29 July 2009 @ 08:28 pm
 
Who thought trees would be at the bottom of the ocean? Arcadia. Strange place for recreation, remembers I. There was a young girl, Masha I think, she screamed and pawed at her mother. Why? She saw trees for the first time! Masha...she made a good little one. Harvested much Adam. Her parents, I hear, committed suicide after hearing what became of her.

Fontaine couldn't wait for orphans anymore and started abducting girls from their homes.

So, what do you think of trees on bottom of ocean? Ridiculous, no?

[Locked to Azula]

Your foolishness is finished, yes?
 
 
Current Mood: calm
 
 
16 July 2009 @ 11:02 pm
[accidental voice post]  
[There are noises like that of an old fashioned tape recorder. A voice talks, Tenenbaum's, but it's grainy and some of the words aren't understandable. Like if it was coming from a tape recorder.]

One of the children came and sat in my lap. I push her off, I shout, 'Get away from me!' I can see the Adam oozing out of the corner of her mouth, thick and green. Her filthy hair hanging in her face, dirty clothes, and that dead glow in her eye... I feel... hatred, like I never felt before, in my chest. Bitter, burning, fury. I can barely breathe*. [There is noise of the recorder being fast forward. The tape continues.] What makes something like me? I look at genes all day long, and never do I see the blueprint of sin. I could blame the Germans, but in truth, I did not find tormentors in the Prison Camp, but kindred spirits. These children I brutalized have awoken something inside that for most is beautiful and natural...**

[The tape is paused and Tenenbaum speaks, but its clear that it's not the tape recorder anymore.] Why do I keep these? Inane, useless--

[The sound of a tape being ejected.]

No...if the little ones are ever rescued, they need to know the whole truth behind their 'savior'. Yes...I must give them that chance. It's the only thing I can do.

[The feed cuts off.]

((Canon audio diaries. * and **))
 
 
Current Mood: indescribable
 
 
15 July 2009 @ 10:53 am
♔ 094  
SHE did it, for anyone who's curious about the truth over scapegoating.

If you don't know what I'm talking about then it doesn't involve you, and you shouldn't bother asking.
 
 
Current Mood: determined
 
 
09 July 2009 @ 02:51 pm
[video] [Forward-dated to later in the evening.]  
The Video kicks in with a crackle and a close up of Mireille's face. There is a pretty nasty cut on her left cheek, and dirt smudged across her forehead. Her left eye is going black and blue. She steps back with an angry sigh and tosses a handgun onto her pool table in front of the computer with a hollow sort of thud that indicates an empty clip.

"So, Azula decided to come and play with me." She mutters as she moves to drop down into her chair. She's cradling her left arm against her stomach, and it's pretty badly burned from the looks of it, from the back of her hand up past her elbow. "She burned down half a god damn city park."

"I didn't kill her, though let me tell you it was tempting." She reaches up and touches tenderly at her left eye with her good hand. "If anyone is going after her, I shot her in the shoulder. She'll be...slower, easier to catch. In theory."

"But, uh..." She lifts her left arm and reveals just how bad the burns are, and then presses it back into her stomach. For a moment she is silent, as if she's staring at nothing, and then she shakes her head faintly to clear it. "I kind of...need some help. And soon, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'm going into shock."
 
 
Current Location: Paris, France
Current Mood: infuriated
 
 
09 July 2009 @ 02:40 pm
♨ 007  
I would like to extend my sincerest apologies for anyone my daughter has hurt, as well as their family and friends.

This apology really should be coming from the woman who somehow made her do all this, but I suspect that that isn't going to happen.
 
 
Current Mood: worried
 
 
09 July 2009 @ 01:37 pm
yes, this is all she's going to say on the subject.  
Fine. I did not know princess would go splicer on me.

Apologies.
 
 
08 July 2009 @ 04:55 pm
♔ 090  
I'm going to kill you all.

Who wants to go first?

OOC: Rrrreference! She probably won't respond to anyone who tries to start an actual discussion with her because lol, too busy trying to kill everybody. Anyone who signed up their characters to be attacked, you can say that that happened any time from now!
 
 
Current Mood: aggravated
 
 
07 July 2009 @ 09:05 pm
{ACCIDENTAL VOICE POST}  
[Almost nothing but the occasional flipping of pages is heard. THen ther's knocking on a door. Silence. Then more knocking. Azula speaks out finally.] Who--

[Footsteps, a door opening.] Why are you here. [That wasn't a question. Tenenbaum answers.] Came to see-

{Azula slams the door. But it opens again. Footsteps come into the room.] Please, let me speak.

[Azula snarls, quite angrily.] I don't care. Leave.

[Tenenbaum sighs.] Too stubborn.

