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elena narrative, short.
Who: Elena
What: Ending up in another door, Bioshock
When: Now
It was beautiful, she thought. Everything so art deco with an elegance worthy of Gatsby. This place was a golden age relic with an ocean view out of every window. Not a beach view, this city was far, far beneath the sea. Everything was bars and gilded starcases, chrome and tile. Cole Porter played on the loud speaker, and it seemed to Elena like a massive yet vacant hotel of some sort. There was an element of decay to its beauty, and nobody seemed to inhabit it -- not immediately. Aside from the music, it was quiet, eerie quiet. The neon still glowed in the signs, but nobody manned the service stations or bars.This was an underwater world lost, forgotten to time.
It would be awhile before she came across the bodies, all of the bodies. Corpses everywhere for no appaent reason. People facedown in fountains, bartenders slumped over cash registers. The ballroom was a massacre, bullets that spilled brains, bullets that spilled spinal fluid. Even with hands over her eyes, Elena remembered other scenarios. War. War happened here.
Beyond that were the glass hallways which proved this pretty hotel, whatever it was, way under water. From the windows, she could see the lights of other buildings, other corporations. It seemed like a dream, a Rockefeller remake. She stood at the window for a long while, watching fish swim by as she wondered about the differences, if this was past or future. The signs said RAPTURE.
What: Ending up in another door, Bioshock
When: Now
It was beautiful, she thought. Everything so art deco with an elegance worthy of Gatsby. This place was a golden age relic with an ocean view out of every window. Not a beach view, this city was far, far beneath the sea. Everything was bars and gilded starcases, chrome and tile. Cole Porter played on the loud speaker, and it seemed to Elena like a massive yet vacant hotel of some sort. There was an element of decay to its beauty, and nobody seemed to inhabit it -- not immediately. Aside from the music, it was quiet, eerie quiet. The neon still glowed in the signs, but nobody manned the service stations or bars.This was an underwater world lost, forgotten to time.
It would be awhile before she came across the bodies, all of the bodies. Corpses everywhere for no appaent reason. People facedown in fountains, bartenders slumped over cash registers. The ballroom was a massacre, bullets that spilled brains, bullets that spilled spinal fluid. Even with hands over her eyes, Elena remembered other scenarios. War. War happened here.
Beyond that were the glass hallways which proved this pretty hotel, whatever it was, way under water. From the windows, she could see the lights of other buildings, other corporations. It seemed like a dream, a Rockefeller remake. She stood at the window for a long while, watching fish swim by as she wondered about the differences, if this was past or future. The signs said RAPTURE.