Ladies and Gentlemen...Roland Russell!

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((Okay, so…apparently, “Amnesia: DD” seems to be relatively void of serious or active writers at the moment [though I could be wrong, hopefully I am], but characters and plots during the expansion, “Justine”, seem to be a least a little more active [though a lot of character blogs are in fact inactive]. Either way, in my quest for writing something other than BioShock just to balance my writing and help develop, I caved and made a blog for one of Justine Florbelle’s infamous “suitors”. Nothing beats a lovesick, self-mutilating Frenchman, no?

Like with BioShock, I’m not really down with multiverse or anything like that, but if you’ve got an OC who can fit into the era Amnesia takes place in (1830s-1870s), an OC in general, or just want to write for a character from this franchise, TOTALLY hit me up. I’d love any reason to do more writing that isn’t for BioShock. [Love the Shock to pieces, but I’d like something refreshing and to expand my horizons, y’know?]

Thanks for checking it out!

-V))

"Roland, correct? I believe i've seen your face around Rapture before..."

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"…Oh you have, have you?"

Steady on, Rowly…you’ve only just met and you don’t want to come off as a whiny, arrogant brat, he told himself as he acknowledged the lady’s voice. Instead, he offered her a kind smile.

"Well, thank you for noticing! You wouldn’t be down here unless you were either the best or the brightest, or well…both!

Roland Russell’s the name, what may I call you?” the entertainer said, tipping his hat and bowing slightly.

Rosalind gave a quick look over at the man before she gave a small nod. 

"I’ve never had a large taste for the Cinema, but to each their own i would suppose. "

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This let Roland down somewhat.

"Oh, well…I suppose that’s true. I was, however, without destination. We can let out little walk take us wherever fate determines.

But I’ll mind to stay away from the theatre if you wish, Ms. Lutece.”

He continued his questionnaire, walking beside her.

"So, where are you originally from, miss? I detect…is that an English accent?"

I am Andrew Ryan, and I’m here to ask you a ques­tion. Is a man not enti­tled to the sweat of his brow? ‘No!’ says the man in Wash­ing­ton, ‘It belongs to the poor.’ ‘No!’ says the man in the Vat­i­can, ‘It belongs to God.’ ‘No!’ says the man in Moscow, ‘It belongs to every­one.’ I rejected those answers; instead, I chose some­thing dif­fer­ent. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rap­ture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the sci­en­tist would not be bound by petty moral­ity, Where the great would not be con­strained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rap­ture can become your city as well.”
The small and thin child holds up a pair of Rabit ears, offering them to Roland, "Hey, Mr. Roland, take these! They'll make you look cute!" She giggled, putting on her own pair on her head.

Roland accepted them but couldn’t help feeling maligned by her comment.

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"What? Are you insinuating that I don’t already look cute?” he asked, putting them on his head.

Cyclamen, Hycanith, Sunflower, Zinnia

Roland looked down upon the bouquet. He was unsure of what to think in that instant. It seemed hardly believable, given their current situation, yet the flowers he’d chosen…parting, apology, memories…gratitude? The entertainer still couldn’t be too sure.

"Hmph. How appropriate, Rodriguez," he said, keeping his eyes from him and on the flowers. "…Gratitude? Come now. I thought the only feelings you had towards me now were irritation, fatigue, and whatever the technical term is for when you’ve got chewing gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe and you can’t quite get it off."

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She waved the record and nodded. “Yes, that’s me and they just gave me this.” She said as she turned back again and set the record on the player. She looked back at him and gave a small smile. “No need for an introduction, I already know who you are Mr.Russell.” She said, a little embarrassed. She began to put her hair up as she continued. “I am truly sorry though. I’m not normally this…well bitchy. I understand the struggle and I would hate to start on the wrong foot.”

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Normally, Russell would’ve retaliated with twice the force of his verbal aggressor, but he was neither in a mood to and the copious amounts of grass he’d indulged in before the rehearsal were stymieing any sort of retort other than stammering.

In the end, he let it go, wanting to get on with the rehearsal just as much as she did.

Things felt a little less tense and hostile when he noticed the smile on her face. A bit embarrassed himself, he cleared his throat, trying to offer her one as well.

"Well, thank you, miss. I mean, not to sound arrogant or anything, but I’m not surprised. My name’s been around the city for…" here he sighed just a bit listlessly, pulling his sleeves down just a bit more. "…One reason or another, I’m sure. And in the end, I suppose you have every right to be angry at me. I am almost two hours late.” Roland waited patiently in centre stage as she fixed herself up for the work ahead of them.

"So, Ms. Smill, what sort of dance experience do you have? I want to know the kind of talent I’ll be working with."

"Roland, correct? I believe i've seen your face around Rapture before..."

rapturous-mind:

rapturessweetheart:

"…Oh you have, have you?"

Steady on, Rowly…you’ve only just met and you don’t want to come off as a whiny, arrogant brat, he told himself as he acknowledged the lady’s voice. Instead, he offered her a kind smile.

"Well, thank you for noticing! You wouldn’t be down here unless you were either the best or the brightest, or well…both!

Roland Russell’s the name, what may I call you?” the entertainer said, tipping his hat and bowing slightly.

A small smile spread across her lips, and she took a small curtsy, bending at the waist. 

"Rosalind Lutece. I was brought to Rapture to study the atmosphere and perhaps improve on the technology itself that allows the city to sustain life underwater."

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Roland was immediately taken with her. She had a radiant smile, was obviously talented…not to mention he just happened to have a thing for redheads.

"Wow, you must be somethin’ special! I don’t know the first thing about math or science or anything like that. Put me on a stage or in front of a camera, sure, but outside of that…forget it."

Offering an arm, he continued to smile upon her. “Walk with me. Tell me more about yourself, Ms. Lutece!”

"Mr. Roland, what's your favorite butterfly? Mine's a monarch! They make me think of Royalty!"

"Hmm…" Roland looked thoughtful, scratching his chin lightly. Taking the pin from his lapel, he handed it to Arcadia.

"I think my favourites are swallowtails…and this blue one here. It’s called the ‘Adonis Blue’. Obviously because of it’s handsome colouring. And if I’m not mistaken…it’s the same one on the brooches Dr. Lamb gives out to people she likes.

…They remind me of my mama.”

"Roland, correct? I believe i've seen your face around Rapture before..."

"…Oh you have, have you?"

Steady on, Rowly…you’ve only just met and you don’t want to come off as a whiny, arrogant brat, he told himself as he acknowledged the lady’s voice. Instead, he offered her a kind smile.

"Well, thank you for noticing! You wouldn’t be down here unless you were either the best or the brightest, or well…both!

Roland Russell’s the name, what may I call you?” the entertainer said, tipping his hat and bowing slightly.

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