Isolated

Eleanor Lamb speaking. Mum says I'm not to play with the other children, because they're "being raised on a diet of dog-eat-dog." I wanted to see these dog eaters ... so I waited until Mum was gone... and went out to find one... and guess what? The dog eaters wear human skins... it makes them look just like us! { Indie RP blog for little Eleanor Lamb from BioShock 2 } -FC: Bailee Madison and Catinca Untaru-

[roryamy]

So let me ask you my friend, if your life were the prize would you kill the innocent? Sacrifice your humanity? We all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us.

[espanameg]

[yearningforsunshine]

 Bioshock Infinite vigors. 

[dieswilldie-blog]

+ yearningforsunshine

"Awfully leaky still."  "Hush brother."  "I do not see why I can not use the umbrella as well." 

The pair sat together in the ‘utopia’ of the Lamb, her own little private haven. Her home. Where the small girl Eleanor lived, their voices carrying far enough for her to hear. Rosalind was poised with an umbrella in hand, head held high… Robert sat beyond the safety of the contraption, arms crossed and pouting.

Least it was relatively dry in the room. For being Rapture.  

They waited for the little one. They knew she would hear them- but would she investigate? They hoped her curiosity would push her to. 

[yearningforsunshine]

  In all reality, Eleanor had already taken notice of these two since they've arrived. She's been around the corner listening and even have a slight giggle at their presence and small talk.   Curiosity consumed her as she waited and watched about, but she was still gathering her courage to attempt to speak to these strangers.   Eleanor stepped back, took a deep breath, and stepped out from behind the corner finally; a strong, confident little grin on her face.         "Excuse me, Miss and Mister-- But who are you?                     And what is that contraption there in your hand?"

[knowthebeast-deactivated2014071]

Discipline | yearningforsunshine

"Eleanor…"

She was not angry with the girl—she was never angry—simply disappointed. Her daughter, as much as she tried to distance herself away from biological ties, exceeded her expectations, but mischievousness always seemed to flourish out of a combination of intelligence and isolation and it was more than apparent within the child she was scolding before her.

Yet it was necessary to keep her isolated, for the other children, in her own words as quoted by Eleanor many times, were nothing but “dog eaters”; children that were being raised in Ryan’s tyrannical philosophy, that would soon grow up to echo their parents before them and the corruption they subtly taught.

Still, Sofia wished it would not produce such rebellious behaviour. She knew one day it would be very different, and Eleanor would soon come to fulfill what was prophesied in The Family, but for now, Lamb was simply a mother scolding her daughter. It had been another trip out to the outside world, another mixing with those “below” her.

"Do you know what will happen if you continue to not listen to me? You will become just as barbaric as the children you seem to admire."

[yearningforsunshine]

  Little Eleanor giggled at her mother's words as she continued to toy with the audio diary in front of her. She had taken it apart to see if she could slam the damn thing back together.   Oh no, she didn't hate the machine. She loved it. It helped her vent and learn how to do things that the other children can't even do!                                B A R B A R I C   There was that word again. Eleanor continued to giggle under her own breath before she turned around with a reply,                 "Barbarian-- happy!"           She mocked in a lower, caveman like tone; and ending with yet another giggle.   Eleanor repeated this many times before. She didn't care if it was barbaric of her. It was all fun and games; something she had little of while her mother was around.

[minniewhop-blog]

Big daddy - bouncer

[bioshcck-deactivated20141205]

aaaann d last but not least

i was left without internet for like 10 mins and i started dicking around on fire alpaca (part 5)

[yearningforsunshine]

// this is why I have trust issues :I

[warpaintpeggy]

Rapture signage pt. 5

[ebony-ivory-blood]

(Hide and Seek [yearningforsunshine])

Once on the odd occasion, Kyle had the “very special” honor of helping to keep one of his mentor’s galleries in check. Though a high honor indeed, it wasn’t particularly liked by the disciples all around…on account of just how completely particularly and demanding the old man could be. Especially since it came to his physical art. Art that could be broken or torn with one wrong move. Fitzpatrick, every time he stepped through the doorway, was reminded of the time he and Silas had broken a piece of a plaster sculpture because they’d gotten into a rather ugly argument. It eventually escalated to shoving and the rest is history.

Sighing deeply, the tall pianist headed further inside, pulling on a pair of white cotton gloves. Taking up a few specialized cleaning tools, he set about wiping down a frame on a long cityscape painting. So far, things look decently dusty; his work in there would be long and tedious.

"Great…more opportunities to break things," muttered Fitzpatrick to himself, continuing with his work slowly and steadily.

After about twenty minutes and he’d finished two paintings, he could’ve sworn he’d heard footsteps on the floorboards behind him. Yet when he turned around, he didn’t see a single soul. The automatic door has just finished closing though. That didn’t always mean anything; the thing was so sensitive it often just opened for pedestrians in passing. Narrowing his eyes, Kyle moved back to the tasks at hand.

