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SUBVERSION PT. I AU 

Born Anna Elizabeth DeWitt, but everyone calls her Liz for short. The daughter of Annabelle and Booker DeWitt both who died in an accident when Liz was young. Soon after the fact she was adopted by Ozpin ( @headmastering ) . She would be the first of a series of adopted children.

Always a lover of the arts but also the hard sciences. Liz had a very diverse range of interests growing up. She was a bit of a strange child always found either painting or dealing directly with complicated math equations. 

Eventually she went to university to pursue a fine arts degree in drawing/painting but she ended up double majoring in physics as well much to shock of her classmates.

After leaving school Liz felt compelled to stay close to home to be near her adoptive father and family. This is when the concept for The Atlantis Lounge came into fruition. Originally, it was supposed to be an interactive art instillation but Liz enjoyed running the establishment so much that she decided to keep it open for business. 

Her longterm sweetheart, David ( @timelordtm ) works alongside her as a pianist when he can. The two met after she starred in his...questionable student film while they both were in school together.

A QUICK SUMMARY: This version of Liz is a lot softer and more similar to her infinite counterpart personality wise. She is kind but still smokes frequently ( it reminds her of her birth father ) keeping within the theme of her slight edge. 

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Your body: was it ever yours alone?

Paisley Rekdal, from “Gokstadt/Ganymede,” published in Michigan Quarterly Review (via lifeinpoetry)

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⁎⋆.✳ OZPIN‌

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He doesn’t remember how he got here. Breathing hard, down on his hands and knees, Ozpin clutches blindy at the snow between his fingers. There’s so much blood. No matter how fast he runs there’s so much. Darkness. Grimm. Fire.

He blinks.

It’s gone. Again. For the moment. 

Or is this the hallucination? It’s hard to tell even as he moves to right himself into a normal kneeling position, face pointed at the sky. A shudder runs through him. The urge to sob strongly tugs at his lungs, burning, but he suppresses it. No. He can’t fall apart.

Opening his eyes, Oz lets his gaze fall back down, catching on someone standing nearby. Her face is familiar- muddled with worry. The moment recognition dawns on the headmaster, is the moment he quickly staggers to his feet, smiling. Despite the extremely minute chance, he’s clearly hoping she hadn’t seen that, ah, moment of weakness- or if she did that he can smooth it over.

“E-Elizabeth, it’s so good to see you. I… It’s been a while,” the elder man starts, trying hard to focus on her face and not the creeping shadow in the corner of his eye. “When did you get back in the city?”

          SHE IS CAUGHT IN BETWEEN ! The woman she would become and the young bird in a cage. Through the static she sees a hundred different faces, all similar but worlds apart. Blood begins to drip from her nose staining her crisp white blouse yet she does away with the feeling of displacement with a sleeve against her wet skin. 

         When her vision clears that is when she sees him. A clocktower in ruins, a man on the brink.  ❛ Professor Ozpin ! ❜ She is rushing towards him without another thought. He is something familiar, a beacon in the chaos. 

         He is steadying himself once she is by his side yet she has already placed a supportive hand upon his shoulder to further assist.

          ❛ It’s not the time for questions like that. Are you alright ? You looked faint just now. ❜ Concern bleeds into her tone, honest and open as she once was. A songbird just recently set free, she was an avian without limits or so it seemed. 

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Oz offers Elizabeth her gift, wrapped in a small red box with a blue ribbon, in person.

“I thought something practical would be nice. You don’t always have to use it, but I hope that when you do, you remember you’re not alone in that war against time.”

Tucked away inside is a simple, reusable lighter.

“Merry Christmas, Elizabeth. Thank you again for… earlier.”

         IN A LIFE OF ETERNITY THERE ARE NOT MANY FIRSTS ! She had been so many different people is hundreds upon hundreds of different places and yet none of these women ever stayed. To stay required a will to live for oneself, to plant roots, to thrive. An impossible task for a woman with such an immense burden placed upon her shoulders. 

         ❛ You didn’t need to get me anything. ❜ It is noncommittal, very blasé but she reaches for the box all the same. Uncovering it with care so as not to damage the wrapping more than needed. ❛ I’ve never received a Christmas gift before. ❜ The admittance is unprompted, for once the words seemed to spill out of her without careful calculation. ❛ That must be why I’m terrible at this. ❜ Both receiving and giving, as she had not gotten the professor before a gift to return the favor.

          With ease she pulls the lighter from its packaging taking in its weight in her hands. ❛ As for thanking me you don’t need to do that either. That girl who was there for you… I don’t think she and I are the same person anymore. But, I appreciate the thought. ❜

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In any homecoming, what can we do but echo & ache?

