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Not Alone
"I will catch you When you feel like letting go 'Cause you're not, you're not alone"
"I will pick you up when your whole world shatters And when you're finally in my arms Look up and see love has a face"
Hit the Road
If you ever wanted to see Claire’s smile fade faster, you mentioned the cemetery. It always made her heart drop, but to show it. Show it on her face, in her stance, anything. It wasn’t how she worked, but she knew even if she hid it. Her eyes would show it.
Awhile, was putting it nicely, the redhead had a hard time remembering the last time he had gone with her. She didn’t know if he visited by himself, but she was never updated if he did.
"I will grab a coat—"
Not even a second glance as she walked from the bike, past her brother to the house. Several steps in she grabbed her biker jacket off the coat rack. Walking over to the coffee table, she snagged her side bag holding all her personal items.
Back out by her brother, she gave a slight nod and smile. “Are we taking my mode of transport, or yours?”
They knew each other so well, that no matter what sort of circumstances they find themselves, they always know how they work mentally. So he waited, his blue eyes trailing back to the motorcycle as the redhead went to grab her coat in haste. Redfield knew how she felt, and although he wasn't one to bring it up directly, her eyes did a good job in telling the tale. Along the way, Chris picked up his helmet again, and with his eyes focused on it more than usual, he'd lose himself in a trance and remember that one time, where he first got it.
Remembrance: Don't make me say I told you so.
"You should use it more often, Chris. The constant rides without a helmet will get back to you one day, and I really don't want you ending up in a hospital or worse, freaking dead! Got that?" "Jeez, dad. Whatever you say..." The tone of a younger Chris almost sounding in annoyance and yet, in his own way, catching the meaning behind his father's woes. It wasn't hard to picture it happening, not even for a sort of rebellious young man like Chris was at the time.
"You're the older one, Chris. Set a good example for your sister. She's a Redfield, which means motorcycles will be her thing one day. I can damn guarantee you that." The older man's words compared to his facial complexion didn't add up. There was a grin, a big grin. He was proud that even the younger girl would probably get to share that love that runs in the family for motorcycles. He was certain of it and Chris never told the man otherwise.
"Put it to good use though, it could very well save your life one day, son..." End - He'd remember those words still, and when his blue eyes instinctively shifted to where the present call came from, the protectiveness his father once displayed to them both, carried on with him. "Let's go in mine, Claire. Bring your helmet." And he'd turn around, sliding that inherited shiny helmet over his face, hiding smiles and sorrows that he wouldn't allow her to see yet. The bike's engine roars to life, and the young ex-pilot, awaits for his sister to visit a place where both barely remembered, when was the last time they've been there together to spend time with them.
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This was an utterly disgusting sight to see; the woman’s abdominal area was completely ripped opened as though something did burst from her. The puddle of her own blood was dried up, some of the organs that laid around from the deep open wound seemed to have shriveled up, it had aged quickly within those seven hours of the occurrence. Jill was so accustomed to bloody disgusting things, it has not had much of an affect on her since the Mansion Incident. Unfortunately in her case, this was something she’s seen everyday of her life. Miserable to think and see it that way, but it was all true.
"… I’m going to examine this. Just a second," she discloses upon crouching down near the lifeless corpse on one knee. She motions the end of the pistol with the red laser over the gruesome area to examine.
"It’s a definite; she’s been dead for a few hours. I’m going to take one lucky guess and assume whatever ruptured from her abdominal… could still be in this very house. It could be hiding or… maybe not. So watch your back," declares the moment she stood back up on her two feet.
"It’s been 7 hours since we received our info from Intel, it really sucks that it took us this long to get here. I’m telling you Chris, we may be already too late. I know we have not searched everywhere, but we have to keep going. There’s nothing else we could have done. If we do manage to find survivors, we will call in back-up and have them escort those people out of the vicinity. They will only slow us down. Believe me… I want to save everyone, but… who is going to protect us?" Her point was made.
As negative as it sounded coming from Valentine, it was the only way to keep Chris focused on the mission. Orders by Intel and superiors above these two cannot be disobeyed. Jill was disappointed on how things were handled but, what else is there to do?
If only things were a lot easier.
"I’m going to check upstairs and see if that thing’s crawling about," the woman suggested as she turned on one foot and advances to Chris’s right whence spotting a flight of wooded stairs.
