#bichazards

            if it was any talent the agent had, it was sleeping restfully yet at the ready in any location. for the moment, sleep found her 30,000 feet in the air, with a foreign band around her finger. it was when she felt a tap on the shoulder from the flight attendant that she woke, feigning a sleepy gaze though attention coursed through her veins. golden shimmers sit in two small flutes and she paints a grateful smile. elbow gently nudges the body seated beside her and she passes a glass.   ❛   courtesy of the airline — isn’t that nice ?   ❜

@bichazards​.

@bichazards​ + claire redfield.

He’s seen a lot of things at NEST and NEST 2, a fair amount of things actually and all of them ugly, but that literal giant that stomped on pass was certainly something. Fortunately for him, he had taken refuge inside the vents of RPD, his small stature easily allowing him to move around and dodge any of the remaining cops--especially Irons, the creepy bastard.

Opening the vent cover, the 11-year old slipped out and landed on the floor. Clutching his stolen goods, Kit went in the other direction and turned a corner--only to immediately bump into someone else who a tad bigger than him. Bouncing off, Kit landed on the floor and dropped his bag, spilling the contents everywhere.

oh -- damn. she didn't realize that she was staring, not until emily's voice hit her ears and grace realized that she hadn't blinked in at least a minute. eyes were dry, burning just slightly as she closed and reopened them. ah, shit.

"what?! n-nothing! it's... it's nothing." but her cheeks were betraying her, as they often did. grace could feel the quick descent of her blush from the tips of her ears, to her cheeks, down her neck... she was a terrible liar, both in speech as well as looks. her face would continue to betray her.

"uhm... i-it's just..." trailing off then as her brain lagged like old dial up internet, sparking and beeping and resetting over and over again before she finally cleared her throat. "nothing. i was just, uh... staring into space. which is s-stupid because we... i mean, i really need to focus." just strike her down with lightning at this point. it would be less painful. as if to distract -- to push away her embarrassment, grace took her handgun, checked the ammunition, and pretended to count like she hadn't already counted about a hundred times in the last twenty minutes.

Chris looked out the window and flicked the lighter for his cigarette so the flame danced for a moment before he closed it once again.

"You made it into the Hound Wolf Squad. Congrats."

she   knows   claire   is     joking around with her but it makes her skin     crawl,      darkness that seems to stretch to     every     corner of the house,     the occasional flicker of a light.     she isn't entirely wrong but helena     huffs,    rolling her eyes as she lifts her pistol.     ❛     that's     not     funny,    y'know.     ❜      eyes flit to look at claire,    taking note of the other's     demeanor.     ❛    i'd  like  to  die  in  a     much     more  pleasant  place  than  this  if  it's  all  the     same     to  you.    ❜ / @bichazards.

It wasn't often that Chris was left speechless around the members of the Hound Wolf Squad, but he hardly heard Emily's words as he stared down at the photograph in his hand. His face was pale, skin clammy as he looked down at the photograph he'd been avoiding for... he'd lost count of how long it'd been.

But when he looked up at Emily he knew he couldn't leave her with the vision of him staring at a photograph like he just had. So he held it out to her, the faces in the photo burned into his memory more than he cared to admit.

"STARS Alpha team," he said quietly. "Before everything went to shit." Though he supposed everything had always been shit, he just hadn't known the finer details. And looking at Emily, he knew he couldn't let what had happened at that mansion--and everything that had happened after--happen again.

( @bichazards || to Grant )

"Hey. I'm okay. I'm okay. It's just a nick." The photographer uttered as he held his finger under the cold tap. He had been preparing a meal for the two of them and he accidently cut his finger with the knife. He wasn't exactly the greatest of cooks but he was trying. He wanted to surprise Grant with a warm meal for when he got home and he had clearly ruined it. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to come home to something to eat." There was blood of course but all he needed was a plaster and he'd be fine. "Just grab a plaster and I should be fine."