Bioshock RP 

I\'m Andrew Ryan, and I\'m here to ask you a question; Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow...?

I rejected those answers; Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...

It is the year 1960, and you are in the city beneath the ocean, known as; Rapture. It is a place where your wildest imagination can be made a reality, but the same goes for your worst nightmares. You are one of the few who were invited to enter Rapture. An invitation was sent to you, requesting you to leave the world of limitation and join the Billionaire Andrew Ryan in living within an impossible world, a world leagues beneath the sea. But the dream died out when your submersible pod was directed to dock in a Service Area far from the comfort of the city. Within this Service Area, six pods can be found, holding five passengers each, including their luggage. The Service Area known as Dock 32 would become to many an early grave, for no-one was allowed to leave. Three days had passed for the Group that landed at Dock 32, and with food running low, the people had began to fight amongst themselves to survive, with the Strong preying on the Weak...

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I'm Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question; Is a man not entitled to the sweat of h" />

~Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Agent, D.C\'s White Collar Division

~Shady; Dark Brown Medium-Length Straight Hair, Pale Blue Eyes, Clean Cut Shaved Beard

~Black Fedora Hat, Dark Trenchcoat, White Formal Top, Unbuttoned Formal Silver Vest, Black Slacks, Dark Dress Shoes

~Investigated Ryan\'s dirty dealings, and was bribed not to tell what he found. Therefore Ryan gave the accomplished Agent a pass to join him in his new world as a Chief of Investigations within the shining city of Rapture.

Attire: A slender black cocktail dress often worn during her performances with black heels that complimented her curves to visually enchant those unimpressed with her singing.

Starting Weapon: Small knife with a black sheathe.

Backstory: A singer from Japan was discovered by Ryan on one of his final days above the water while she was traveling the U.S. trying to find a safe place to live. She was told he had found somewhere special that her beauty and talent would make her a star. So she left the surface world though nothing was there for her it was all she knew, but the longer she stayed here the more confused she became. Though she was beautiful and spoke english her accents and foreign features alienated her from the other occupants of rapture. The fact that she had seen little to no food or drinkable water in the last 2 days while she was still working concerned her even more, but having been poor before this she was no beginner when it came to the hunger game.

"It\'s not opening!" A businessman shouts in anger, kicking a wrench into the wall. "Just a little more." A boy groans, trying to pry open the sealed hatch with a crowbar. Aaron simply starred off into the blue, standing on the docking platform, smoking one of his signature cigarettes. "Ryan\'s in control of this entire facility, we\'re not getting out..."

*As she continued to work singing by day and cleaning the club by night she began to feel weak and fell to her knees.*

Boss: Back to work ching chong chang!

*She even faced racism here beneath the sea even though she was asked to travel miles below the surface.*

*She\'d say defeated as she scrubbed harder and stared through the window at the panicking civilians.*

Mr.Ryan..he will come soon..and take me away...like he promised...

*Though no matter how much they struck the door separating their block the passage refused to open. Eventually they gave up for the day and returned to their own homes. Kikyo managed to finish cleaning in time to earn her below average pay. Living in the U.S. for multiple years she knew that she was supposed to be payed much more, but being under the sea she had to accept what she could get.*

The man then tosses his spent smoke into the water and heads over to the Night Club. "Don\'t suppose you\'ve got any whiskey stored away somewhere?" Aaron asks the owner, leaning against the bar, his eye falling towards the oriental who was cleaning.

Boss:..Nah friend..no shipments and no food people flocked to booze and I ran out. Only got watered down beer now.

*As he stared he saw the young girl\'s beauty, but also her determination as she cleaned the floors with a stern face.*

*She\'d turn slowly to the owner and slowly looked down*

*She\'d then pick up the towel and walked in her heels to obtain a beer for their guest.*

Boss: So Mr.Thatcher it\'s true you were in the FBI right?

"Mhmm..." The man murmurs, looking at his watch. "But it doesn\'t matter who I\'m with no does it?" He grins, turning over to speak with the boss of the club.

*He\'d lean in for the next part making sure no one could hear*

I heard an FBI agent was sent here to cover something up...Is that true?

*He\'d grin next to the man\'s face from the possibility of learning something secret about this under water prison.*

"And what might need to be covered up?" The Agent asks, his grin turning into a smirk as he lit a smoke and puffed on it.

*He then laughed and stood up as Kikyo walked back in the room. As she walked by he slapped her on her bottom and made a sarcastic remark.*

Kikyo: Ka anata ga watashi ni fureru aete shinai! And it\'s Kikyo!

