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It hadn’t occurred to me that she hadn’t left yet His fingers had the paper still grasped; his back was turned toward the girl though as he was starting to gather what little things he had stashed together. If this little girl was so important to Andrew, and he was such a menace to the man.. He was bound to find out that she was here, and that mean he would find out that he was here too. He would have to find another hideout for now. Until he could show his face again; then he wouldn’t have to hide. His fingers grabbed over the other papers he had collected on a makeshift table (a couple crates wasn’t much of a table) and tucked them away into his broken suitcase. He didn’t even hear the commotion outside, all he was doing was gathering the rest of his things. His service radio (strapped back onto his side.. Jack wasn’t much of a person for chit chats), a few audio diaries, as well as some of the EVE vials and first aid kits he had stashed. All into the little suitcase of goodies. It wasn’t until he’d heard her small voice again that he turned to look at the child again. “What?” The question was a bit of a daft one, but he had spoken it anyways. Now, he could hear them. Now, he could hear the yelling and the voices of the others. He turned back to his stuff and grabbed the pistol he’d protected himself with. He poked a few of the bullets into it, before turning to the child again. He stepped back toward the door and patted her head lightly, his gun in his other hand. “Don’t you worry, dear; Uncle Atlas is gonna take care of those goons.”I had heard the metal giant coming; It wasn’t that hard to realize, as the thump, thump, thumping was very distinct… and very loud. He had wondered a bit, if she had heard it. But the little girl didn’t seem to realize; but children were always a bit oblivious. He watched as the girl wiggled a bit, before pulling out a folded up paper from her dress. Atlas had blinked a bit, before taking the paper from her small hands, standing up a bit. He had recognized the handwriting, that of Andrew Ryan’s. That meaning she had really been in Ryan’s office before. He assumed she had been in there more than once, meaning that she could potentially be helpful. His eyes moved from the piece of paper. Vermin father. He didn’t really quite understand what it meant, but he knew better than she would. “Well, it looks like Mister Ryan isn’t telling you everything.” He was about to speak more, but he heard the groan of the giant, meaning he was outside his door. Well, looks like this wasn’t gonna be his hide out for very much longer. Atlas shook his head a bit, before folding up the paper and handing back down the little girl. He shook his head a little bit, trying to think about the words on the paper. So who was her father anyways? He would have to do some digging, find out who this little girl really was. As she spoke again, he nodded a bit before ushering her toward the door a bit, smoothing out her hair again. “Well look ‘ere, once we have more time; Uncle Atlas will tell ya more about that paper, and about anything else Ryan won’t tell ya, okay? I’ll keep an eye out for ya.”I shook my head and let out a sigh Atlas didn’t quite understand why the kid had been so apathetic to him. Practically rude to him; he’d raised the kid (not that he knew that… it was programmed into his brain that he had a family. That he actually was from the surface). He didn’t know that he was the actual reason the plane had crashed, that there had been a reason for him to come back. Then again, if he had known he wouldn’t have agreed to it, why would he? The plan would have been ruined, which is why he hadn’t been told. Which is why he had been ingrained that this was accidental. Okay well, enough rambling, he tried to straighten out his thoughts. He had to focus. “What are ya’ up to?” He questioned, shaking his head a bit again. He ran fingers over his head, just because he could. It was stressful, he wished that his “son” wasn’t so temperamental; things would have been so much easier. He acted like a teenage girl; it was like he was on his damn period all the time. At this point in time he was supposed to be getting to Arcadia, not sitting on his ass in… Well wherever he was. He was supposed to be doing what he was fucking told, but that seemed to be getting a bit harder as well. Atlas frowned and just sighed again. Since when did people get so hard to control?I frowned a bit Her reaction was nothing he had expected. She looked half sad. No one had been sad for him, not for Fontaine. He had no sympathy, not from anyone. And he probably wasn’t gonna get any from anyone anytime soon. Having some little girl he hardly knew feeling depressed