"… for all we know, that Chimera could have gone through a transition and may have mutated into something fairly large. I doubt they will be as easy as it was back at the Mansion."
She began to ascend to the second floor of the small estate.
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His partner had to repeat herself again, and although Chris knew she was right, he wasn't as naive to think he could save every single person in this place. He just merely wanted to do something. So he remains in dead silence, listening to every word as Jill examines the body. It was frustrating, and they both knew this.
Eventually...
His partner suggest of investigating the second floor in search for the Chimera. He didn't object, knowing full well of her capabilities. She was the only one he would trust in going on her own. "Alright. I'll check the other rooms in the first floor." His blue eyes were fixated on her as she start moving up to the second floor. "And Jill... be careful." He expressed himself sincerely, always thinking about her well being. It hasn't changed throughout the years. In fact, their bond has grown immensely. So it was natural to see him care about her so much. It was then now that he moved around to the next surroundings with a tight grip on his firearm. His eyes scanned around, and it was a very ominous scenery. Plenty of fallen ceramic plates and broken glasses laying around, with Chris's combat boots crushing the debris that was left of them. How soul crushing to another human being this is...he couldn't help the angry outbursts. This was unforgivable. Sudden movement...
Chris's ears went into alert and catching the sound of falling pots, Redfield hurried to the next room, gun in hand and with a fearless expression upon his angered complexion. A strong kick almost snapped the door in half, going inside looking for a target that while it might had been the hunter once upon a time, this time around... it's the hunted.

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I asked Claire this same question but what was it like after your parents died?
I’d like to go into much more detail with this, so Claire and I will work on that and give you a much better background of their lives from the very moment after their parents died. To give you an slight idea though, Chris made himself responsible for her with no immediate family to help him out. Their deaths obviously had a strong impact on both, but given the general family attitude their parents made sure to instill in them, Chris didn’t falter and took care of his young sibling, no matter the disadvantages.
What was it like as a child? Was your family life good? What happened to your parents? When did you have to start taking care of your sister?
"Family life was as good as a child could ever ask for back then. Back in the day I took care a lot of my sister, given our parents worked endlessly to ensure we always had what we needed. So in that sense Claire and I were very close, and even to this day, we still are. That hasn’t changed at all.
That said, our parents were always there for us, up until the day they had that fatal car crash. So it was after that when I took it upon myself to take care of Claire. Looking after her until she could fend for herself and go to college.”
Hit the Road
Seeing her brother act like this, that big grin on his face, the laugh. It was something she missed, and it all hit her full force. All that they had been through, watching him speak and move his hands. Take on a burly tall man’s form and imitate the way he spoke.
The thing that snapped her from the day dream and study of her brother. Was his questioning tone. “Wha-what?” She heard him, her mind raced back to his statement. “College life has been rather boring—” A shrug of her shoulders. “I am taking some classes on law, psychology classes— I basically know how the world works now.”
Another shrug of her shoulders, this time with a bit of a humorous smile on her lips. The last statement a joke, she barely still understood how people worked. How someone could do something bad, and expect to be forgiven like it was just taking a cookie from a cookie jar.
"Oh, I'm sure you do kiddo." His response was in sarcasm going along the joke his sister so humorously expressed. He let out a small chuckle in the end, and laughed it off until the joke ran its course. "Well, then..." He would take a step back, stretching his arms a little to dust off the rusty feelings from his arms. "I was thinking about of going to visit that place one last time before I leave the city. We should go together.." He got himself in a short pause, trying to remember the last time he visited the place. "It's been awhile.." and while his words were vague at best, he knew the redhead was more than aware of what place he was talking about.
It was a lonely place, an old cemetery where their deceased parents rest in peace.
Chris himself hardly visited it, more so for his busy days in the air force. When he was discharged and he himself turned to the life of a drifter, the chances were even less. Deep inside, he knew he did wrong, he was ashamed to admit it. But the elder Redfield, as painful it could've been, also always thought that somewhere down the line, his parents would accept his choice of not visiting. They could've wanted him nothing more than to move on and just keep them there, inside the great last memories the man has gotten from them. Be strong and keep fighting. That was the Redfield mentality.
Rattle the cage.
Celes, Belgium
Chateau Miranda
The air was very still. No wind nor sound could be heard in the distance.