*She then tossed the beer on the floor shattering the glass and walking out of the clu as the boss screamed at her to get lost.*

Boss: Jeez. Hard to find good help now a days.

"... Suppose so, seems like a waste." He murmurs the last portion then nods towards the Owner. "I\'ll see you around." The man concludes and starts after the young woman. "... My apologies for your boss\'s actions, but it just isn\'t something you can help."

Kikyo:..Why? I work hard! I am beautiful! I am elegant and respectful!

*She\'d begin to tear up while facing the man.*

I Don\'t understand...why they treat me this way?

*She\'d pause her hand in the air by her waist as if letting them hang would make her feel even lower. She\'d then clench her fist and continued to walk down the dark street.*

"Eh, miss... Ryan\'s... Ryan is a snake. You best remember that." The man says, watching as she heads off down the alleyway. Aaron then sighs, setting his smoke back in his mouth. "He sure made me a fool..." The man then walks over to the railing and leans over it, starring once more at the many fish swimming by.

*She\'d stop after hearing the mans sincere words. She then slowly walked towards him.*

*She\'d walk to the railing while wiping the tears away from her eyes as she stared at the charismatic man smoking near the the barrier that houses the people.*

"Well I thought it was worth it to come here, only now I can\'t get back." He shakes his head, pulling out a pack of smokes from his trenchcoat. "Smoke?"

*She\'d light up the cigarette and smoked while sighing and staring at thee fish hover above her.*

I used to be something...I used to have fans and my name was known...there were gifts and marriage proposals as far as they eye could see. Then I came to america...and look at me now? A waitress in a tacky night club.

*The anger in her voice could be heard as she finished speaking and took another puff and released smoke.*

"Not such a free land anymore, huh?" He nods, listening to the woman. "... The names Aaron, Aaron Thatcher."

*She\'d smile at him while trying not to blow smoke in his direction. As they spoke they began to hear clunky movements with a soft yet strangely demonic voice.*

Kikyo:..*She was now whispering as she blew smoke towards the dome.*

"Nice to..." He pauses, listening to the voice of a young girl, and the heavy thudding of something behind the hatchway. "... I have no idea, but maybe should just step back a few paces." Aaron tells the woman, motioning for her to follow slowly. His hand began to slowly reach into his trenchcoat, feeling the handgun inside.

*As they waited within seconds they saw a small girl and a large creature walking side by side going down the street leaving wet footprints behind them.*

*She\'d continue to whisper out of fear for the large monster following the child.*

???: Jeez Mr.Bubbles..There\'s no angels here anywhere?

"Oh fuck!" Someone screams, firing a pistol into the thick armor of the giant metal creature. "... Run." Aaron says, drawing his handgun, aiming it towards the mechanical beast. He then curses at the site of the child near it. "Shoot it!" A man calls out to the Agent, just before it stepped on the man\'s leg. "Kikyo, c\'mon, that\'s the way out!" He points towards the walkway the fiend had used to get here, it\'s floor now flowing with a steady stream of ocean water.

*As the duo ran down the the now barely visible path they stumbled into a large entrance and on the other end of the room was a pod similar to the one that brought the group of starry eyed citizens on their trip down. On the other end was the entrance to the main city which was still foreign to the segregated populace.*

*As they thought of which path to go through the heard a loud drill coming from the blocked off area and the a blood curdling shriek from the man that fired the gun. All the while the little girl\'s singinng echoed throughout the tunnel. *

???: Mr. Bubbles, Mr. Bubbles, are you there? Are you there? Come and give me lollies, come and bring me toffees. Teddy bears... teddy bears. (to the tune of "Frere Jacques" )

"Most of the pods are a one-way trip, we\'ll go through the entrance." Aaron concludes, although honestly had no idea which was the better option. He had to show to the woman he was at least responsible enough to make quick decisions. "Shit, I left the rest of my ammo in my briefcase... I\'ve only got three mags on me." The Agent mutters, feeling both ammo pouches inside his shoulder holster.

Do...do you think we\'ll need to use these?..Do you think there are more of those things?

*She\'d say almost on the verge of tears while they walked closer to the large metallic door. Once they walked inside they saw a small radio left on the slightly damp steel tunnel floor.*

Kikyo:..Should we take it?..though it\'s probably broken from all of the water.

*As she knelt down to obtain it the door on the other end of the tunnel opened. Revealing a staircase. Once they moved closer they saw a small waiting area with a sign saying "Welcome To Rapture".*

"Hopefully it won\'t come to that." He tells her as she inspected her knife.

She then knelt down and retrieved the radio, the door in front of them opening as she stood up. "Stay close, first sign of trouble you hunker down and let me take care of it, got it?"

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