because he was, well his real self, was “gone”. It was odd. Why would she give a flying fuck.. Excuse me, why would she give two cents. And why was he censoring his own thoughts? Man they should have probably put him in the looney house, with all the other crazy people… Because he sure was going insane; there was no doubt about it. What other sane man pretended to be someone else, created a whole new life along with a new persona. Well he had some sense; he was doing it to better himself so to speak. Now when she spoke again, he didn’t quite know what to say. “Um well. A princess is well.. A girl who is royalty? You know what royalty is?” He questioned her, giving a small smile as he did. He wasn’t too surprised by the fact she didn’t know what it was, but he figured even here in Rapture they had books. Storybooks, the ones that told of princesses and fairy tales; they spoke of happiness. And that was something he figured they’d give little girls. Especially little girls like her, who were treated a smidgen better than most other children. She had it made; she didn’t have to do anything other than gather ADAM, right? He of course didn’t know that they were still poking into little girls. He’d figured they had gotten everything perfect by now. Oh well. Nothing he could really do anymore. He shook his head a bit as she asked what had happened to “Mister Fontaine.” “He’s just… Well gone. Mister Ryan wanted him dead, and he almost had the deed done.. But he got out, he got away and just never looked bad.” He figured it was a pretty convincing story; hopefully it was enough to content her. (I’M GOING NOW ARE YOU HAPPY?)
I knew he’d come He had always known, it had been part of his plot. It’d been in the plan. He’d waited for so long for the closest thing to a son to come back to him. Even if he hadn’t acknowledged it, he was most definitely his child. Maybe not the same genetics, but he was one of the few human things he cared about. And now well, he was getting more hostile toward him. What was a father to do? “You there?” He questioned into the radio. Simple words, there was nothing else to say. He half expected him not to reply. One could hope right? Ha. I gave a small laugh At her question, his head shook a bit; the girl had asked a foolish question. Are you gonna hurt Mister Ryan? Well, of course he was. He was gonna hurt him, more so than he already had. Only this time, Andrew’s reputation wouldn’t tarnish. There wouldn’t be another Civil War. If Fontaine could have it his way, he’d kill that son of a bitch with his own hands. In a way he was going to, after all his… toy was his puppet, he did and would do all his dirty work. And this way would be a lot more… Hurtful, after all, the man would be (hopefully) slaughtered by his own son. All he needed was his simple command. Three simple words. He couldn’t wait for the day he got to say them for the last time. “Would you kindly go kill Andrew Ryan?” Then he would be able to take Rapture as his own (right?). Maybe then Rapture wouldn’t keep falling off into the ocean, becoming just a memory (or would it?). Things would hopefully play out perfectly as they did in his head. “Don’t worry princess. Nothing you need to get all flustered about.” Now as he thought about it, if Ryan was so fond of this little lass; Why would she be wandering around in his old “territory” in what Ryan had called “the smuggler’s hideout”. It was probably foolish for him to re-purpose the area, but hardly anybody came around here anymore. That’s why he wondered why the pair had been here, why Ryan had even let her near his old fishery. He sure as hell shouldn’t have let the little girl around here, now his little gem was in Fontaine’s… No Atlas’ possession; for now anyways. When she asked about him, Fontaine, he felt like bursting into laughter again, but he refrained. He shook his head again, and ruffled her hair lightly. “No sweetheart, Mister Fontaine was a very good friend of mine… but he’s gone now. I’m gonna send another friend of mine in Mister Ryan’s direction. But like I said, it’s gonna be a surprise, alright?”I stared down Into her wide yellow eyes, which were nothing you’d see on the surface. It’d be unusual, and very odd. She’d get criticized about them… Actually probably worse. She’d be tested like an animal, if she were to ever go up there. Rapture was for the open minded, but of course. It was built for people of similar tastes, so to speak. And when he had gotten here, he couldn’t see that. No, he couldn’t… In fact he was part of the reason the city was as fucked up as it was now. Oh well, what was he gonna do about it now? You’re right. He wasn’t gonna do a damn thing. “Well, nothing you need to worry about.” It was true, she shouldn’t, and there was no