To leave ourselves as one thing & return as another?

— Chelsea Dingman, from “In the Alcoholic’s Apartment, a Time Machine,” published in DIAGRAM

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⁎⋆.✳ ALLEN WALKER

     “ If you don’t mind, can you tell me more about this place? ”

His tone is polite, posture perfect, and eyes attentive on his host; the owner of the establishment she had told him upon greeting. Venturing past the doorway had not been his original plan, but Allen was drawn despite himself—drawn to the elegant opulence the lounge possesses, how near reminiscent it is of the places Cross preferred and the places where Allen learned just as much from the workers as he did his own master. Nostalgia called him forward, maybe; even if his years of tutelage weren’t the best, there’s still a gentle fondness for lounges and the like he can’t shake despite not being back into one until now. However, it’s curiosity that keeps him here and interest, too.

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         FLITTERING IN LIKE A GHOST ! Across her threshold to where he now stood. So much more than an apparition yet he is painted in ivory. No more than a boy and not quite that either. A child caught between who they wished to be and who they were made to become. An unending dispute that tore at the very fibers of ones being and she knew it too well. Peering up from her leather-bound guest list she hands off the book to the concierge beside her. Red lips easing into a far kinder smile than she usually wore. Knowing too much was without question a burden, but occasionally it brought her to like shores.   

         ❛ I think I can do a little more than that. How about a tour ? ❜ The night was young and she was not due on stage until later in the evening. ❛ Normally I’d say you’re a little too young to be shown around but I know a street smart kid when I see one. ❜

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⁎⋆.✳ ANTONIO SALIERI

     A LEATHERBOUND TOUCH dared the porcelain, only to hover shy a key as if a force he couldn’t name were taking hold, his hesitance stoked to a brighter flame by the voice at his back. The encroaching click of heels wrought with it the fragrance of warning and roses and words like velvet, and his hand withdrew from the piano so that he may better angle toward the presence. He had come to know the taste of a human soul on the air, that of mages or otherwise, but her, while indeed human… there was something different. 

     The man of the grey observed with a sharpened crimson gaze her approach, following her each and every move to seat herself at the piano, and then, she began to sing, playing alongside it. He listened in silence, noting a few stumbles here and there, but there was no doubt she could play. Hands idle by his sides, he found his eyes shadowed her every chord, every sweep of her fingers across the keys, before he closed them to drink in the sound. When she had finished, he peered at her with a renewed and narrowed stare.

          ❝ … Truly, though it has been some time, I assume. You sing wonderfully however. ❞ Curious– most would not delight in engaging the unknown unless they were familiar, or simply confident, and there was a strange sort of knowing in her eyes, ❝ Were you taught, madam? ❞

          HE IS SURVEYING HER ! As she is enigmatic in her bearing. A woman caught between worlds  -- Between time. She was a pesky loose end, a blight on a supposedly neat universe and those which surrounded her could feel it. If they stood still enough they would notice the surrounding atmosphere ripple around her frame. Bending and winding in order to fit her faulty existence into one sustained moment. And here she was, upon a piano bench crooning softly in the near darkness. 

          He was something slipped out of time, as well. Far different from her own circumstances but similar in the matter of displacement. A clash of blue and scarlet, as her eyes settle on his own. There is curiosity there which mingles with a sense of knowing. ❛ Oh, no. Not at all.” Looking away as she shakes her head. ❛ As a child I was alone, quite a bit. I was able to teach myself many things. ❜ A vast understatement yet her tone remains pleasant, even. ❛ Singing being one of them. ❜ Then she rises leaving her former dwelling vacant. 

         Elbows come to rest on the piano’s flat surface. Instead of his face her eyes are fixed on his glove-clad hands, taking in the long and elegant curve of his fingers diligently.  ❛ You have... the hands of a pianist. ❜ An odd observation due to the fact that the area in question was covered.  ❛ Or maybe      A composer ? ❜ Yet, she knew far more than she was revealing but she was indeed leaving breadcrumbs in her wake. ❛ I couldn’t trouble you to play something for me, could I ? ❜          

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⁎⋆.✳ JADE HARLEY

  of stardust and broken clockwork ,    like the hands of a celestial grandfather clock that never passes it’s mark. the witch found herself staring at a midnight locks, immersed the familiarity of expensive perfume and cigarettes paired with a honey-drowned tone. heel-to-toe she sprung into a skip frantically waving with the tips of her fingers to match the pacing of her breath. 

