Bring Us the Girl

The name is Booker DeWitt, that's all you need to know. I'm looking for a girl, but I have time to talk...I think. #thelostshepard {{ Independent Booker RP file. I will RP with anyone, just drop me a message. This Booker takes place after the fall of Columbia. I see it that if he didn't exist somewhere to become Comstock, then a paradox is created. Therefor, there always has to be at least one Booker and one Comstock at all times. This is my theory at least. FC is Hugh Dancy }}

[thelostshepard-blog]

ooc: Would anyone like to RP?

[aesart]

HAHAHA LOOK AT THESE BIO-DORKS WEARING BEAUTIFUL FLOWER CROWNS HAHAHA  I gave Elizabeth and Booker some crowns so I decided Tenenbaum and Jack needed some crown love too. It’s the Game of Crowns.

[dappyy]

Personally my favourite part of Bioshock infinite was escaping monument island and the whole way through all I could picture was these two absoutley freaking out XD

[thelostshepard-blog]

rumpledmagic started following you

Booker just stared at the wrinkly man, something about him making the Pinkerton agent extremely uncomfortable. It was either the air of supernatural about him, something he was quite familiar with after two certain redheads, or the fact that this guy was almost his height. Not many people could reach the chin of 6'1'' Booker DeWitt. What he did instead was cross his arms over his chest and hopefully look intimidating. With any luck this guy might not do anything stupid.

[i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated]

If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[thelostshepard-blog]

redlustingreaper started following you

Booker could do nothing but stare at the red haired….thing. It was obvious that this man wasn’t normal whatsoever, but Booker couldn’t pinpoint one thing that made this more uncomfortable than another thing. He wanted to say something, but good Lord Booker just couldn’t find the words.

[vermiculus-messorem]

♔} Oh? And who was this hunk of man standing before him? The red reaper flashed a toothy grin to the other in some sort of greeting. Perhaps today was his lucky day?~ His eyes scanned the male before him with great interest. This one could be interesting if he played his cards right.

[thelostshepard-blog]

Booker just stared uncomfortably at this man. The toothy grin was a little too...pointy for Booker. The longer this man looked at Booker the more uncomfortable he grew. He wanted to say something, but he was worried that this guy was either going to tackle him or eat him. Both situations made him heart rate increase and his fists clench at his sides.

[thelostshepard-blog]

eleanorthemessiah started following you

Booker had to stop and look at the girl for a second. She looked too much like Elizabeth for it to be a coincidence. Walking over to her, he studied her race. “Is this some tear where you’re younger, Elizabeth? You know how I am with these tears.”

[eleanorthemessiah]

Eleanor stared at the stranger with a confusion written all over her face. “I don’t know who this Elizabeth you are talking about is but it certainly isn’t me" she said, straightening her back to get a better look at him. 

[thelostshepard-blog]

Booker frowned when the woman clarified who she was. A grumble and a look at her fully revealed that she was right. "Uh...sorry about that. You look like her." He took a few steps back and stood with no smile on his face. "Booker DeWitt." He gave a nod of his head.

[ironherrerox]

Tony stared at the screen for a moment, he hadn’t been paying attention to what had been playing on it, most of the time he just left it on for background noise when he was sitting around drinking on his own or on occasion falling asleep on the couch. “Uh, titanic. Not something I’ve ever really made a point of sitting down and watching if I’m honest." He would have switched the channel if he’d bothered to reach over and grab the control. “Then there’s the live news channel which are like I said live, happening as they happen on tv, give or take one or two second delays."

[thelostshepard-blog]

Booker watched the screen more avidly, nodding slowly as Tony spoke. This was the Titanic? How did they get footage from that event that was salvageable and able to be watched? Booker didn't question it though, just accepting it along with the fact of the television. "Are there other things? Sports?" Booker looked over at Tony, his head titled slightly. This television warranted some further investigation, which might include more alcohol and  some food. "Could it be possible to....further investigate this? With more drinks?"

[i-walk-from-my-machine-deactiva]

I want your hot, dirty, smut anon inside my ask.

[theblondebirdie-deactivated2013]

And if I’m too embarrassed to post it, you win.

[thelostshepard-blog]

sonimcaptainjacksparrow started following you

Booker had traveled to weird places when going through tears. From spaceships to what looked like Paris to dystopian Columbia. Booker could easily say that he had been everywhere, but he had never been on what seemed to be a ship in the middle of the ocean. Booker stood on the deck awkwardly, staring at the men who stared at him.

[thelostshepard-blog]

I’m not my character.

I’m still not my character.

I’m definitely not my character.

I am NOT my character.

My characters thoughts/opinions/moods are NOT mine. 

I may play my character well (or horribly) but if s/he’s in a bad mood, it doesn’t mean that I am. His/her feelings are not mine.

I AM NOT MY CHARACTER. 

I’m not going to apologize for my character. You do not need to apologize for yours.

[talentedliarloki]

“This realm is utterly mundane.”

[thelostshepard-blog]

"As if it would be anything else?"

[thelostshepard-blog]

redlustingreaper started following you

Booker could do nothing but stare at the red haired....thing. It was obvious that this man wasn't normal whatsoever, but Booker couldn't pinpoint one thing that made this more uncomfortable than another thing. He wanted to say something, but good Lord Booker just couldn't find the words.

[thelostshepard-blog]

archer-of-durin started following you

Booker had been messing around with Murder of Crows, sending the crows off and seeing what they returned with. One ended up with an arrow, which surprised Booker. No one in Columbia used a bow and arrow, so where had this bird found one?

[thelostshepard-blog]

ooc: I need some new RPs

Anyone want to?

[ask-the-north-wind]

[How I feel on tumblr 98% of the time. >.>]

[thelostshepard-blog]

"It's time I socialize...I guess..."

[the-ouija-board-sent-me-moved]

She tilted her head “I…um…just tend to turn into a babbling idiot….” She twisted a strand of hair behind her ear.  “Ironic…since I’m…talking to you…” She blushed a little “I’m trying to get better….um…my names Aurelie…” She offered her hand. Soft, porcelain white, it had probably never experienced a days work.

[thelostshepard-blog]

Booker shrugged, listening to the girl ramble for a moment. "Booker DeWitt." He took her hand and carefully shook it. Too delicate for his tastes. She didn't look like someone who had worked much if ever. Letting go of her hand, Booker stuck both hands into his pants pockets. "Interesting name.."