Rapture and Columbia

"Sir Roberts" and "Princess Lily" were playing hopscotch on the ground. The Hopscotch board is drawn with some reddish material...
Hopefully, it's red paint.
Lily tosses a spent brass casing onto the board. She skips gracefully across the board and then says "Now you try, Mr. Bubbles!"
Sir B. looked at the board. Unsure.
Lily said "Please!?"
Sir B. took a few steps back, but then he finally made the jump. He landed poorly, however: His body is simply too bulky and cumbersome to hop on one foot. And for that matter, his boots were almost as big as the square. He ended up touching the lines. His lights grew slightly orange. He would never understand why Lily would keep trying to get him to play this game!
That's when he saw a spider splicer move on by. He raised his 'sword' a little, but it passed him by and went to the Wharf. He turned back to Lily.

After a little while Sir B. hears something. Sinclair Solutions had screwed with his brain quite a bit, but he still had enough sense to understand gunshots.

Lily shouted "ADAM!" and began to head towards the Wharf. Sir Roberts grabbed her by the head with his left hand, preventing her from going anywhere.

Juliette Devereaux Journal Entry Two:

“The vents aren’t the more comfortable way to travel at least not for me but it’s a hell of a lot safer than the ground. I guess Splicers aren’t fond of them and Big Daddies are WAY too big to fit though. I decided to head towards the Warf when coming to a fork, since it made a pretty good lick of sense that the bathysphere caught in a net or something, but if I’m wrong I’ll circle back to Smuggler’s Den.

I kept moving not knowing how long I had been moving till I saw a grate and peeked though, where I saw a Big Daddy and Little sister playing strangely Hopscotch. Guess everyone needs a brake once and a while. I kept moving heading towards a gunshot in the distance, not something I usually look to do but today was an exception to all the rules I guess.

I started to feel the Vent buckle from under me, “uh oh” I gasped and started to head faster though the vent, maybe it wasn’t such a good Idea to head this way. ‘Crash’ the vent fell from behind me, I hesitantly looked behind me to see the thing fallen to the floor. ‘Jimmy Cricket, now I got to fix that later.’ Suddenly I felt myself falling and heading straight for the floor and dumpster filled with errr… garbage.

‘squish’ I landed on the top, ‘Pixie dust!’ I cursed, and lifted my head up only to set it back down a moment later. ‘Harder than I thought’ I thought to myself.”

The thug stumbles back, groaning in pain as the metallic fist slammed into his jaw again.Falling down, he cowers as Dius stands over him."Gloria says to leave her alone. Mess with her again, and I'll send you falling. GOt it?" The thug nods, quivering in fear."Yes...yes....I understand.Please, don't hit me anymore..." The young merc makes a sound of disgust."Tch...coward.." A voice calls out."Boys!! A lousy merc is beating Clowny! Get him!!!" As the gang rushes him, Gladius aka "Skywolf" dashes out of the alley, headed for a nearby rail. As they close in, he makes a throwing motion with his metal arm, and a grappel spike, with a long chain attached, flows out, attaching to the rail when he presses a button on his arm, causing hooks to pop out. He jumps, and presses another button, causing the chain to retract, reeling him in.Grabbing the spike, he takes off.....
An hour later, he counts the money gained from the job."Eh...not much...oh well, at least that scum won't lay hands on her again..."He snorts, remembering the bruise on the young woman's face..."Well, time to go find another hire..."