All she ever wanted was to be a star, to be adored, and loved.
Life in Rapture royally sucked for dear Baby Jane, not only had she failed to make it on stage, but had been criticized and ignored by that flaming faggot, Sander Cohen, ruined her good looks through excessive splicing, and she failed to attract the attention of any of the esteemed men, particularly one Andrew Ryan.
Yes, life was hard, and like so many other denizens of Rapture, Baby Jane felt cheated out of the promised life. Her sorrowful lamentations could be heard echoing through the broken ride of Ryan's Amusement Park.
"Oh why? Why'd they all have to go and ruin everything? Been down here years and still nothing….." She whined, dragging her wrench along the ground just so she could hear something other than her own foot steps. "I was so pretty, and now no one looks…."
"Mr. Ryan…" She sniffed, "I loved you, and you coulda loved me too… Until they went and ruined it for me!" Yelling, Baby Jane took a whack at a crate. The impact sent the box into the control panel for one of the exhibits.
"Why, hello there. My name is Andrew Ryan, and I built the city of Rapture for children just like you…." The splicer didn't hear, or if she did, didn't process anything past that. "Mr Ryan!" Jane exclaimed with childish delight, hurrying over to the anamatronic model that spoke with Ryan's recorded voice.
Leaving the wrench, Baby Jane straddled the machiens lap, running her, disgusting and rough hands down his arms like she would a real lover. By now the scene had finished and the wax-and-wire doll fell silent.
"Whats the matter handsome?" She cooed, wriggling on its lap. "I bet your real lonely Mr. Ryan…" With that Jane strung her arms around 'Ryan's' neck and layed her lips on the doll's.
A shock was her response as the park expierienced one of the many frequent electrical issues that plagued Rapture's machienes. The power flash sent a minor flash of electricity through her deteiorating form, stimulating long unused nerves. She giggled loudly with an added snort. "Why Mr. Ryan, you're a naughty boy~"
Kissing him again, her makeout session continued for quiet some time.
Delta never came upon anything stranger.