❝  i sniffed you out to be exact. sorry if that sounds  weird  but— to be fair,  ❞    a smile to pair another’s smile.   ❝    i’ve came around here once or twice but you keep disappearing into dimensional planes more than i do, liz— and on another note, the only person who smokes more than someone we know— is  probably  you.  ❞

          CHARMING IN HER WAY !  The space weaver was a companion of those who dwelled in clockwork. There was certain synergy between them, like and unlike forces operating beside one another. Not to mention she was quite fond of the witch although her cheery exterior might lead other people to believe otherwise. With an exhale, she grins at the younger girl unfazed by her keen sense of smell. 

         ❛ I’m afraid that’s part of the job description, dear. ❜ The multiverse had its own plans and she a willing handmaiden to its whims. Although, at times it was unclear where the true control lay. When sure hands could pierce the skin of reality so readily. Who was to say where or what she would be next ?  ❛ Funny you would mention, David. He recently started working for me. I never knew he was such an accomplished pianist. ❜ O’ but she had, yet the foresight was not enough to curb her amusement.

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                                     WELCOME TO THE ATLANTIS LOUNGE ! 

Located in the Golden Ward along the coast of the seaside is Radiale City’s newest nightlife experience. The Atlantis Lounge offers Art Deco decor in a vintage 1950s setting, nestled in the ward’s modern day streets. Owned by none other than the city’s very own time-traveling interloper, the famed Elizabeth [REDACTED]. She acts as owner and hostess of the establishment and on some nights even entertainment. 

The Lounge features a restaurant as well as a nightclub, which is located on the sub-aquatic level. If dancing among the local sea-life appeals to you look no further you have found your next date venue. If you seem to have two left feet then be sure to stop by and dine at the Lounge’s five star restaurant above, featuring various sea-food and other fine cuisine.

And of course an establishment is only as good as its staff which lucky for you all positions are open for application! Be sure to check out the links below about available jobs and what they entail. 

                              SUBMIT // APPLICATION // POSITIONS // STAFF

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⁎⋆.✳ @riicinus !

          KEENLY SHE OBSERVES HIS UNENDING INTAKE ! It is quite the mystifying sight but if she were to be completely candid it was not a peculiarity that stood out among the many she had known her infinite lives. Still, it was enough to gain the dimensional interloper’s interest which was a fearfful fact in and of itself. 

         ❛ I never knew marshmallows to be a vice till now. ❜ There was no judgement in her words only offhanded scrutiny. For there was no room for prudence given how often she brought a cigarette to her lips in the very same fashion multiple times a day.

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The body will always make more room / for grief.

Kate Gaskin, from “Poem with a Possible Unidentified Flying Object,” published in Tin House (via lifeinpoetry)

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⁎⋆.✳ @spacefell !

         WE ARE BUT ORBITING PLANETS ! A gravitational pull that kept both women perfectly aligned with one another. The time was midday and the restaurant slowed to a stagnant lull between dining hours. Outside of the luxury establishment in the winter chill she stands. The biting cold hardly a deterrent from the promise of smoke so readily filling her lungs. As she exhales the witch makes her grand appearance. Difficult to miss, clad in deep ebony with snow white ears nestled in herequally dark hair. 

       ❛ Sweet of you to pay me a visit, Miss Harley. ❜ Ruby lips curl into a knowing smile. She had her suspicious as to how the young god had found her way here but she was not so rude to assume, or rather to peek too far into the affairs of others. ❛ How did you know I was back ? ❜ 

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i really like elizabeth in 1998 mode image but she didn’t wear that hood in the dlc so i was kinda sad ;(

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                                     WELCOME TO THE ATLANTIS LOUNGE ! 

Located in the Golden Ward along the coast of the seaside is Radiale City’s newest nightlife experience. The Atlantis Lounge offers Art Deco decor in a vintage 1950s setting, nestled in the ward’s modern day streets. Owned by none other than the city’s very own time-traveling interloper, the famed Elizabeth [REDACTED]. She acts as owner and hostess of the establishment and on some nights even entertainment. 

The Lounge features a restaurant as well as a nightclub, which is located on the sub-aquatic level. If dancing among the local sea-life appeals to you look no further you have found your next date venue. If you seem to have two left feet then be sure to stop by and dine at the Lounge’s five star restaurant above, featuring various sea-food and other fine cuisine.

And of course an establishment is only as good as its staff which lucky for you all positions are open for application! Be sure to check out the links below about available jobs and what they entail. 

                              SUBMIT // APPLICATION // POSITIONS // STAFF

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My heart longs for serene infinity and unstained longing.

Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “My Heart Longs,” c. 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)