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[Thread] Fractured

Feb 04, 2009 22:24

Characters: Atlas/Frank Fontaine (AU), Gaz Membrane (OU)
Where: somewhere out of sight/any usual place to be (behind the buildings?)
When: way backdated; sometime after this post, later that night
Summary: Gaz finds Fontaine. Confrontation. (of a different sort.) Time to say "nighty nighty" Frankie...
Warnings: Probably, something... violent? Curse ( Read more... )

[bioshock] atlas/frank fontaine, [invader zim] gaz membrane

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gaz4prez February 7 2009, 18:27:34 UTC

Gaz waited in the cemetery, not ceasing to be her favorite spot just because she was attacked by the Keepers there. A minor setback, small. She could care less about that for now. Keiji had been administering to her pain, and she loved him all the more for it, but there were still things that she had to do. That man Fontaine and Atlas were still about and she had a score to settle ( ... )

would_u_kindly February 8 2009, 20:34:54 UTC

Fontaine stopped pacing abruptly and looked up in surprise. The expression didn't last long as it turned into a sneering frown indicating more annoyance or scorn than anything else. If there was one thing radiating from the man on the ground right now it was pure and utter hatred.

Atlas wasn't to be found. This much emotion... it pushed the secondary personality aside.

"Well, well, well. The little Splicer-wannabe is back for more," he said arrogantly, hiding anything else within his voice that might leak out unwanted with pure efficiency. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

gaz4prez February 9 2009, 00:09:15 UTC

Gaz wasn;t going to be deterred, or even annoyed by Fontaine's attitude: quite the opposite. Gaz understood her problem the last time she faced him, besides having to content with Selphie: she was too baited by talk. Gaz should have really known better than that: she was less of a talker, and more of a doer anyway ( ... )

would_u_kindly February 10 2009, 03:13:29 UTC

At first there was nothing but a deep, black darkness that enveloped all the senses. Then a slow redness began to flood in like seeping blood. Images began to flash in front of her "floating" psyche as she moved deeper within his consciousness. They were scenes from Rapture mostly, unfamiliar and confusing scenes for anyone not native to the underwater city, and a few from the Bronx of his time as a tough teenager trying to rise in the ranks of the gangs there. The general consensus of the memories were bloody battles, screams and death throes, and the elated feeling of victory. It was all brief and quick, distorting to the watcher as they made little to no sense, and none of it was in order. A hazy image of water through a thick window, the sound of a large man dressed in metal stomping around, the end of a gun battle in an alleyway of the Bronx, a strike of lightning from a person's hand, a floating wine bottle moving towards a lounging man, a stream of blood flowing into a gutter, the smell of an expensive cigar being smoked, men ( ... )

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