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ooc; -- why am I getting a muse for my Booker again

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ʙɪᴏsʜᴏᴄᴋ ɪᴄᴏɴs: ʙᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ.

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fromthetail:

It doesn’t really matter that the stranger had… what sort of badge was that? – Curtis took a longer moment than he usually would trying to figure out if and where he’d seen something like that before. No luck. And then the stranger was talking again and Curtis resumed his air of bitter disinterest.

Until the children were mentioned. Eyes were on him but Curtis looked away quickly, down and between two invisible points. Thinking. An almost panicked reaction, and one impossible to be missed, but still Curtis set his jaw and looked back.

“Obnoxious isn’ the word I would use for us– not after the treatment that caused any sort of… alarming actions.

– Most people won’t want to talk to you here.“

DeWitt nearly chuckled out of random amusement from the man’s curiosity at the gilded piece of metal he held out from his chest.                            Was the outside world already forgotten? The accidental.. icy catastrophe decades ago almost seemed like yesterday, or even just an hour ago. Maybe it was just in here,  where memories of the past were blurred by the immense desire to barely survive. But even at the front of the train, the distracted folk -- all of them -- neglect any need for knowledge when all they needed was the train.                           Their god.  “ Terrible conditions, cannibalism, ... eating fucking cricket protein bars.. yeah, that ain’t obnoxious at all--                          tell me, pal, I saw the spark in                          your eyes. Both of them. What                          do you know? “

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ooc; -- did tumblr update? trying to post replies, but there’s this container box that won’t let me trim my posts. 

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ooc; -- for those in college, how do you manage to maintain a blog and keep up with classes? i’d hate to neglect this blog again, since college for me starts in.. two months. holy damn.

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          That voice. Though it was more of a              terrified yell. Definitely a little sister in              here.. hiding..? Booker almost chuckled              upon hearing ‘baddie’. It would’ve been              almost adorable if it weren’t for the high,              scared shriek in the girl’s voice.               Momentarily stopping in his tracks, he              resumed his pace, now searching for              the lost-- oh, there she was! Booker was               quick on his feet, hoping his torn dress              shoes didn’t splatter against the standing              puddles around. The poor girl was racing              for something, maybe an escape from him.              A tall, intimidating man, it was absolutely              absurd to even try showing affection--                                      But he tried anyway.

           “ I promise I won’t hurt you!                Just-- just let me help! “          

         &. Mr. b was gone, he had left her, fell to          the ground & became an angel, leaving          her with no where to run, & so she had          bolted, assuming that the ‘baddies’ were          lurking near her protector’s corpse. Her          speed had slowly decreased, now just          wandering through the hall, holding that          same glowing needle to her chest, she          had to find a vent, it was the only way          she would survive.

         At the sound of his voice she jumped,          glowing hues frantically searching for          the source, there was a baddie here,          she was sure of it, he was trying to draw          her out with lies, lies of him not attempting          to harm her, she wasn’t going to believe it.

                  ❝No, you’re a baddie, go away! ❞

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“ What brings you in here today?  I got your calls too. Woke me up in the middle of the damn night. Never had such an eager client. “

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-pushes Booker moodily out of his way in the hall like a middle school bully-

DeWitt brushed the dust off his pants after barelycatching himself from falling. His immediate glarebeamed at the other male, recognizing the all toofamiliar bastard of a surgeon. “ Maybe a new fucking prescription for glassesis needed, doc. I’d look into that. “

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“ I don’t suppose you’re tryin’ to look for any veteran discounts,                                                are ‘ya? “ 

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DeWitt picked up the patter of soft feet skipping across the wet, broken floors of the city. He recognized the sounds immediately -- a little sister. Though a peculiar detail stood out; if there was a little sister, then where was the quaking footsteps of its vicious guard? Maybe the poor girl scout got lost from its father. ----          “ Come on out now. I don’t bite. “

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“ Nah, I don’t believe so. All  businessmen know that if you threaten, you’re goin’ straight on the hit list. “

“——-You’ve missed the point.”

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Starter call! 

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                real quick: none of you need to apologize to me for taking your time with replies. you are not ‘ late. ’ we are not on a schedule and there are no deadlines; i am not – and never will be – timing you. sometimes things get hectic in real life and/or there’s just no motivation / energy to write. that’s perfectly okay ! i’ve been there and i don’t want you adding anymore stress to yourself over whether i’m upset with you for not responding right away. i promise you i’m not. take your time and answer when you feel ready. i’m excited for your reply, but i can be patient. similarly, if you have motivation for other threads, do them. sometimes muses work for certain threads or characters and not others. if you need to drop our thread, then do it. it’s all good ! no worries ! your comfort and health come first. please take care of yourself.

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“ I feel strangely relieved and offended.  If you’re just here for a small chat, I don’t got time for this. Either schedule n’ pay up, or get out. “

“Oh, no, your death would be  meaningless. No purpose what- soever.  It’s far, far worse than that.”

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bioshock infinite aesthetics: booker dewitt            ↳ “My name is DeWitt. I’m a friend. I’ve come to get you out of here.”

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ooc; -- finally changed my theme, woohoo! I still gotta update my About page, considering it still says I’m underage. 

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“ Heh, that isn’t new.              I’ve had some of my clients             threaten to kill me because             they can’t pay up the receipt. “

“……..”

“Does your own death count?”