Pointed heels clicked with an audible echo as her lean legs carried her across the empty loft. She could see the outline of the fortress that lay before her in the distance. Standing tall and hidden by the shadows, it was engulfed in darkness, chasing away any who sought entry to it. Her trained eyes picked the outline of the grand structure, the towers that rose at each of its corners, giving it pride and authority.
Ada approached the building with a keen eye on her surroundings; she was not being tailed, she has ensured that. Any curious, prying, personnel were thwarted off long before she set on this road. Yet, it would not be entirely impossible for them to attempt tailing her again. And for that, she was well prepared. The building was shrouded in darkness and mystery. Surely, something formidable lay hidden among these decedent walls.
"I aught to flip a coin…"
She can gain entry to the building in multiple ways, it was a matter of narrowing it down to one. She can do it the old fashined way, or her way. [ Hm, it would be a good surprise to land on top of one of the towers ] that was more like her style. With her hookshot ready she aimed it at the top of the eatersn tower.
Taking aim and pulling the trigger, another click and she was on top of the tower withing few short seconds. Locating a small door she approached it, turning the rusty knob carefully with one hand as she readied her beretta with the other.
The darkness continues to engulf the old abandoned basement. The male is bounded to limited light, and although he's been subjected to this kind of environment before, he wasn't too thrilled. His eyes tracked every possible exit, and it was only one door. This one door representing the fine design despite the decades of age behind it. He'd try to remember as he took a hold of the doorknob what exactly happened to him, but as bad luck would have it, he could only get snippets. "Take.....him... chateau..... unleash....T.." His eyes went shut completely, accompanied by pain. Chris was a strong soldier, but he was still human. He's been taking enough hits on the back of his head to leave him out of action. And although somehow that hasn't happened yet, the pain was still a bad sign. He'd need to be careful, and avoid a blow that could be fatal the next time. Now... Turning the knob, the male push the door, leading to a set of half broken stairs. This place was starting to give off the impression of being entirely abandoned. But in his kind of job, that was never actually true. The last thing this place would be is abandoned.
"Let's see where this leads me to..."
Carefully he proceeds, his hands taking a tight grasp of the edges, and with ease pulling himself up to the upper half of the stairs. He moved on, now reaching the first floor. Light was still scarce, and the flashlight he previously found was still of use. The lights in the surroundings flickered back and forth. They'd probably be out any time soon. So he moved about, and he could spot plenty of doors on each side of the hallway. They were just as decent looking in design as the basement, but still of quite plenty of age. What exactly were they hoping to accomplish by leaving him here, inside this "abandoned" chateau?
What were your thoughts when your sister went missing after the attack on TerraSave?
"We both are no strangers to attacks like these... but it's obvious my first thought is her safety. I've taught Claire everything I know in self defense... yet I worry regardless. She's my family, and seeing her being targeted is what I always try to prevent. No way in hell they're taking one of mine away from me."
"So to answer your question, I did not take the news too well."

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【♆】; INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR JILL VALENTINE OF THE RESIDENT EVIL FRANCHISE.
【♆】; SERIOUS ROLEPLAY; HUMOR; RANDOM.
【♆】; GRAPHICS ARTIST, ICON/ GIF ICON FOR ROLEPLAY (MOSTLY REVELATIONS JILL VALENTINE/ STARS & RE3 JILL.
【♆】; LOVES PLOTTING/ SPONTANEOUS/ IMPROVISATION
【♆】; ONELINE | SINGLE PARAGRAPH | MULTI-PARAGRAPH (RARE).
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【♆】; WILL BROWSE BLOGS BEFORE FOLLOWING/ FOLLOWING BACK.
【♆】; 7-8+ YEARS ROLEPLAYING IN GENERAL. ROLEPLAYED JILL FOR 3 YEARS; HAS AN ALTERNATE RP ACCOUNT (LINK ON PROFILE).
【♆】; WILL ROLEPLAY ALL VERSES OF JILL VALENTINE (JUST ASK BUT WILL NOT USE ICONS OF RE5 JILL).
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"October 09. Daylight. the cold has overtaken-- Ah shit, wrong script." I'm still alive, folks. Just throwing that out there now that I'm starting to feel better. Thanks to Jill for taking care of me so much. What would Redfield do without her? Heh. Anyway, I owe quite a few people, so while slow, replies will be delivered soon.