Another couple minutes passed and he heard more noises, shuffling perhaps. Turning around once more, the disciple knitted his brown into a glare, his eyes scanning the gallery.

"Alright. Who’s in here? Get out, now," he ordered sternly.s  Eleanor silently let out giggles under her breath. She had always wished to escape to this side of Rapture for a little bit and it just so happened the Fort Frolic seemed the most fun.

[yearningforsunshine]

  There she pranced around and ran; having the time of her life. Her imagination soared as she skipped through the halls and rooms; not paying any sort of attention to the other beings who might be around.   Everything was just so beautiful and grasped her attention full heartedly. It was almost magical.   Art appealed to her above anything. She loved to doodle when Sofia didn't have her studying for anything in particular. She drew wherever she could find a blank canvas. Paper, the walls, the floors, anything.    But as she danced around, a sudden voice stopped her in her tracks. She dove behind a table and smacked her hands over her own mouth to keep quiet, but giggles managed to force their way through quietly.

[nalbina]

[yearningforsunshine]

oh boy looky i kept my promise    u v u;

[badluckdownbelow]

ooc// whispers look what i found just for u bby

[yearningforsunshine]

[heirofrapture]

Paradise

[heirofrapture]

  He stood his ground as she’d instructed. No use in frightening her further, preferable that he had her in his clutches and she was at the point of no return before making a petty leap at a chance to have her. 

"I’m not here… to hurt you.” Jack said without much of anything in his voice. Nonchalant, void of emotion- What could she suspect him of? His ulterior motives were perfectly concealed in a straight face.

[yearningforsunshine]

  Eleanor's conscious was going absolutely mental. She wanted to play so bad, but there was his stranger..    He doesn't seem so frightening, but Daddy would always remind her to never trust another-- especially strangers.   She scrunched up her face trying to process her thoughts, but then relaxed after a few seconds.         "Daddy says-- He says not to trust strangers.. but maybe, if we talked a little, mister, you wouldn't be much of a stranger anymore, right?            So here. Let me start off--"               She paused, clearing her little throat.                        "My name's Eleanor.                               And your's--?"

[theblessednavigator]

Visiting Hours | yearningforsunshine

[theblessednavigator]

  Gently, Gil opened the door and peered inside. When he saw her, half hidden by the covers, he couldn’t help but smile. She was a sweet little girl. A little mischievous at times, but then again, what child wasn’t?

"Good morning."

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, holding his briefcase under his left arm. Sofia didn’t approve of him giving her gifts, for some reason or other, but he had brought a few things for her anyway. The packet of crayons was one. He’d also brought her a little keychain with a lighthouse on it, which was tucked in his pocket.

"How are you feeling today?"

[yearningforsunshine]

        "Good morning~!"   She replied with a soft grin; nothing too much though. Eleanor would then began to pick at the overs with her small fingers as the next question was brought up. Her eyes trailed away from his face as well as her small grin slightly faded.         "I'm alright, Mister--"           She told him.             "It still hurts though."   Still recovering and her mind still holding out for her father. Oh how much she missed him.   Her eyes then trailed up to the others presence once more, noticing the briefcase. Anticipation filled her body, figuring something was inside. Usually there was coming from this doctor.         "I promise I won't tell mum~!"            Eleanor whispered over, referencing towards Gil with her smile returning.

[yearningforsunshine]

Open || Boredom

[theworstbadbatter-deactivated20]

  It was a haunting voice, like it came from other sources than just the one girl.  That and the smell of sickness made him a little worried, but she wasn’t acting aggressive or odd - other than the fact she seemed stuck in that vent.  But she didn’t ask for his help nor did she look troubled.

"Eleanor’s a lovely name," he cooed, smiling.  "I bet my little girl would love to play with you.  Her name is Voix.  And right now, I’d love to see her again.  Could you tell me what Zone I’m in?  And if there’s a way out of here?"

[yearningforsunshine]

  Eleanor never got to play with the other little sisters. She was a bit indifferent towards them and a little shy. She tried to once, but they got into a minor argument about who's daddy was greater.   She sighed. Playing with others seemed rather iffy to her. All she wanted was her father.         "Zone--?              No, no; You're in Rapture, Mister. Under the sea with no exit.. not that I haven't figured out at least."                       She explained before she let out a nasty cough, but then quickly returned her face to now a small smile towards the other.

[yearningforsunshine]

sORRY REAL LIFE IS CATCHING UP WITH ME I will definitely be on tomorrow to reply to things! Sorry for those who have waited a week (or more). :c

[mortimus-maximus]

Oop sorry Bioshock drama flaring up again because a few users feel like they can police the fandom and gang up on some of my friends and literally cause them to have anxiety to the point of being sick, despite the fact that my friend has asked them not to because it’s triggering. I guess I’ll tag as ‘mort smash’ if you wanna block it. But for future reference you should probably avoid users gravityjump, martinfinnegan, or silscobb or tagging anything under Sander Cohen, Fort Frolic, or the disciples unless you want angry 19 year old social justice warriors breathing down your neck. They have an army.