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| Topic Started: Apr 19 2008, 07:15 PM (335 Views) | |
| . Gil O'cullen | Apr 19 2008, 07:15 PM Post #1 |
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It had been a long day and he was plum tired, well that would be an understatement, he was exhuasted. He sat quietly on the docks outside of the fisheries taking a long drag from a lit cigarette, pondering to himself. With his other hand he fiddled around the handle of a switchblade in his pocket. Normally he would sit there and wait for his brother to get off of work. He worked during the morning unloading the 'shipments' they would get for the day while his brother worked in the afternoon in the fisheries gutting...well fish. He had already dropped him off at their apartment in Olympus Heights, but tonight he decided to come back, he needed to clear his head. "What a mess..." he muttered to himself wearily tapping his cigarette to shake off the ashes. At this rate they would be in the home for the poor, but...this was something that he couldn't just up and walk away from. He had quite a burden upon his shoulders one which caused him great difficulty to sleep at night. That idiot, he thought to himself, the man that he once called father was long gone but in his wake he left him with a high debt to be repaid and he had to do whatever he could to pay it off. What Fontaine wanted Fontaine got, otherwise he would probably find himself in a sack with pieces missing. "There's gotta be a better way" he mumbled again running his hand throughhis dark hair before tossing his cigarette into a small puddle beneath the docks. He reached back into his other pocket and took out a leather wallet. He flipped it open looking at a picture of him and his family running a thumb over it. |
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| . Frank Fontaine | Jun 24 2008, 06:06 PM Post #2 |
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Despite the absence of Suchong, today's meeting with the Fontaine Futuristic's lead scientists had not been a waste. He always enjoyed meeting with Dr. Tenenbaum. Who wouldn't enjoy the company of such a lovely creature? Not even Fontaine was immune to her beauty, though he could honestly say it was her brain that he was more interested in. And what a breakthrough she had to report! The fact that only the girls could harbor Adam fascinated Fontaine. He could hardly wait to see her prelimnary reports and figure out the exact reason behind it. The only thing that could spoil Fontaine's good mood at this point was the abscence of Dr. Suchong, the likes of which he'd be paying a visit very soon. If the man wasn't so brilliant... "O'Cullen," Fontaine stated as he entered the fishery. |
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| . Elizabeth Channing | Jun 28 2008, 12:56 AM Post #3 |
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At this hour, most of the fishermen had cleaned up and had gone home for the evening. Elizabeth Channing was still inside however - lingering inside the dim light of the fisheries. There sat the young lady, hunched over atop an empty crate in the corner of the main room. As she began to squint her eyes and look down at her rusted pole and tattered line in her lap, she couldn't determine for herself at this point if she was going blind due to the strain the lack of light was putting on her eyes, or if she was just tired - hell, she thought - "maybe both". Elizabeth sat on the very edge of the wooden container; her knees together holding the handle of the rod vertical as her legs "V"ed outwards. As she swapped out the old line on the rod for a new one, she paused for a second. Still tightly holding the pole erect with her knees, she wiped her tired eyes cautiously with the edge of her palms. The terrible stink of dead fish hit her when she pulled them away. The young girl arose, grabbed her rod, and placed it leaning up against the wall among the ranks of Gil O'cullen's and Frank Fontaine's. As she walked away towards the front door, she graced her hand through her tied up hair and released it down to her shoulders almost effortlessly. Swaying her head back, she could feel all the guts and grime swimming around in her curls. Tonight, the thought of a long hot shower seemed almost too good to be true. Then Elizabeth saw something that snapped her out of her trace - there he was. " 'Evening Mr. Fontaine! " she said raising her blonde eyebrows up in a way only Elizabeth Channing could do. She coupled it with a tired but radiant smile. |
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| . Frank Fontaine | Jul 2 2008, 01:36 PM Post #4 |
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"Ms. Channing," Fontaine greeted with a curious nod. He wasn't necessarily the jumpy type, but to get anywhere in this place you did have to harbor a certain amount of suspicion. O'Cullen's presence, he could understand. The kid owed him a debt and Fontaine was pleased to see him taking it seriously. But why was Channing still here? "You're here pretty late this evening." |
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| . Elizabeth Channing | Jul 3 2008, 12:23 AM Post #5 |
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"I know, sorry." Her superficial smile faded. Almost as if she didn't belong there...or anywhere for that matter. "Today would of been my parent's twenty-sixth anniversary together." She continued as she peered down at the wore out fronts of her boots. "They were found slain in our house almost four years ago. I always felt a certain shame, or guilt. Like things coulda been different had I been there." Elizabeth looked broken even after all this time. "They never found the killers, but with my parents being such out-spoken anti-government advocates, I think it was clear what had happened. That's why I came down here, Mr. Fontaine. I wanted to get any from the government topside. Everything is just so...controlling." She glanced quickly up at Fontaine, then immediately recoiled her blue eyes back down to the floor. "Some days hurt more than others." She sighed. "And I really couldn't stand just sitting at my apartment tonight after my shift. Being alone like that sometimes just make my mind focus where I don't want it to." Elizabeth slowly realized she was opening up to someone, something she rarely did. With the exception of her Golden retriever, Delta, she didn't talk about the murders with anyone. And she certainly hadn't opened up the book of her past to anyone else here in Rapture. But there was something about this Fontaine fellow...and whatever kind of guy she thought Frank Fontaine was, she now found herself taking quite a liking to him. |
