@gh0st_mov //I’m pretty much always around, although not always able to respond straight away, sometimes I miss responses for a few days but I always come back to check eventually.
@CursedByRapture “Me stature, ey? Ye seem ta be confusin’ me with the Queen, mate. I’m just a lad who’s concerned with the state af things, nothin’ more. I dare say that regardless of how long ye’ve been wandering about ye probably noticed somethin’s not quite right in Rapture, aye?
@CursedByRapture A man of his stature? Is this guy having a laugh? He pointed glanced down at his definitely quite dirty jeans and a shirt that probably used to be white. With his eyebrows slightly raised, he regarded the stranger for a moment. Is he being taken for a fool? >
@CursedByRapture Difficult ta get under ol’ Andy’s skin. What I wanna know is why ye’re interested.”
It’s not even a question, simply a statement of a fact. Frankly, he doesn’t even expect an answer. But hey, it was Caldwell’s choice to open with taunting.
@CursedByRapture Topic ta discuss. And as fer why I piss Ryan off, I thought that would be pretty much common knowledge by now. But surely ye haven’t gotten yer arse kicked just ta ask me that? Ye could ask anyone down the pub, they all have a theory and they’re probably all true. It ain’t >
@CursedByRapture The questions just like that, can he? This guy’s either stupid or cunning. Atlas would put his money on the latter.
“Well, Mr Caldwell. While it’s nice ta see a new face down ‘ere, it’s clear ye haven’t been ‘here long. Me residence term in the fishtank is hardly a fascinating>
@CursedByRapture It might be best to keep things civil for the time being. He grinned and accepted the hand, giving it his best squeeze.
“Aye, I’m Atlas. That ain’t a secret though.”
He’s staring the man in front of him up and down now. He can’t honestly expect Atlas to answer all >
@CursedByRapture Taunting? Really? Atlas could have laughed. Does this guy think he’s talking to a complete git? He settled for listening with a polite smile and an expression of only mild interest. The offered hand caught him off guard a little, he didn’t expect that. But where’s the harm,>
@CursedByRapture Coming in. He had the air of a man who hasn’t been chewed up and spat out by Rapture just yet. An outsider, clearly. His interest spiked.
‘I hear ye’ve been asking fer me.’
He kept his tone polite and friendly. Opening with hostility might be counterproductive here.
@CursedByRapture Call ye.’
The man gave offered no answer, simply nodded. Atlas took a deep breath and put a friendly smile on his face before entering.
The man in front of him was unfamiliar. Not only he hasn’t seen him around, which was a major giveaway in a place with no new people >
@CursedByRapture His captive was waiting. He made sure he hasn’t omitted anything. After all, the stranger wanted Atlas and that’s what he would get. White shirt, suspenders, the whole package. A quick glance at the man standing right of the door, rifle in hands.
‘Stay. Don’t enter unless I >
@CursedByRapture They got him. He didn’t bother responding to the knock, he wasn’t expected to. It was merely a signal that they got his guy. He got up, paused only to finish the little whiskey that was left in his glass and walked out.
He only stopped outside the metal door behind which >
@CursedByRapture Still focused on Fontaine and his presumed death. Yet this stranger seemed to have shifted his interest seamlessly from Fontaine to Atlas and he couldn’t have that. Well, he would find out what’s going on soon.
A knock on the door. The familiar cold excitement rushed them him.>
@CursedByRapture Person is was hard to guess but the more he heard, the more convinced he was that he will have to find out as it was becoming apparent that the stranger was quite curious about him personally. He thought he would get a bit of time in piece as Atlas while all the nosey ones>
@CursedByRapture Was the respectable gentleman sipping champagne with his pinkie up, reading newspaper and showing no care in the world. Always listening. Always watching. The rumours were always the same. There’s someone sniffing about, asking questions he wasn’t comfortable with. Who the >
@CursedByRapture A way of passing unnoticed. Hidden in plain sight, simply by blending in with whatever crowd he found himself in like a chameleon. Not much to it, really. Well chosen clothing and body language gets you places. In the pub, he was the rough type, one of the lads. In Kashmir, he>
@CursedByRapture Rhe whispers and rumors have been going on for way too long. Sometimes he could hear the simple folk down in the pub rumbling about it excitedly, sometimes it was the more fortunate whispering in hushed voices, as if worried the wrong ear might be listening. And it was. He had >