#I used to play a Martin Finnegan from Bioshock!

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Past, Future, Present Muses! [x]

His breath came out as slow puffs of air that curled up towards the roof of the freezer he’d been stuffed into. Ice snuck viciously up his arms, sticking haphazardly to dark skin, yet not at all damaging the man. Behind the colorful bird mask, lips twisted into a savage snarl, his brain twisted deep into the madness that was ADAM.

Martin Finnegan was not the same man he had been.

Through the years, he had simply been a man so eager for recognition, but only found greed, anger, and fear in the hearts of the Rapture citizens. Rapture wasn’t the picture perfect place that Andrew Ryan tried to accentuate to new residents. And now? Fitzpatrick was the only one alone with Cohen now, with no way of getting outta there.

A quiet growl filtered past his teeth; Martin’s shoulders hunched in a predatory way. His ears twitched as the ramblings of Splicers came up. Their words were scattered, and airy. More of them. Cohen was trying to get them to kill him. Again. 

Surges of ice tore its way up his arms in preparation for an attack, a defense, anything. He needed to be prepared...after all, he wasn’t going to die in this freezer. Warped ideas stung through his skull.

Need new sculptures...need more.