( who ) Diane McClintock [&] Andrew Ryan
( what ) First appearance at the school and a very awkward meeting
( where ) Courtyard, Andrew Ryan's room, etc.
( when ) This afternoon/Evening
( warning(s) ) TBA


She was supposed to be dead. In fact she remembered the steel blade as it cut through her body and ended her life, the look in Frank Fontaine’s eyes when he let her drop to the floor—and then there was simply nothing. Nothing, for a very long time and Diane McClintock was no more. Her body must have been so cold, so stiff. She wasn’t sure how it happened but for whatever reason the blond had woken up in one of those strange Vita-Chambers that her former lover had created. How she had gotten in there, she wasn’t certain and she didn’t have anyone that she could ask. All that was left in the broken city were people whose minds had been lost. The corpses of people that she’d known before littered the city’s floors and those whom were still among the living were brought down to the others’ levels by Diane, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to get out of the city alive and she wasn’t in the mood to die again, not after being given a second chance.

Now that she was on the surface, Diane was soggy and cold, hugging her arms around her chest as she moved toward a rather large building. She wasn’t certain what the hell it was, but it looked like a bit of a castle to the young woman and anywhere was much more inviting than the hellhole of Rapture. Judging by the daylight, which was something that she hadn’t seen in a very long time, Diane had to assume that it was midday and because of that she was hoping that there might be some people around for her to talk too, perhaps ask for some assistance. Blinded by the star in the sky that she’d not seen in years, the young woman pushed along the sidewalk and glanced to the large gates. There were people walking around within their hold just about at every glance she made. At least there was some humanity about for her to attempt speaking with.

Her clothing tattered and with her face as disfigured as it was by Steinman, she must have looked awful. Of course, Diane wasn’t aware that fate had given her a bit of a gem in her rebirth of sorts. The Vita-Chamber had brought her back as the beautiful young woman that Ryan had fallen for in the first place, with no mirror for her to look into—not that she wanted to look into any—she wasn’t certain of what she looked like and she didn’t want to know what she resembled after having gotten out of that city of sin, the sea and all that. She frowned and gently pushed the gates opened, reading ‘Poseidon Academy’ as she did. So it was a school.

Wandering into the courtyard, Diane McClintock attempted to do her best at talking to a number of various people, only to have them either tell her they were late for class, leaving class, or telling her that they didn’t have any money for her. She sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead. Noticing a nearby bench, the blond moved toward it and plopped to the seat without grace. She looked like a beggar, then. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to gather her bearings and looked around once more.

“So I look like a beggar, on the grounds of a school…” Biting onto her lip softly, she whimpered. “…And no one will talk to me.” She choked back a sob. “…What am I going to do…?”