WIP - Unnamed Little One

I got Possessed while listening to the Bioshock Soundtrack.
A couple of things still need touching up.
But I will finish soon.
: D
My god, Little sisters are a ton of fun.
Done in the better half of a day.
God, I hate how the hair looks.
It just looks awful to me.
But it's bearable.


Bioooo.

Born in France,AMALINE was always a sickly child. Her parents could always afford the best for her, and she never had to feel the suffering of other children with her condition. She had cancer, and, after extensive treatments, which deprived her of hair, it was pronounced terminal. Upon hearing of radical new happenings in the ocean, through her family's wonderful connections, they pursued Rapture. Upon arrival, they were able to find a meager one-room apartment, most of their money having been spent in both maintaining AMALINE's Health, and finding a way to go to rapture. With no money left to them, their parents turned her over to a Little Sister Orphanage, With assurance that she would survive. After undergoing the surgery, She, like all the others, Lost her memory of everything, and imprinted to the Armored Escorts. Her tone in conversation is very up beat with a french accent, the only thing about her from her previous life that carried over into her rebirth as ANETTE. ANETTE Dances wherever she goes, stepping on the tips of her toes like a ballerina would. In her new life, ANETTE doesn't feel the pain or the sickness that once plagued her body, She just feels a sick sense of happiness deep in her gut.

Her Family died in Rapture's Civil war, And, like the rest of the city, had befallen a habit of splicing up. They lost themselves in the tonics, and, without knowing that their own child, splattered in blood, was walking with a Big Daddy, they completely lost sight of the 'Rapture Reminders'. They charged her blindly, And were smashed by the brute with little effort.
The girl collected the ADAM from the bodies with no sense of right or wrong, seeing them as nothing more than sleeping people.
The only line she repeated, second after second as the syringe filled, was:
"Good girls gather, Mr.B.."

She carries her mother's shoe unkowingly, only feeling a strange attraction to the feeling of warmth it gives her. Unlike the conditioning given to her by the orphanage, It gives her a strange feeling, but it doesn't change how she acts, or thinks, or feels, it simply is there, because she has some sense that it should be important to her, though it isnt. She took it to the orphanage with her when her parents had dropped her off, Daring not to part with it, She hid it away in a nook, to find it another day. In another life.