x.rapture.x 1x1with Ms.Acidd<3&Kassua

[thekraken]

Emmaline nodded, and slowly walked to the source of the ADAM. She pulled her doll and syringe along with her, dragging the needle along the ground with a scraping noise. Emmaline stopped at the door and looked upwards.
There was a sign. The LED's were flashing every few seconds, doing their very best to keep the words of the sign illuminated and lit up.
Hapy New Year 1959!
She walked through the door and into the grand room.
In the middle of the room there was a large stage, a dancing pole in the middle of it connected to the celing. Off to the left was a bar, typical bar snacks and unopened bottles of alcohol scattered on the ground.
Emmaline knealt down beside a corpse on the ground next to a table, and begun to gather.

On the stage there was a shadow. A shadow of a person, a woman. She was obviously s a Splicer based on the hooks attatched to her arms. She looked up, but seemed disinterested and then shifted her gaze elsewhere.

[Kisiel]

| S P L I C E R |
James sniffed the air, wrinkling up his nose in annoyance: there was another Splicer in the building, and he could feel his or her presence alarmingly close. Uncomfortable. Especially with a Little Sister and a human attatched to his jeans. A question formed in his mind when he watched as the ADAM filled up the syringe
Why wasn't this other member of his kind fighting for the liquid? Thy were surely addicted to it, just like James was, and he was unable to come up with a sensible explanation for this extraordinary behaviour. He kept his gaze firmly locked on the ADAM, ready to protect the precious drug if the other Splicer decided to claim it.

| H U M A N |
Chaya watched the small girl silently, a shiver of disgust running through her spine. Why were there so many dea bodies...? She had a bad feeling that of she'd ecounter anymore, she would vomit the contents, or lack of them, of her empty stomach. She felt slightly sorry for the Little Sister when she came to a realisation that she must have collected ADAM from hundreds of corpses.

[thekraken]

Ashlii sighed, noticing the other Splicer seemed on edge. What, he thought she was the kind to fight for ADAM? Not in these heels.
"...You can keep your ADAM, I don't want it." She stated simply, slowly rising to her feet and stepping from the shadows. Physically, sdhe wasn't that deformed at all, the most noticably thing the stitching keeping her skin in tact. She was still noticable as the persons he had once been.
Ashlii Maribelle had, before the civil war leading to Rapture's downfall, been very famous here. Infact, there weren't all that many people who hadn't heard of her, but she supposed that word spread fast around rapture about every little detail, so that was no shock to her. She shifted her gaze elsewhere in the room, glancing around the celing, the grand chandeleir int he middle of the room still hanging very much in tact. The hooks on her wrists glinted in the dim light.
She was a Spider Splicer, aptly named so because of their ability to use the hooks to crawl with ease across walls and celings.

Emmaline looked up at the sound of another Splicer, before turning her attention back tot he corpse as she slowly stood up once again. Done.
She sighed silently, holding it out towards the male Splicer, keeping her gaze away from him.

Ashlii su[posed this was an odd situation. A Splicer with a Little Sister and a human tied to his jeans. Not the most common sight ever, but hey, Rapture was a crazy place.

[Kisiel]

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| S P L I C E R |
Rather reluctantly, James shifted his gaze from the Adam towards the other Splicer. He narrowed his unnaturally red eyes, remembering that figure from somewhere. Oh yes, it was the woman he saw earlier on who had ripped a poster of one of the walls. A faint smirk creeped into the corners of his mouth as he recognised her, and thought that perhaps things could get more intersting with another creature around. He snatched the syringe from the Little Sister and held it a little above his head, examining the liquid inside. "Good girl," he muttered, giving her a rough pat on the head. His attention soon returned to the female Splicer, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, completly ignoring the human by his side. James was homeless and an outcast of the society, so he didn't know that this was the famous Ashlii Maribelle. Even if he knew who she was, he still wouldn't treat her differently.

| H U M A N |
Chaya couldn't take her eyes off the Little Sister, extracting the ADAM from the corpse. For some unknown reason she was shyly fascinated by her, and dared not to shift her gaze. The poor little creature seemed to dislike the red haired man rather strongly, and Chaya felt that it was one thing they had in common. Maybe together they would manage to escape from him...? She began wondering if the Gatherer would be willing to talk to a mere human, but considering that they were both attatched to the Splicer's jeans, the chances of getting a moment in private were close to impossible. However, Chaya didn't abandon her idea easily: she had to try.