need to. Her little fragile mind wouldn’t be able to understand why… Why he did what he did. Why he had turned his enemy’s only son against him. It was quite fucked up indeed. Fontaine was a fucked up man though, there must have been something not right in his head, something a bit wrong up there. The man himself though was too stubborn and blinded to see this. Why would you give up the fight for power, when it just felt… So good? Why would you give up that feeling? Why give it up when you felt like god? You wouldn’t, once you get a taste of it you want more. It was just like any drug, and it felt way better. It sure as hell didn’t have any issues health wise (unless of course you get killed in the crossfire). “Let’s just say Uncle Atlas is gonna reunite him with someone he hasn’t seen in a long, long time.” He gave a slight chuckle though, shaking his head a bit. He tapped his index finger on her nose lightly. “Don’t you go off tellin’ him though, it’s gonna be a surprise.”She clung to the thing like her life depended on it Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t. It was, obviously, her life’s work. Her life’s work until.. Well until what? What happened when she got to the certain age? Did they “terminate” her? Did they use Tenenbaum’s “magic elixir”, what? He wasn’t too sure, it had seemed as if the chicken and flown the coop before he got the full fill in. Then again, Fontaine didn’t care about what they did, as long as they did it. Fontaine didn’t care about shit, nothing but the money and success. So why should Atlas care? Atlas was different though. Much more different than Fontaine; He “cared’ about the people. He “cared” about the city. Hell, Atlas even had a family; it was just his selfishness that coveted the family like relationship that he had funded. He couldn’t even lie to himself really, this small part of him that cared about that… was well, small. He wanted power; he wanted the money; he wanted to be the top. There was no denying, but as he looked at the bewildered little girl (who looked like she had gotten into some of “daddy’s” candy, like Fontaine would understand what she was seeing, if he even knew), he still like this little one was different. Maybe that’s why, little did he know, that she had drawn the attention of his enemy. There was just no denying the fact that the two men went round and round. Little did his enemy know (yet) what he was planning. Fontaine would probably be considered the scum of the earth. Turning a son against his own father, letting him run rampant through the city killing anyone and thing he pleased. Fontaine had created a monster. Though it was no surprise, considering his past. Some times the better side of him wondered why somebody hadn’t fucking killed him yet; but his dominating side would never let that happen. Not any time soon. There was no time to think about foolish thoughts; he should attend to matters at hand now. Aries. Her name was Aires, as she had spoken up to him. “Oh don’t you worry about Ryan now, lass. He’s not gonna be a problem for much longer.”STILL OOC MOFOS
AND DRAKAN. SHE WANTS AN ANDREW RYAN. STILL OOC MOFOS
Would love you forever x infinity. STILL OOC MOFOS
ANDREW MOTHER TRUCKIN’ RYAN. preferably. we also don’t have: sofia lamb eleanor lamb augustus sinclair and… well we have moi, one little sister, subject delta, tenenbaum and jack ryan. And then I really got a look at her Staring, just staring, that was all he was doing. Looking at her little face, the bow which was now crooked, and an orange dress which was ruffled. He gave a little smile, before setting her down. He moved the hair from her eyes, straightened her little bow and smoothed out her little dress. Like a real daddy, he thought to himself. Ha, like he would ever be considered a father. Too much of an asshole, too big of a liar. He shook his head a little bit as she spoke, the smile still on his face. He’d be damned if he did anything that “Mister Ryan” said. He knelt down in front of her, instead of picking her up again. “That Ryan also says not to approach me, I’m supposin’ we’re in the same boat, eh?” His eyes blinked a bit, moving to look behind the girl. His eyes settled on the bottle that he’d been given. The bottle was from Tenenbaum, the one that would apparently reverse the effects that the little girls had been, well, infected with so to speak. She was already regretting the work she had done, who would have known that even she had a heart. Though, when he looked down to the girl, even his almost non-existent heart felt a little pang of caring. His eyes wandered down from the desk of his “hideout” to the little girl again. “How about you tell ol’ Uncle Atlas yer name?” |
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