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The Knights of Songbird ~ A Bioshock Roleplay

Gneeeeeh

Night, you're so close to Poppy but so far....;-;

I've waited weeks for this. *waves ADAM syringe threateningly* The rest of you better post real quick.

The Knights of Songbird ~ A Bioshock Roleplay

Poppy is positioned RIGHT outside of the clothes shop for when you all exit. Literally right outside, at the other end of the road.

EDIT: Now, here's a thought.

What if the Knights managed to persuade Little Sister Poppy to help them, instead of curing her? Curing her only makes her lose her invulnerability, the addiction to ADAM still stays, and you might want someone "on the inside" so to speak. If she loses her eye-glow then she will technically not be a Little Sister, and people will get suspicious of her if she wandered around the facility.

The Knights of Songbird ~ A Bioshock Roleplay

Unbeknownst to the others, a small, skinny girl skipped down the street on her own with sickly golden eyes. She hummed under her breath as her clean white shoes clicked across the metal street ways, blue light from the glass walls distorted and reflected onto her white dress. She pressed her nose to the aforementioned confectionery store, gasping in delight with all of the sweets lined upon the shelves. She checked her pockets before realizing that she has no money to pay for the sweets themselves, and went to glance up at the store window again before catching sight of her own reflection.

There are moments, it is said, when a Little Sister comprehends her situation. When a little sister briefly becomes self-aware of what she is, how she came to be, and what it is she's doing. Most reported cases of this show the little girls screaming and crying, unable to come to terms with their own monstrous forms. So why was it, perhaps, that Poppy stroked the glass, fingertips running across the golden eyes and the sickly glow and the pale skin as if she wasn't really what she saw in the mirror? Who would truly be able to figure out what it is that a Little Sister can really see when she looks at her own image? Poppy was not scared of what faced her, not in the slightest. After all, it is in the nature of the Hartwell family to be quite brave about these situations.

Of course, years of mental conditioning weren't going to be shrugged away so easily. The sounds of footsteps across the pavement tore her gaze from her own visage, and like a flooded damn, all of the delusional images flooded back into view in her own mind, and she was content again, forgetting what it was her own face looked like.

Poppy stared in wonder at the Knights of Songbird, hidden from view by her quick climbing and hiding behind one of the shop signs like some sort of rabid animal. Their clothes were so outlandish and beautiful, Poppy was reminded of fancy dress parties playing pretend, rag-time dress-ups with her "Daddy" and using her ADAM syringe like a Tommy gun, pretending to be a mafia leader. These people piqued her curiosity, so when they entered a clothes store Poppy slipped from her hiding spot and peered into the window.

She watched with interest as they looked through the racks of clothes, jealous of them. How she wished to have something else to wear than endless rows of white uniforms! For a moment, her eyes lingered on Daniel. His blood was visible under his shirt, and her stomach rumbled. She licked her lips impatiently, tearing her eyes away from the sight. With a quick shoulder-shrug, she had slipped her ADAM syringe into her hands.

"Awwwh, now I'm hungry. I think there's an angel nearby, Mr B...Mr B? Oh, okay then, I guess I'm on my own for now!" chimed Poppy, looking around for her "Daddy" with only a minute amount of disappointment. She followed her nose to a reeking corpse, which appeared to have been stabbed through the chest by a frighteningly massive rivet. The body was relatively fresh, and Poppy knelt down in the pool of congealing blood, plunging the syringe into the stomach of the splicer corpse.

"Rosie made you sleep, Angel? I never get to see her often, 'cause Daddy doesn't like me playing with Rosie. I bet Rosie is off doing some work outside, though, so I'll take the shinies out of your belly on my own for now." cooed Poppy, watching the bright red ADAM-infused blood dribble into the syringe.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Or simply do some background research and switch the location? Seems easier, no?

The Knights of Songbird ~ A Bioshock Roleplay

Seconded. Go, go go! Start posting!

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

TheDookieNut said
There's also a spot for two other, adult, characters to have gone into the university with Emilie. I haven't said who as I don't want that decision.

Was the uni in new york?

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

God no, it's your RP. Be as finicky as you possibly can because if -you- become angry and frustrated with your own RP then it tends to end up falling flat on its face.

In the meanwhile, I eagerly await the IC OP.

And as a question to the other members; who wants to already know Elise prior to the IC opening up? I assume they've been travelling for a while now.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Ah, you mean about the "travelling with Sarah only" part? Alright, I'll go through them again.

EDIT: Fixed, yell if there's anything else you want improved.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

I'm editing my post as we speak to include Sarah's CS. Once that's accepted, I'll post in the IC.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Oh, this is what she has overall. Don't worry about that.