I was only a girl
———- But I GREW UP that day
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I was only a girl
———- But I GREW UP that day
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strange man:
The splicer’s body pushed through the empty halls with force as if the tall man didn’t wish to move anymore. His eyes darted from every angle of the walls to the ceiling and the floor before landing on the door in the shadows. He pushed it open, who cares about knocking if in Rapture everything now belonged to everyone. All equals in the same curse.
However, the inside was much…nicer as he expected. His eyes wondered around before landing on a silhouette of a young female that so humbly trusted her the instrument of self-defense in her hands. Victor smirked and produced a rather low bow.
“S’Cuse me, what’s the deal with your manners, lady?”
⏩ Florence’s chuckle was meek, her demeanor unnervingly calm. Mildly dissociating, mildly regressing, the young girl seemed dazed--though that had the potential to change in a matter of seconds.
“You’re not the only one that wants to know.”
She was no stranger to sudden mood swings; a childhood spent in Rapture does wonders for the child’s mental health.
“... Are you here to kill me? Or are you looting?”
stranger:
AN OLD FRIEND – no, a former friend, once said if Rapture EVER came down to this sort of turmoil, it’s survival of the fittest. Staying alive doesn’t mean you’re a specific gender, specific age: you’re just a person. A person who is either the loser or victor. Perhaps it’s the girl that’s the victor as Leonard stands here with compassion, a weakness. But Leonard doesn’t think of it like that. Each orphan in Rapture pains his heart. And this one - he can only imagine how scared she was.
“Come.” He speaks abruptly.
“You will be coming with me.” If you have enough power to be pointing guns you have enough power to walk. He thinks – but is far too smart to say.
⏩ Florence’s eyes widened, frightened, hand gripping tighter around the handle of the gun. Her stance quickly became defensive.
“Wh-why? Where?”
stranger:
The sister sat up on one of the rafters just staring at this girl mostly out of curiosity to see what the girl got up to. She was a new face and new faces are not trusted. The girl spotted her then began to actually yelled at her showing she did not enjoy being watched, what a strange and bold move.
Now that she was provoked the sister jumped down moving closer and closer to the other staying silent red light from her helmet gleaming.
⏩ The presence began to stir panic in the young girl’s stomach. Shit! she thought, silently chastising herself for not holding her tongue. A hand reached out to point at the metal sister threateningly.
“I said back off! I’m warning you!”
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⏩ So strange, the girl thought, that so many people seemed to wander into her home nowadays. The man had caught her in a curious and unusually docile mood, though her weapon remained on hand. She watched him enter with inquisitive eyes.
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stranger:
Jack paused. He wanted to come in though. The girl looked… not bad. She didn’t look like she might kill him. The city was so, so different from what he’d thought. It probably had something to do with the funny thing he’d gone through to get here. to escape the lab.
“I… I don’t…” where would he go? “Please? I’ll be good. Just for a minute?”
⏩ Florence’s expression changed drastically as she took a closer look at the boy. Strange, she thought, he was so sterile. Someone like that didn’t belong in a place like this.
“Who are you?”
stranger:
SO TODAY IS THE DAY HE DIES, Leonard thinks to himself. It’s ironic that it would be from the hands of a child, if said child actually knew what she was doing. At best, her shaky hands would have him shot in the foot. The hand. At worst, she’d hit his head - heart - eye. He does not protectively tuck the medical kit away in defiance, feeling such a action would be taunting. No, he keeps it in his hand (in her sight) with stern eyes that slowly roll to the machinery that whirls above him. Presently they’re green, passive.
“I want you to begin thinking.” He speaks loud and clear - but dry. “When you are pulling the trigger on me. Security bots will be shooting at you. No one is a winner but one of the…drug addicts.” Surely, a splicer would be d e l i g h t e d at a untouched medical kit: bloodstained or not.
⏩ She winced at his words, desperate, regret showing in her features. A different, more violent shake began at her ankle as her fearful eyes filled with tears. She was stuck in a checkmate; no escape, nowhere to run. Perhaps it was the blood loss, maybe the shock, but her thoughts were indecipherable, bubbling between her ears. Maddening.
“I... I-I dont want to die..”
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@thegxtherer followed.
⏩ "Get away from me!” Florence remarked. “Stop staring! What do you want?!”
@subjectwyk followed.
⏩ Florence's brows furrowed as she approached the boy. Anyone else would’ve evoked a violent response, but a child? Although he had wandered into her makeshift home and disturbed her, she was reluctant to harm him. So tiny, so brittle, so breakable, so hard to fix.
“I don’t know where you came from, but you need t-to leave.”
@pcwnking followed.
⏩ Florence’s eyes were fixed on the man, the gun in her hand unsteady. She didn’t exactly know how to use a gun, or whether this was even a real gun, but that wasn’t important. The important part of this equation was her mangled shoulder. The solution? A first aid kit, clutched in the hand of a stranger.
“I’m sorry.” she muttered. “I need you to put that down. Right now.”
@wuunderkinds followed.
⏩ Florence pressed her back against the wall as she eyed the two figures she’d narrowly avoided. She was feverish, shaking, interrupted mid-”gather” by thumping footsteps, which she’d scrambled away from and into the shadows. It was uncertain whether the strangers had seen her. She raised her hands, dripping with red, to her mouth -- attempting to muffle her breathing. Her eyes darted to the nearest exit.
🎶 “ she lost her voice down by the river
screaming for courage to keep oceans under . . .