Alyssa Violetta
Holy crap! Either that's my coconspirator on the screen or some other latin man is filling Cohen's chest with arrows. I wish there were some useable tapes left here, this is great television!
"Princess, can I have another creamy cake? Pretty, pretty pleeeease?"
"Sure, go for it sis." Creepy kid, she's taken a shine to me.
Tenenbaum's been sending her back and forth to me with various messages on and off for days now. She always sends the same sister. The girl has even been coming here on her own which is kind of gives me the heebie-jeebies. But she is the first "person" I've had to talk to since I've been locked in here, and even though I don't think she hardly understands me through all that ADAM swimming around in her brain, it is nice to hear a voice besides my own.
Oh snap he hit a metal daddy. Well, now we've got ourselves a three-way battle. Come on guy who's name Brigid never bothered to tell me! Beat that fruit loop and the Frankenstein so I can get the hell out of this deep-sea dump! Now there's a sentence I never saw myself saying.
"Look princess, it's daddy! He's dancing! He's dancing!" Daisy, yah I named her Daisy, is watching the screen with me. I see an epic battle between super beings and she sees a ballroom dance. I guess I should make her leave before the "dance" is over. I don't think she'll like seeing her dad get dipped.
Marco Mendez
"Why Mr. Mendez, long time no see."
"Hello Cohen, you're just in time to see to see me make a contribution to your little art project here. I'm thinking red, maybe some orange, and a whole lot of heat."
"Humm…" He crossed his arms, tearing a few more holes in his ragged tux, and looked his work up and down. Then he turned to me with those yellow eyes. "No, no I don't think that'll do at all. Orange is so gouache, but if you really want to help," Ice exploded around his hands, "I could always use another plaster support."
"I'm going to enjoy this. See you in hell Sander!"
Alyssa Violetta
Past:
"Ten minutes till we roll Ms. Violetta."
"….."
"Ms. Violetta? Did you hear me?"
"What? Oh, yes. Sorry Barb, I'm miles away. It's my niece's birthday today."
"How nice! What did you get her?"
"Nothing. She's still up there," I point up at the rafters, "on the surface with my brother. They weren't invited to Rapture." Oh Lizzy, I can't believe I missed your tenth, such a big year and I'm not there.
"Five minutes now, did you put in a request for an invitation with Mr. Ryan?"
"Yah, but with all this buzz with Fontaine and all….I don't think they're going to get to it any time soon."
Barb didn't even hear me. Even if she did I don't think she would care. Why did my usual director have to be taken by Ryan's goons? But the show must go on. Even when my million buck smile doesn't match my ten cent mood. When I came here I didn't realize how much I'd miss them. George, I hope we meet again someday little brother. But first I've got to hear Ryan's songbird (whatever happened to Culpepper?) peddle his latest musical calamity. Even since the fort closed the man's really lost his touch.
Present:
Don't know why I suddenly thought of the first time I met Cohen. He didn't even acknowledge my questions. He just blabbed on and on about the duty of the artist and smelled like rot and ADAM. He was a real ass. But it's all gravy now, my cohort's almost got him beat.
Wonder how he gets the lights to follow him? The fort is his playground. Well, (good shot mate!) was his playground.
"Princess! Princess! There's an angel on the telly!" Oh Daisy.
"Sure there is kid. Say, why don't you go get this Princess some chips from Mr. Clown in the other room?" She's not going to want to see what's next.
"But I want to see the dance…" oh she pouting, too cute (yet still creepy).
"Don't worry, you won't miss a thing." Except your 'daddy' being shot in the head repeatedly with a cross bow. "And if you hurry I'll let you get some creamy cakes for yourself!"
"Yah! I love sweets." Skips off in to the studio. I hope he makes it quick, I don't want to see Daisy cry.