[thekraken]

Ashlii didn't remove her gaze from around the room. She seemed to be lookign everywhere but at the odd trio; it seemed like a sign of disrespect, but honestly shye didn't see it that way, she just didn't wish to look at them was all. "Nothing much." She stated. "I spent most of my time in Rapture in this very room, you know." She mused, motioning dramatically around her, a smirk seeming to be constantly on her lips through the stitches that held her together. And finally, she looked at the three. "you're a rather odd trio, aren't you?" She mused. "I suppose nothing's too far-fetched down here." She shrugged, her figure now completely visible due to her body being out of the shadows, her red dress outlining her shape nicely. "I must say, you've at least got some common sense. Keeping a Little Sister around? Heh, genious, most would just harvest her and be done with it." She shrugged, her hair seeming to falla cross her face, keeping her eyes hidden though she could still see.

Emmaline closed her eyes tightly as he raised his hand, probably expecting him to hit her or something, though he didn't. Instead, he patted her on the head, though roughly it was better than what she had expected. She didn't make a sound, though she was secretly relieved. She seemed to keep as much distance from the Splicer as was possible, but who could really blame her?

[Kisiel]

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| S P L I C E R |
James let out a low chuckle at the sight of the woman's theatrical gestures. "To be honest with you, I was bored. These two are my temporary companions, but I'll soon get rid of them. That thing is a good source of ADAM, and the girl could be..." he paused, searching for a word that wouldn't creep out the other Splicer. After all, his intentions regarding the human were far from pleasurable. For her anyway. "Quite a lot of fun," he finished with a mischevous smirk and shot his victim a quick glance. He took the cable in his spare hand and yanked it towards himself, pulling the girl closer. She whimpered quietly, but that was the only sound she made. James ran his fingers along her bare arm, gently at first and then rougher, causing her skin to break the further he went. "See? She'll let me do anything I want to," he purred, finally letting her go. He was far more interested in his own species. "So, what's your name?" he asked the woman, feeling that it was her turn to talk. 

| H U M A N |
Chaya's body began trembling under the red haired man's touch, and when his sharp fingernails cut through her skin, she flinched, trying to get away from him. She could feel a thin trail of blood trickling down her arm, but she didn't dare to wipe it off. She looked down at the Little Sister pleadingly, silently begging her for help. With two splicers in the building, she could have been in great danger. 
  

[thekraken]

"Ashlii Maribelle." She said simply. "You didn't get out much, did you? Before the war, I mean. After all, there weren't many people down here that hadn't heard of me." She stated. Then, she looked up at the sight of a looming shadow in the door way. "...You know, doll..." She started to the Splicer who was not involved int he conversation as she pulled one of her gloves off, revealing the holes in her arm. "It's very rude to listen in on people's conversations." She finishedm throwing her arm out. With that command, wasps flew from the holes, and straight towards the Splicer in the doorway, chasing him off before returning to her arm as she pulled the black silken glove back on. "I swear, they have no manners what so ever..." She murmered, shakign her head in dissaproval before looking back tot he red-headed male before her. "Speaking of manners, where are mine? What's your name, doll?" She mused. Doll. That was simply her way of adressing people, it was a habit; she couldn't stop herself from saying it even if she wanted to.

Emmaline noticed the human looking at her. The small child only frowned, and averted her gaze. She was only six, what did the human expect her to do? She could always stab the guy with the syringe, but he still had ahold of it. And besides, it wouldn't work terribly well, anyway.

[Kisiel]

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| S P L I C E R |
James watched the little show-off silently, wondering how many more plasmids this Splicer had and waited for the insects to dissapear again before opening his mouth. "I'm James," he introduced himself shortly, not bothering to dig through his memories to figure out his second name. It wasn't exactly necessary at tht moment.   "This is Chaya," he pushed the human forward for the woman to see who he was talking about. The fact that he remembered her name was rather impressive. "And the Gatherer's and 'it', because I don't really care what it's called," he added with a half-polite grin. He waited for a prolonged moment, and then continued. "Ashlii Maribelle, you say?" he chuckled quietly, wondering how she would react to the words that were to come up next.  If his lack of knowledge would affect her, that is. "Never heard about you..."
 
  

[Kisiel]

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