirvoycnt-blog]

rodneybishop​.

        While her entire way of life was based upon the supernatural and not at all with the sciences, Vanessa had a fond appreciation for the wonders that the brilliant scientific minds had brought to light. There was something calming about knowing the explanations for some of the strange and uncanny events that had happened in her life. Not everything had an explanation, no... but there were some things that she now knew that helped her sleep a little more soundly at night. 

        Eyes darted across the Rapture Tribune’s latest edition of the comings and goings of the city. What seemed to have caught her attention appeared to be a rather sparkling review of Sander Cohen’s latest performance piece... or theatrical spectacle, she couldn’t decide which was a bigger lie. Such decadent language to describe what could only be essentialized to glitz, glamour, and no substance. She paused, only to rush from her seated position in the Arcadia gardens to stop a man from toppling into the nearest pond. 

        “Sir ––” her arm tightly latched on to his. “What ever could have caused you to...” Vanessa paused, realizing the error of her ways.

[thefrenchdarling]

Fun little edit for Mr. Rodney Bishop

[abigaildjsbishop]

"It goes without saying, my dear."

"Oh, Rodney, they're beautiful..."

[notyourlittlelamb]

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What a strange gathering. Not a single angel among you however. What a shame.

[notyourlittlelamb]

Wow, what followers what {hides behind Delta}

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

Sneaking Suspicions|| Sander Cohen-Rodney Bishop

It was the night of the recital for Kyle Fitzpatrick. The young pianist had been working very hard with Sander Cohen in order to be in top form tonight. So as Cohen sat in his personal box parallel to stage left, he sipped the absinthe he had in a wine glass as he waited. Narrowed eyes scanned the turn out for his pupil's recital, pleased to see that seats were filling up. However one face stood out to him and his eyebrow rose in recognition. This particular patron was here for every performance of Kyle's and it struck Cohen as...peculiar. Rarely did he see familiar faces in the crowd. They were always changing, whether being fresh faces or spliced beyond recognition, but always changing. So as he watched the performance, Sander made a mental note to ask his pupil about his...affiliations with this patron. As the show ended, Cohen swiftly left his box and materialized right outside Kyle's dressing room door, hand poised to knock before the sound of a cane tapping on the floor met his ears.  Turning to the source of the sound, Sander's eyebrow rose as he pursed his lip with a slight sneer evident in his features. "There's no visitors allowed backstage without my performers consent, little moth" Sander all but sneered. 

[truthismyfiction]

Opening Stories

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rodneybishop started following you

raptureschild started following you

alexander-lollister started following you 

Michal strode down through the glossy passages of Rapture, eyes darting about as he searched for inspiration. Despite the recent dangers provided by the local unrest, the writer had ventured out in search of his precious characters who had yet to reveal themselves to him. Sometimes they came through inebriated hallucinations, while other times he'd see them in the actions and expressions of other people, and sometimes even their work.

It was during one of these wanderings that he noticed something move just at the edge of his peripheral vision. He paused and turned. Was it one of the rumored splicers or was it one of those fascinating renegades who'd managed to find their way down and into the city walls? There was only one way to find out.

"Hello," he called out, "someone there?"

[eleanorthemessiah]

rodneybishop stumbled into Rapture

Eleanor turned around just in time to see the stranger, the arm with her needle fully extended, poised to strike at moments notice. "Who are you?"