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ā¦! (if you're still doing these :D )
Send me a ā¦ and Iāll draw your muse in the Tim Burton style
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sandyofraptureĀ replied to yourĀ photo:eee today is the big day i shall bring back...
//omg where did you get that sweater?! Iāve been looking around for my own cosplay Dx I canāt find a good one
i found mine at ross for ten bucks! \ovo/
Big Daddy & Little Sister.
-Something/someone my character protects OR a time where my character had to be the protector
Silas is a very protective person in general. If he loves something/someone, heāll defend it like an angry dog. This applied to Cohen for a long time, especially in the beginning of their relationship. Often times, Silas would get just as worked up over criticism as Sander would, and heād often seek out retribution on his own, uninvited accord. That aside, Silas is fiercely protective of his friendsāat least, the few he has. If harm comes their way, whoeverās causing it is pretty much guaranteed a beating.Ā
-Something that my character sees differently than most
Cohen. Silas sees Cohen in a way that nearly no one else does, with the exception of his fellow disciples. Even still, Silas shares a different relationship with his mentor than Hector, Martin or Kyle would. Their dynamic is different because Cobb gets manipulated in different ways. Regardless, Silas knows SanderĀ soĀ well given the sheer amount of time theyāve spent together. Theyāve been through a lot and have put each other through a lot. In this sense, Silas is entirely disillusioned to the awed manner in which most of Rapture sees their so called āfavorite artistā. Even if he once held that perspective, it inevitably rots and dies away into something like seething hatred. At least, as close to hatred as Silas can feel towards that particular vice.Ā
December 7th, 1958
āWonderful.ā Olivia cursed under her breath as she dashed out from beneath the now leaking ceiling. āAnother leak.ā Straightening out her dress she searched for an open spot near by. Circling for a few minutes she at last settled herself perched beside one of the dozens of fountains that decorated Rapture. A city under the sea, that constantly leaks, filled with fountains. It seemed ironic to the young brunette as she lit her first cigarette since her lunch break at noon. The smooth tobacco calmed her as it filled her lungs. Helping to drown out the hum of patrons breezing by. A dozen voices all speaking at once. From there it all seemed so simple.
But it wasn't simple. Not even close. The scenery seemed stunning yet the foundation was crumbing. Nobody wanted to talk about Fontaine. Dead or alive it didn't matter. People knew well enough to be frightened of him. All the while singing the praises of their beloved Andrew Ryan. There are only two kinds of people in Rapture: those too ignorant to leave, and those like Olivia who were just too stuck to try.
Luckily, Sandy had promised to meet her here just as soon as her shift at Bella Mia's ended. Though she hadn't said what their plans for the night would be, Olivia could only hope they might stop somewhere for drinks. If ever there was a good time for brandy tonight would be it. Ā
Sandy stared at the locket in hand, fingers carefully brushing over the small celtic tree on the front. Her grandmother had given it to her when she was just a little girl and informed that it had been in the family for five generations so far. It came all the way from Ireland and it was one of a kind, which meant no replacing it if she actually lost it. Which she thought she had done until now. Without a word, Sandy quickly pulled the larger male in for a hug, eyes nearly welling up with tears. āThank you so much, Mr. Thompson. You have no idea how worried Iāve been about this little locket, it means the world to me and I- I canāt believe you found it.ā
There was an instant during which Daniel Thompson, bar fighter and resident whore, was stunned into complete passive silence. He'd not done anything grand. Just gotten some old necklace from a drain. And now there were hugs and tears and thanks. It was a little much.
"Uh... it was... in the drain is all."
He needed desperately to be released. This was not something he was good at. This emotion business.
"Glad you got it back." The man pat her back gently, trying to hide the mild disgust from his face.
"So just... let go now. It's back. Safe and sound. Don't drop it down the sink anymore."
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"Where did you find this?"
She didnāt have to sound so damn offended. It wasnāt as though heād been rifling through her drawers or anything. The locket had been caught in the drain of the sink. It probably fell there at some point and no one had been able to get it out. Hell, heād only gotten it out of luck. Daniel was usually very good about leaving tools at work or home, but heād forgotten the C-wrench in his pocket and had gone to undo the pipes and get the necklace. If heād known itād be this much troubleā¦
"You dropped it down the drain. Should it get put back?"
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"Well isn't this an odd sight. What e v e r would any of you want with m e ?" Eleanor smiled, looking to the stranger as she sat firmly on one of Rapture's many destroyed pillars as if she were having a casual chat.
sandyofraptureĀ replied to yourĀ post:ā«
//omg.
(( only the best song by him ever ))
