Nothing ventured, nothing gained

[RP Blog for Booker DeWitt from Bioshock Infinite.] [This is blog is set, DURING the game] [ My profile Image is: Booker Dewitt - Defeat by XantheUnwinArt ] "My name is Booker DeWitt. I'm an Ex-Pinkerton, Ex-Corporal of the 7th Cavalry and am currently a Private Investigator. There's not much else to talk about so get out of my way..." [Under construction still ]

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"No matter where you go, be it 1910 or 2200, suits will always be expensive..."

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"Well... I'm back here... What's the chance a tear would take me here...?"

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"Mother's day, huh?" Booker shuffled in his seat and raised his glass of whiskey a little, swirling it in a drunken stupor.

"Happy mother day, mom... Wherever you are.."  

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Booker gave a sigh, sitting on a bench, drinking cheap whiskey. he was bored and had nothing to do. The place around him may of looked amazing but it lacked any real excitement. It allowed thoughts of Elizabeth to remain in his head and slowly he just felt alone and out of place.

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(( Online ))

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(( Hmm… How awkward would Booker be if he had sex? He doesn’t seem to be… very sexually active… at all. ))

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((Well idk he did have Anna…))

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(( In 1892... ))

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(( Hmm... How awkward would Booker be if he had sex? He doesn't seem to be... very sexually active... at all. ))

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(( If Booker could react to what he was seeing on my Dash… I don’t know what he’d be thinking of Ellie Langford right now :P ))

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(( I’M SO SORRY. OMFG))

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(( If Booker was from the 1920s onward, he’d be fine no doubt about most of this. But he’s from 1912, a much simpler time.

Stop scarring him! ))

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((its all the m!a’s fault i swear))

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(( He doesn't even know what Sexual Sunday is! it confuses him when he sees it! It's like... he's like a timid creature. He had no fucking clue what goes on here! ))

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(( If Booker could react to what he was seeing on my Dash… I don’t know what he’d be thinking of Ellie Langford right now :P ))

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(( I’M SO SORRY. OMFG))

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(( If Booker was from the 1920s onward, he'd be fine no doubt about most of this. But he's from 1912, a much simpler time.

Stop scarring him! ))

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(( If Booker could react to what he was seeing on my Dash... I don't know what he'd be thinking of Ellie Langford right now :P ))

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A Summary of my Booker DeWitt

"What the fuck is going on with all of these people....?"

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You sure? I mean, it’s no big deal….” Ellie shrugged, “If that’s what you wanna do… Just don’t get lost okay? You don’t have a way of calling or getting a hold of me to find you… Unless you miraculously find a phone somewhere.”

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“I’ll wander around nearby and such. I’m sure I can find something else to do. So take it easy okay? Have fun doing whatever a girl does for relaxing here.” 

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She chuckled, “alright… stay safe.”

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“What makes you think I’m not normally safe!” he asked, backing off towards the door before glancing at his bloody, torn and rather dirty suit.

“Excluding the fact I look a mess!” He joked, chuckling himself.

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“Because I still want to get you back to Elizabeth in one piece!”

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"She won't notice to old scars from the new ones!" 

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You sure? I mean, it’s no big deal….” Ellie shrugged, “If that’s what you wanna do… Just don’t get lost okay? You don’t have a way of calling or getting a hold of me to find you… Unless you miraculously find a phone somewhere.”

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“I’ll wander around nearby and such. I’m sure I can find something else to do. So take it easy okay? Have fun doing whatever a girl does for relaxing here.” 

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She chuckled, “alright… stay safe.”

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"What makes you think I'm not normally safe!" he asked, backing off towards the door before glancing at his bloody, torn and rather dirty suit.

"Excluding the fact I look a mess!" He joked, chuckling himself.

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You sure? I mean, it’s no big deal….” Ellie shrugged, “If that’s what you wanna do… Just don’t get lost okay? You don’t have a way of calling or getting a hold of me to find you… Unless you miraculously find a phone somewhere.”

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"I'll wander around nearby and such. I'm sure I can find something else to do. So take it easy okay? Have fun doing whatever a girl does for relaxing here." 

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Booker looked at Ellie and blinked. She She looked good. Suddenly, he felt his nose and found his index and middle finger tip coated in blood. Was he having a nosebleed? Just great! So naturally, he pressed his bloodstained blazer against the flow

“You okay Booker?” She asked, getting up and looking for something to help with his bloody nose. “Must be the dryer weather we’re having these days…” She was totally naive to what was actually going on.

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“Eh… I was getting nose bleeds and head-aches in Columbia. Maybe I’m ill?” He muttered, putting true and lie together. ” A tissue or something might be handy though..” he muttered, trying to look away from the younger female.

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“Right… I have a box of tissues around here somewhere…” Ellie disappeared into her bedroom, returning moments later with a small box. She offered it to him. “I really need to go out and buy some more, that’s the last of them… I’ll see if it can find a clean wash cloth…”

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Booker the last remaining ones and held them to his bloody nose. The flow was slowing down as he adjusted to the sight of Ellie. 

“Thanks. I owe ya. So what’s with the get-up?” He asked, holding the tissues to his nose still.

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She looked down at herself in just her underwear and bra. “O-oh! Um, it’s sunday so I…. I didn’t feel like getting dressed… I’ll go put on a t-shirt or something…” She Blushed and started to head back into her bedroom.

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Booker rushed over and placea firm but friendly hand on her shoulder.

"Nah. You stay like you are, Ellie. I might not know you as well as other, but you deserve a personal day. If you want, I'll go out for the day, explore and stuff. I think I've stayed inside way too long..." he gave her a rare, friendly smile and moved the tissue from his nose.

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Booker looked at Ellie and blinked. She She looked good. Suddenly, he felt his nose and found his index and middle finger tip coated in blood. Was he having a nosebleed? Just great! So naturally, he pressed his bloodstained blazer against the flow

“You okay Booker?” She asked, getting up and looking for something to help with his bloody nose. “Must be the dryer weather we’re having these days…” She was totally naive to what was actually going on.

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“Eh… I was getting nose bleeds and head-aches in Columbia. Maybe I’m ill?” He muttered, putting true and lie together. ” A tissue or something might be handy though..” he muttered, trying to look away from the younger female.

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“Right… I have a box of tissues around here somewhere…” Ellie disappeared into her bedroom, returning moments later with a small box. She offered it to him. “I really need to go out and buy some more, that’s the last of them… I’ll see if it can find a clean wash cloth…”

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Booker the last remaining ones and held them to his bloody nose. The flow was slowing down as he adjusted to the sight of Ellie. 

"Thanks. I owe ya. So what's with the get-up?" He asked, holding the tissues to his nose still.