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[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

They told me, "Son, you're special."


For records, for anyone who happens to know Bioshock that might be curious, Jack is taken from just after [insert giant spoiler-y scene with Andrew Ryan right here], when he falls through the vent. He hasn't gotten fixed by Tenenbaum. He's still good ol' Jack.

Also fun for those who don't know the game, who might be playing at home, using the phrase 'would you kindly--' around Jack has an... interesting outcome.

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[nobaybreezes.livejournal.com]

Uh... are you okay? You seem a little out of it.

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

I did just fall down a vent. Something.

Very long story.

[nobaybreezes.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't you get a doctor?

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I've had much worse.

[nobaybreezes.livejournal.com]

If you say so... So, uh, who's "they"?

[avian-freak.livejournal.com]

Huh. They told me the same thing. Minus the 'son' part.

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

It was my 'rents doing the talking. Think the son was implied.

[avian-freak.livejournal.com]

That's probably the difference then.

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

Why? Who told you?

[avian-freak.livejournal.com]

Scientists.

[graftedscion.livejournal.com]

You do not believe you are special?

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

Not in the slightest.

[graftedscion.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

Hard to think much of that when you're... pretty much made in a damn petrii dish.

It's new to me too.

[graftedscion.livejournal.com]

You were made in a petrii dish?

Would you kindly explain that?

[subvertrapture.livejournal.com]

...

Well, well, well. Funny seeing you here, "boyo". Mother Goose fish you outta th' fryin' pan, hmm?

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

Funny seeing me here, you--you're not supposed to be here.

[subvertrapture.livejournal.com]

((Yay! *basks in the love* Tell me if I goof up or something, okay? and much love back. Jack is <3, seriously. :D))

Oh? Seems t' me, kid, I've got as much right t' be here as anyone. Course, I'm not the one with his genes scrambled here.

Now. *grins unpleasantly* Would you kindly explain how you got here? Last I recall, th' sentries were about t' send you off to see your dear departed old man.

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

Not yet. I'm sure it's a matter of time before you start in on it too. You just can't help yourself.

*automatically squares his jaw, like he's trying to stop himself, but, obviously, to no avail* Little sisters started leading me out, couldn't tell you why. Started to climb into a vent - fell through. Here I am.

[subvertrapture.livejournal.com]

*snorts* I don't go in f'r splicin'. Never did. 'Course, I had no problem handin' them out t' every dumb rube who wandered in th' doors. *affects the Irish brogue* They'd do anything. After all, Atlas had their interests in mind.

*laughs* Well, well. Ain't that interestin'. Still can yank that little string an' make you dance, hmm? Oh, don't worry, kid. I'll fix it. An' any of those little brats I see runnin' around.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

You don't think so?

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

*grunts, looks himself over* Not particularly.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

Well beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or so they say, you shouldn't think so low of yourself.

[atlaswaswrong.livejournal.com]

*laughs, more than a little self-deprecating* Lady, you don't know the first thing about me. Not that you'd want to. I'm Jack, though, thanks for the sentiment.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

Always time to learn. Who says I wouldn't want to? I see different people every day, you are surprisingly one of the more honest and kind ones. Well so far anyway. I'm Allison, and you're welcome.