Then I'll make you. [Tenenbaum mumbles something and then there's a sudden crash.] Let go of me--

Nurse, be careful she seems to have--

[There's a brief scream of an older woman. The recorder or whatever it is falls to the floor.] You bunch of freaks, what are you doing?!

Hold out her arm! Good, steady.

[There's more struggling. Azula finally breaks free and there's a bad sizzling sound. Tenenbaum curses, first in English and then in German.]

Goddamit. Too strong--watch out!

[The recording cuts out suddenly.]

((All replies will be future-dated. Done with Iddy's permission. Both Tenenbaum and Azula will reply. Azula got a shot of Adam to make her less sociopathetic. Didn't work out.))
 
 
06 July 2009 @ 09:56 pm
 
I thought I could tell story. Good one, I think.

There was a man named Ryan. He thought he could make world better so he made city away from everyone else, under the ocean. Brought many great minds to live in his city. Artists, singers, journalists, doctors, scientists. He told them: do what you want.

So they did.

For years nothing but goodness came out of that place. A forest under the surface of water, fine music and wine. Paradise. Then there was a doctor who saw two fishermen playing catch. One of them had been cripple, hands damaged beyond repair. He had found sea slug, this slug had bitten him and he could use his hands again.

Doctor took slug and studied it. Discovered a miracle drug. Black could be reborn as white. Short reborn as tall. Weak as strong. Stupid as smart. Doctor needed money so got some for research. Yet, sponsor wanted to give it to the public.

So he did.

The side effects of drug soon came into light. The miracle effects would soon make the flesh into monstrous looking decaying state and. The mind, it would crumble. If user was the gentlest person, he would soon kill his mother or baby in it's crib. The drug would turn the user into sociopath.

Soon the entire city became ghost town, save for addicts and their prey. A whole city of genius turned into morgue.

I discovered drug, I confess. Which is why I need help. There are little girls stuck here. Worldhopper? Anyone, need help getting them out.
 
 
04 July 2009 @ 07:45 pm
[accidental video post-ah, another day in Rapture]  
[The video cuts in quickly and unexpected. Noise surrounds the camera and the video focuses in on a large man in a diving suit, he carries a rivet gun and using it. A little girl is in the corner, waiting for protection. She seems sick, a pale green. A woman is yelling off screen, as well as firing shots from a tommy gun at the large man. Largely what she says is jumbled phrases such as "They stole her, they stole her!" and "I need Adam, give it to me!". Odd phrases that seem to be repeated by a mad woman.

Cut for violence )

[The video feed cuts off.]

((For those familiar with BioShock, this was indeed the tail end of a splicer and Big Daddy fight. Why? I was bored. For those not, the little girl is one of the corpse mutilating little girls Tenenbaum created, the man was a 'Big Daddy' bodyguard of the girl, and the tommy gun woman was a splicer, the common enemy of the game.))
 
 
Current Mood: frustrated
 
 
29 June 2009 @ 06:56 pm
[video]  
[The video flickers and there's Tenenbaum in a somewhat worse for wear jumpsuit, leaning on a wall. The lighting is somewhat dark and there seems to be shapes of bunk beds around the room.]

Sorry for speaking again so soon. The little ones wanted me to ask a question.

[Several little girls, barefoot and in torn smocks, come forward and peak at the camera. One of them waves and another giggles. The third tugs on Tenenbaum's leg, she leans down and the girl speaks in her ear. Tenenbaum looks at her harshly, but the girl only beams up with the innocence of youth.] No. They breathe. I can tell.

[The little girl frowned slightly and several more come into the camera's view.]

Okay. I ask. I tell you it foolish but what do I know, yes?

[The girls all laugh, though it seems there are many more not seen by the camera. Tenenbaum doesn't blush but shrugs it off. The girl who pulled on her leg does so again.] What is it now, little one? [The girl scrambles up on her lap, much to her chagrin.] Fine, fine. You others. I will give lesson on fish after this, go to the viewing window.

[The girls all laugh and all but the one on Tenenbaum's lap run off camera.]

Now, they make me ask stupid question. How many of you are-[She pauses, a normal person might think it's just because of the nature of the request but those more sensitive to the thoughts o others might find that wasn't the case.]- angels?

((All replies will be video.))
 
 
Current Mood: apathetic
 
 
28 June 2009 @ 03:30 pm
[VOICE]  
[There is some tapping and tinkering in the background before Tenenbaum speaks in her very thick German accent]

What year is this? It has been so long--

[She breaks herself off]

Are you from the surface? The little ones, will you--No. Forget that.

I am Doctor Tenenbaum, and yes, I am German. The war is over, I hope that the idiotic hostility died with it.