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'Well, if this isn’t a happy reunion. If you’re here to whisk me away in those awful silver bracelets, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. '
" It's not the first time you disappoint me, Jessica. Almost getting everyone killed back at the Queen Zenobia. You’re rather fortunate that I’m dragging you back in handcuffs. So I would advise you don't attempt anything reckless, otherwise, it will be used against you in the court of law. Am I clear? "
Hit the Road
A look of surprise, her face had to have been showing that. She felt surprised to be hearing that from him. He found a place to stay and settle. Claire had remembered hearing about that town. It was a fair ride to get to it, but her brother finally staying in one place? She wasn’t about to complain. Know where he is, and know where to find him. A smile stretched across her face, a tilt of her head.
"Chris I am really happy for you." Darting around the bike, interest almost lost. Claire placed both hands on her brother’s shoulders. "I am proud of you."
It may have not meant much coming from his younger sister. But she still spoke her mind; Chris gave her no reason to keep quiet on such things.
The elder Redfield's rare smile reached new horizons. He was expecting that kind of response, but nothing is better than hearing it from the girl herself. "Thanks Claire." He expressed his gratitude, his blue eyes fixated on his young sibling. Her words meant a lot more to him than she could imagine. Given his current drifting around the country. "I'll show you around the city once I'm settled. Barry talks a lot about a Pizza joint that we definitely need to try, even if it is the last thing we do."
He finish his sentence with a brief laugh. Attempting to try his own imitation of how the good ol' Barry Burton would speak about it. The man was basically the other person that aside from his sister, Redfield wouldn't mind calling family. He's been there for them ever since their days in the air force, and the day Chris failed to make it into the SWAT. Chris always appreciated that. "What about you? What's been going with you and that college life?"
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【♆】; INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR JILL VALENTINE OF THE RESIDENT EVIL FRANCHISE.
【♆】; SERIOUS ROLEPLAY; HUMOR; RANDOM.
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【♆】; MULTI-FANDOM & OC FRIENDLY
【♆】; WILL BROWSE BLOGS BEFORE FOLLOWING/ FOLLOWING BACK.
【♆】; 7-8+ YEARS ROLEPLAYING IN GENERAL. ROLEPLAYED JILL FOR 3 YEARS; HAS AN ALTERNATE RP ACCOUNT (LINK ON PROFILE).
【♆】; WILL ROLEPLAY ALL VERSES OF JILL VALENTINE (JUST ASK BUT WILL NOT USE ICONS OF RE5 JILL).
【♆】; DOES NOT JOIN GROUP BLOGS. WILL ACCEPT MASTERLISTS OFFERS.
【♆】; TIP: DON’T BE AFRAID TO RESPOND TO ANY OPEN ROLEPLAY THREADS! I DON’T BITE!
【♆】; JUST HAVE FUN!
Rattle the cage.
Chateau Miranda - Celes, Belgium. The sound of dripping water echoes against the broken pavement in a dark enclosed structure. It's dark, and only faint sources of light rays give illumination to the otherwise gloomy and abandoned basement. Somehow, and in some unexpected way, Chris found himself here. Stripped from his weapons and his electronic device. There's grunts of pain due to the hard sensations felt on the back of his head. The force was strong enough to knock him out for hours. He was attacked, and the last thing he would remember is his vision going blurry and hitting the floor in full force.
"...Where am I...?"
He questions the new environment in confusion. His blue eyes darting around the substructure for information. At first glance, it was dark. There was very little light to make any worthwhile observation. Chris moved about, stumbling along the way with small or moderate sized objects. They were bothersome to say the least, but the man took the time to examine whatever he could. He'd find worthless debris for the first couple of minutes. Nothing close to his feet would be of use, in turn, causing slight frustration. Nevertheless...
"What is that...a flashlight...?"
He would catch a flicking light from the corner of his eye. He was a very observant man, and even small things like this wouldn't go amiss. Giving half a spin to face the source, and move to pick it up. He got lucky, still working decently with a good smack. Chris looks around, now with a beam of light to help in the first order of the day... finding out where the hell he is. So... His blue eyes catch sight of the walls. They had decades, filled with dust and spider webs as far as the eyes can see, but regardless the design itself was still apparent; European. Although he wasn't one to get into specifics, there was a vibe of French architecture all around him. He moves on now, flashlight in hand, looking for anything useful before bothering to find an exit. He's got no means of communication and he is weaponless. Nine times out of ten...there's always something out there...in the dark.