"I don’t know why we’re here, but I’m pretty sure that it’s not in order to enjoy ourselves."
Jacky-and-Sparks || Independent Bioshock OC.
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He looked up at the splicer. That shiver never seemed to leave him. The room was cold and his breathe left his mouth in short, white puffs. She was furious and absolutely insane.
Were the ice still unfrozen he could have zapped her - and himself - killing them both. But that opportunity was long gone and it looked like he was going to die slowly.
But Lin still wanted to live. God did he want to live.
Defiance shone in his eyes. That cold, calculating look now aflame, those beady eyes glittered in the darkness as if to dare her to strike him because then, at least, his death was on his terms.
He deserved it for that stupid mistake, anyway. Hesitation. What was he thinking? He should not have been thinking.
Lin was not good enough and living was just not an option anymore.
But if he did not get to live, he’d die by his own hand.
Lin was willing to be anything but a victim of circumstance.
He was the master of his fate and even if that meant he’d wait long enough to be cornered by this monster, he’d have some choice. He was human. He deserved that little.
"You’re insane.” He spat- growled - pushing himself up as much as he could to get a better view of her crooked figure - those thing legs tottering across her fields of snow and ice. He fingers pulsed with the blue coldness that’d be his end.
The cold was beginning to freeze his limbs. His eyes felt stiff and strange, his nose numb. The bruises felt like stab-wounds piercing into him - the cold increasing and sharpening the pain. Lin’s hand slipped and he fell to the ground again, hissing when he hit the ice.
"Damnit, you’re insane.”
This was different, usually by now they were pleading, begging for their lives once they realized they were caught in her icy web. The splicer paused tilting her head to the side, the motion wasn’t remotely human, more reminiscent of a predatory animal.
The word meant little to her, insanity rarely recognized itself, and this was no exception.
Still she had heard the accusation before, and it did nothing but increase her anger. Maybe he was hoping to anger her enough to have her end it quickly, or cause her to make a mistake. It might have worked to, but even if she did make a mistake, how could he capitalize on it?
Couldn’t he see, as he failed to even push himself off the ground, that escape from her was impossible? She would do what she wished and he would become just one more forgotten corpse lying about.
Stalking forward once more she stopped just out of his reach a garish grin stretching across her face, mirthless giggles bubbling up and escaping her lips.
It had been a long time since someone had been at her mercy like this. Normally they expired far too quickly to make an example.
Still he seemed to have fight left, enough to hurl accusations of insanity at her anyhow. Though one could question the sanity of someone intent to piss off the person they were at the mercy of. At least those who pleaded had a chance to appeal to her better nature, though that was so tattered chances were slim.
“Hurts doesn’t it?” Her words were still in that song-like tone that made every word patronizing, even if the words were just disconnected sentences. She bent her knees lowering her eye level, seemingly unaffected as one knee made contact with the icy floor.
“You can scream, make an example.”
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Teagan gave an emphatic sigh, relieved that she wasn’t too rustled by his blatant act of stupidity. He adjusted his voice, lips parting into a polite smile. “Of course, it would be my pleasure.” The man replied, his tone pleasant but yet still rigid with formality- before slipping away to weave between the patrons that stood scattered throughout the inside of the smoky lounge.
After a few moments, he returned with his hand wrapped around the neck of sleek bottle of Arcadia Merlot. Casting his companion an inquisitive glance, he began effortlessly twisting a corkscrew through the foil cap. “So do you… come here often?” The engineer asked, studying the young woman’s features. Her eyes were particularly compelling- deep, earthen flecks of brown, green and gold. How wonderfully they were complimented by the cupid’s bow of her lip, framed by neatly-brushed waves of chestnut. It took him a few seconds to conclude that she was an unfamiliar face.
“Not trying to pry or anything, I don’t hang around much either. It’s mostly just… regulars.” Teagan said, giving a slight shrug of the shoulder. Peering down once again, he gave a sharp wrench to the tightly-wound corkscrew- the bottle giving way with an audible ‘pop’. Snatching a clean glass off a deserted bus cart sitting nearby, he began a lengthy pour. “But I do stop in from time to time, when the mood strikes.” Satisfied, he offered the drink to his companion, raising a curious brow. “…and I’m not sure I’ve seen you before.”
Leaning against the wall the singer waited for the stranger’s return, doing her best to avoid anymore accidents with the patrons entering and exiting. Absently she examined the hem of her dress, double-checking that she had avoided the spray of wine this time. Satisfied that she had, Katherine looked back up in time to see the man returning a fresh bottle in his hand.
As he spoke she took the time to actually study her newest acquaintance’s appearance, still finding him unfamiliar. At least his words confirmed that they hadn’t met before, she would have felt terrible if they had and she had forgotten. Normally she had a gift for remembering faces, but one could never be sure.
“Oh no I’m not a regular here, or anything like that,” the singer said with a faint shake of her head, which was true. Normally she preferred to spend time with her friends, or alone at home, unless she had an audition, or as in this case she felt like celebrating. As was normal when not on stage, her mannerisms were very subdued, as though she was aiming to take up as little room as she could. She took the drink delicately, making sure to get a firmer grip this time, just in case, as seemed to have a knack for being knocked into and spilling drinks after all, didn’t hurt to be careful.
“I just figured a bit of indulgence was in order, kind of my own little celebration you see.” The singer took a small sip of the merlot interrupting her words for a moment. As was usual she had no problem talking about herself to an almost complete stranger. “It seemed like a good a place as any.”
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