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| . Frank Fontaine | Jul 5 2008, 12:42 PM Post #6 |
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Frankly, Fontaine couldn't care less about this employee of his or her tragic tale. Everyone in Rapture had a sob story of their own, and most of the time they were quite similar. Andrew Ryan would probably be a little shocked by the number of people who didn't move here to seek the Utopian Dream, but instead as a last resort. Hell, how do you think people ended up in this shit-bubble in the first place? People don't condemn themselves to a lifetime at the bottom of the ocean and leave behind everything and everyone they know if they're happy. But anyone observing the conversation, including Ms. Channing herself, wouldn't think that. Fontaine flashed her a sympathetic smile and offered his condolences. "I'm sorry to hear that, Elizabeth," he said soothingly as he gently lifted her chin up with a calloused hand. "But you're in Rapture now. You have to let go of the past, of the surface, and move on." He dropped his hand from her chin and placed it back in his pocket. Fontaine understood that these were the people Rapture would shit on. No matter how rich you were, people still needed someone to take out the trash. As Rapture advanced in technology and industry, so would the number of people who couldn't hack it--the parasites. With a strong leader overhead to guide them, they would rebel on Rapture. It was only a matter of time. As Fontaine stood there staring at Ms. Channing, a small smile crept across his face. The fact that she'd felt comfortable enough to open up to him told him everything he needed to know. They would trust him when the time came. The parasites would be his. |
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| . Elizabeth Channing | Jul 5 2008, 02:58 PM Post #7 |
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Feeling more and more like she was becoming a nuisance to Fontaine. She curled her button face into an askew debut, and released her eyebrows downwards. "Sorry, Mr. Fontaine." she was strangely apologetic. Shaking her head from side to side, she tried to dispel any emotions she might have. "I'll see you tomorrow", she put out her hand. |
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| . Frank Fontaine | Jul 11 2008, 09:39 PM Post #8 |
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"There is nothing to apologize for." Fontaine kept a polite grin on his face as he spoke, but didn't allow anything more. Taking Channing's hand, he shook it delicately. "Goodnight, Elizabeth." Placing his hands back in his pockets, Fontaine took a look around the fishery. O'Cullen was the only one left now and he seemed lost in thought. That was fine with Fontaine. He had a few thoughts of his own to process before another shipment arrived tonight. Things were going well. More than well, actually, with the latest breakthrough from Tenenbaum's research. The only real concern pressing his mind was Ryan. He knew the man respected him for what he achieved. He had arrived in Rapture with nothing and climbed his way, unbridled, to the top. It was the reason Ryan had created Rapture in the first place. But Fontaine also knew that Ryan was growing wary. Rumors of his smugglings were weaving their way about Rapture. Ryan was sure to have heard them by now and Fontiane knew exactly how serious he would take them. Tainting the utopian dream of Rapture is something Ryan would not stand for and Fontaine knew there was only a certain amount of time until he took action. He could only hope it didn't come too early. |
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| . Elizabeth Channing | Jul 12 2008, 01:05 AM Post #9 |
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The area around Apollo Square was quite empty by the time Elizabeth reached the front door to her apartment. Walking up, she saw a sign that grabbed her attention. It was a poster plastered up on a wall in the Square. It read, "Be on the lookout for illegally imported goods." With a cartoon picture of a man holding a gun. She stood in front of it and thought about it for an unusual amount of time. At this point everyone who was anybody in this bubble knew about all the hearsay about Fontaine and his rumored smuggling operation. Working at the fisheries, Elizabeth herself had not witnessed anything that would of lead her to believe these rumors would true. "Maybe Fontaine is just playing his cards close to the vest", she thought to herself. Ryan was beginning to grow suspicious of the fellow and she figured it would indeed only be a matter of time. She knew Ryan had a close grip on Rapture (although it seemed to be growing weary with each passing day), and that he would stop at nothing to take down Frank Fontaine if he had any evidence that he was up to no good in his city. The more Elizabeth thought about it this, the more worried she became. "What I am going to do?" The thought seemed to press like a freight train though her tired head. She was no fool, she knew that at some point a line is going to be drawn in the sand, and every man, woman and child in Rapture is going to have to decide where to stand - it was inevitable in a place like this. At this point she found herself unlocking the door to her apartment and letting herself in. That's when all the thoughts began to fly through her head. She began to think about everything her parents stood up for. She began to think of everything she had given up. And she began to think about fear - oh God - the fear that if Andrew Ryan took down Fontaine, what was stopping him from reclaiming his unchallenged crown as the King of Rapture once again. Without Fontaine - without a leader for the people - nothing stopped Ryan from becoming no different than Stalin...or Hitler, for that matter. It was just all too much. Maybe she was just overtired. Nonetheless, she became worried all the same. Stepping into her apartment she called out for Delta, and slipped off her boots one leg at a time. Then letting out a deep sigh, she slipped into a chair at the kitchen table to catch her breath. Before the next thought hit her, she was dreaming. |
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