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[wouldnotkindly]

If anyone see's an irish man who calls himself Atlas
Or a man named Frank fontaine
Let me know ASAP
Please

[Jack has seen this enough times before to know there's a chance of his appearance here, however slim it may be. In the meantime, though, he's going to go about his daily business.]

( OOC: absolutely open to all fourth-wall harassment, action or network replies or whatever, and feel free to run into him wherever! )

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[wouldnotkindly]

[By this point, the amount of people who seem to know him but aren't actually him is both worrying and aggravating. And just a little upsetting.]

Im going to kill him

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[carvingnickels]

[At that, Sinclair just chuckles.]

I hate to be the one to break it to you, but ol' Frank's been in a watery grave eight years now.

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[wouldnotkindly]

Thats what you think

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[carvingnickels]

Believe me, kid, if Fontaine was still around, he wouldn't have left the city to Sofia Lamb. No, Tenenbaum's gals finished him off for good.

whoops these are all text

[wouldnotkindly]

[Wait— What?]

What are you talking about
Who is Sofia Lamb ?

o/ all video for augustus

[carvingnickels]

These days, she just about runs Rapture.

[wouldnotkindly]

What do you mean these days

[carvingnickels]

Tell you what, sport, how's about you tell me just who you are and what your interest is in a fellow like Frank Fontaine, and I'll tell you what you want to know. Seem like a fair deal?

[wouldnotkindly]

I dont see why who i am should matter to you

[carvingnickels]

Just chalk it up to my inquisitive nature.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Hmmmph.]

My name is jack

[carvingnickels]

[Sinclair's smile widens from something passing polite to showing a genuine interest and humour.]

The prodigal son.

[Another chuckle.]

Well Jack, the name's Augustus Sinclair. Esquire.

[wouldnotkindly]

[That makes him bristle, enough so that he forgets for the moment exactly why he even bothered telling the guy his name.]

How do you know about me ?

[carvingnickels]

There ain't a soul in Rapture that doesn't know who you are, sport. Why, you're a living legend. You even wormed your way into the story of Lamb's happy family. [Said with quite the cynical tone.] The man who smote down Andrew Ryan.

[wouldnotkindly]

[How do people know about that? Why do people know about that? Who could possibly be left in Rapture...]

Who is Lamb

[carvingnickels]

Nowadays, she just about runs Rapture. Everything ol' Andy stood for, she stands for the opposite. Real altruistic type.