#captainredfields

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            IT  HAD  BEEN  A  VERY  long  couple  of  days.  What  with  having  to  go  back  to  the  site  of  her  mother's  murder.  To  getting  kidnapped  by  some  mega  freaks.  To  dealing  with  monsters  she  could  have  never  imagined  in  her  wildest  dreams.  To  being  finally  saved  only  to  be  asked  questions  over  and  over  again.  She  was  starting  to  crack.  She  just  wanted  to  take  Emily  and  go  home  already.  She  was  tired  of  tests.  Tired  of  questions.

But  life  was  never  easy.  Not  for  her.  Not  now.  At  first  when  someone  else  was  introduced  to  her  she  had  assumed  this  was  the  person  that  was  going  to  clear  her  to  go  home,  and  then  when  she  realized  that  was  very  much  not  the  case.  She  felt  herself  grow  frustrated,  bringing  her  knees  up  to  her  chest  as  she  sat  with  her  back  against  the  wall  on  the  hospital  bed  she  had  taken  over  in  the  DSO  headquarters.

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@captainredfields

❛ there's two of them behind that door . i need you to trust me , and provide cover while the rest of you get out first . i'll be fine . i'll hold the door as long as i can to buy you some time and distance . ❜ perhaps a part of her feels as though any potential casualties from what lies beyond would weigh upon her shoulders , considering her blood was the reason hybrids even existed . she doesn't give him any time to protest , and instead makes way to the door with inhuman speed . her shoulder collides with the metal and the sound alone makes it known that she's thrown the things behind it off balance , but only for a few seconds . it's enough time for her to dig the heel of her boots into the ground , hands pressed firmly against the frame as the hinges begin to give .

❝  too  long  if  you  ask  me.    ❞   but  he  knows,  as  he  takes  a  step  back  to  allow  @captainredfields  inside  the  comfort  of  the  living  room. .  for  someone  like  chris,  the  calm  became  a  void. 

❝ I will. ❞ Emerald eyes travel up and down - taking in the view. Hands go to work, unbuttoning the front of her blouse. Moving closer to him. She could smell the subtle traces of cigarette smoke and whatever cologne he put on that morning. Slipping from the shirt, it joins his in a pile on the floor. It's just casual. Her touch is soft but persuasive, pressing a hand against his chest to ease him onto the bed. Getting him at her eye level - if not below.

(     *     RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM.

@captainredfields said: ‘look, we’re out of options here.’ - Grace

With head in her hands, Grace's pale blue eyes stares a HOLE through her own lap. She uses the tips of her fingers to wipe away the sweat that's gathering at her forehead, threatening to drip on her lap. Here she thought that she could FINALLY take a breather. She should have KNOWN better to think that the BSAA wouldn't ask questions on what the HELL happened to her and Leon during the entire ordeal. How can she focus on THAT, though? Not when her thoughts geared towards reaching Emily and seeing if she SURVIVED that monstrous transformation and the bullets she took.

❝You're just d-doing your job, I get it. But look, I-I have NO idea how I'm IMMUNE to the virus.❞

Eyes flicker towards her arms that are covered in bite marks and scratches that she's attained throughout the entire ordeal. Hell, even she would find herself suspicious if she were the one interviewing her! Get it together! She has got to get it across she doesn't know the ingredients for Elpis, or why the T-Virus just so happens to look the other way where she is involved.

Grace holds up her hands as if an act of surrender, wanting to indicate to this man that she's not a threat. Even her adoptive father says she's just a normal human being on video! Right? That should be enough!

"I know it's been a minute since we've seen each other, but I did keep my skills sharp. I don't need extra cover."