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Jan. 28th, 2015


quicklog: cris & elena; bioshock

Who: Elena & Cris
What: A horrible reunion
Where Bioshock door.
When: Now.
Warnings: Violence, gore.

Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailin'

[Tunnels of glass with a 360 degree deep ocean view. Fish, whales, sharks swam by. Beyond that was neon. Neon signs for bars glowed red, hotels in gold yellow, corporations burned blue and purple even this far down on the ocean floor. Rapture was the only light this far down, and the view was beautiful. The long coridors of thick glass were serene, a beautiful view of the 1950s. It wasn't decayed, nothing was rotten or rusted, everything was preserved. The further that one walked through the ocean-view corridor, the music grew louder. At the end of the corridor, a hydraulic door hissed open to the entrance of what might have been a massive hotel lobby. There was a fountain and spiral staircases on each side. Several bodies laid in the fountain face down, long dead. There was a bar in the corner, the tender slumped against the register with the back of his skull beaten through to brain tissue. Next to the bar, there was an intercom, and from there, Elena's voice sizzled through.]

Dios mio, you shouldn't have come here. I think I was halfway to the submarine home, but I'm doubling back. I'll find you. If you hear voices, hide.

[The intercom pops quiet, and from above the stairs, there can be voices heard. Women(splicers) shrieking, "YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" And then, a male's voice, "This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped! I wonder if he's still got some ADAM on him." If Cris climbs the stairs and bypasses the splicers in their rabbit masks, there are more bodies littering the floor.]

Jan. 27th, 2015


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.