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    It kind of embittered him. To think this abrupt conversation (one of projects, finances)was the norm for men outside of Pauper’s Drop. It kind of bewildered him, like:damn. You dress up a little nice andnow you’re blended in with Rapture’s elite.

   As his fingers slide up and down his shot glass, Lucius sarcastically thinks how his mama told him there’d be days like this, were thesuit makes the man. Rather thangiving the ‘four-eyed fellow’ the nastiest side eye and confessing hispresence in this area was a one-night event: for a moment – and just amoment, Lucius plays along.         “And just what is my share in the end, my good fellow?”

Chance pursed his lips for a second, considering. He hadn’t expected the man to cut to the chase so quickly - but he did admire a straight forward, no-nonsense approach in a business type.

Rapture certainly had no shortage of business-types, and far too few actual business men.

“That’s up for negotiation,” Chance said, keeping his tone light. “In the past, I’ve come to 60-40 arrangements with benefactors, split your way, of course. Anything more than that, I’m afraid I can’t keep the lights on in the studio. Got to pay my boys, you see.”

Chance eyed the man carefully for a moment before offering a hand. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. I’m Chance Charleston. CC Studios. Perhaps you’re familiar with my work, if you’re the type to pal around here...”

“What are you drinking this evening? I’ll get you another.”

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Frank watched the other man as he spoke, taking in every little movement, every potential little TWITCH.  Seeing a man face-to-face could be quite telling, but so far, the other man was on the level with what he was telling him.  He was quite familiar with Mr. Charleston’s work, and he was right; it could bring in a pretty penny.

Especially considering the NOVELTY of animation.  Practically EVERYONE wanted to get in on it.  And if HE helped get AHEAD of it….yeah, this was a venture he wanted in on.

“I got all KINDS of connections, Mr. Charleston,” Fontaine said, a little smirk slipping onto his face.  "And I’m definitely interested in backing this … investment of yours.“  He paused to light a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke before he continued.  "But why stop there?  Why not corner the market on ANIMATION itself?” he suggested, watching the other man closely once more.  "You said it yourself: you’ve got the talent.  You just need the MONEY, and THAT is something that I have.“  This could become quite the business venture, and he certainly didn’t intend to waste it.

Chance faltered at that, it was so far and beyond the response he was expecting. But, then again, he really shouldn't be surprised. Fontaine was known for his ambition, after all.

He readjusted his glasses, considering the idea. The studio didn’t have anywhere near the amount of infrastructure for production of that magnitude, at least not yet. He’d need a dramatic increase in manpower.

But, Rapture had no shortage of artists looking for a steady job. He’d just have to convince them that drawing bouncing tits was just as respectable as painting whatever high-brow masterpiece they imagined they’d create in Rapture.

And hell, he’d already done that more times than he could count.

“That’s quite a prospect, Mr. Fontaine,” Chance said, painfully aware that Fontaine was watching him very closely. “And I’ll keep it in mind. We haven’t even done a single short yet, though, aiming to corner the market seems a bit premature. But, however, I appreciate your confidence in my work.”  

“Cornering the market, though...” Chance couldn’t help but think of the studios back up on the surface. They all made their money by producing cute videos for the kiddies. That was far, far outside his studio’s repertoire. He shuffled through some sketches on his desk, thinking. “Eventually I imagine we’d have to expand outside our current... genre. Access other markets.” He pratically shuddered at the thought.

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“Only if that’s what you’re having.”

“Chance Charleston,” he offers his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

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“ You, Yes you..

    You sir look like you wouldn’t mind a drink.

       Bacardi?”

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Truth be told, Frank Fontaine was ALWAYS looking for ways to delve into other business ventures.  And if those business ventures would piss Ryan off at the same time?  Well, so much the better.  Which was why, when he’d heard about THIS particular scheme, he’d had to come talk to the man in person.

“What EXACTLY are we talkin’ here?” he asked, sitting back in his chair.  He had a feeling he already knew which way his SUPPORT would go, but Fontaine wanted a few more … DETAILS before he committed his time and, more importantly, his MONEY.

“WELL, as you probably know, Mr. Fontaine, my boys and I have cornered the market in certain printed materials,” Chance couldn’t help but puff out his chest with pride. Among the lower rungs of society in Rapture, his studio was nearly a household name. “We’re looking to expand our horizons, so to speak.” “I’ve got a new hire, fresh down from the surface who’s one of those animation types. He keeps telling me how we’ve got to move with the times and make a short. A real animated short. He keeps bouncing titles at me, like JASMINE’S NIGHT OUT or THE ADVENTURES OF ANDY RANDY.”

“Sure sounds to me like an interesting venture. But animation ain’t cheap. Plus, distribution could be... tricky. Personally, I don’t have any business connections to Rapture’s fine theater establishments or it’s dinky back alley projection booths. But maybe you, Mr. Fontaine, maybe you do.”

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“I’ve got a new project on the horizon, an absolute showstopper, guaranteed to get Ryan’s panties in a bunch. Exactly the kind of thing that the boys down in Neptune’s Bounty go crazy for. But, uh...”

“Well, the way things’ve been going lately, I can’t go ahead with production without a financial backer. So, what’d ya say? Want a cut into the business?”

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  “WELL, NOW YOU’RE just trying to flatter me.”

“Heh, Just keep tellin’ yourself that, darling. Maybe someday it'll come true.”

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“Ah, I should have guessed. The crazies always hold on the longest, don’t they?”

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“Oh, well, isn’t that peachy. Stuck in Rapture with only one of Cohen’s cronies to keep me company. Just what I always wanted.”

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               They offered you everything, yes? And in return, you gave                               them what you always did: BRUTALITY.                                             You took what you wanted.                                                     Brigid Tenenbaum                                                 Independent | selective

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“Cross my heart, that camera was smashed and sold for scrap.” A lie, of course, but the prints he’d made were a limited run, not many in Rapture had copies, he’d made sure of it.

❝ KEEP YOUR HANDS  where I can see them and you can spare yourself l u c k y. ❞       — …  Digits curl around her waist.   ❝ Though I never did get that camera,      nor did you consequence. ❞ Beneath riddled tides,  there is a vague threat.  But it’s mostly in her eyes,  fixed &&.  point at the man in suit.

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“  THE ONLY MAN THAT I’VE EVER LOVED,                   IS THE SAME MOTHERFUCKER WHO CUT ME UP. ”

                                Dollie || 23 || The City of R A P T U R E

                                          { written by mel }

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(I got to see it in person at the Museum of Sex in NYC. It was awesome XD)

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“Just making sure you remembered, heh, I’d rather not have to take a trip to Steinman’s this morning to get bits of me set back in place...”

  ❝  —I ACCUSED YOU of  n o n e. …Evidently, the fire of GUILTY conscious spits. ❞   Arms cross, like restraint, on chest.

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((Fun fact, in case you were wondering, my sidebar image comes from a magazine from 1967. That’s maybe a little bit too recent for Rapture but it’s certainly weird enough. The full piece is called the “DISNEYLAND MEMORIAL ORGY” and features shit that Disney lawyers to this day are probably pulling their hair out about.

Here’s a link to the full thing. (nsfw, of course) ))