Nov 10, 2022
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currently unimpressed with both leon and chris. get a room!
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DAD . LIPS PART , WANTING TO CALL OUT but quickly do they press together . now was not the time or place . she was on a job . a mission . ❝ leon ?! ❞ she calls instead . who was that with him ? claire ? . . . no . . . not claire . . . another woman . who ? blue eyes stared at him , a plead in them . she wanted to rush over , fling her arms over him and hold him so close . . . yet she reframed . . . it had been years after all ( years since he let her go . . . let someone take her away . . . ) . did he even recognize her ?
@destallo — ∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning .
Heavy eyes opened and a warm , fragrant cup of coffee appeared in front of her. She did not recall falling asleep on the couch covered with a blanket. A gentle grimace appeared on her face as she sat up. At first she looked at the coffee cup and then at Leon. ❝ Sorry... Tiredness took over me. ❞ A calm but with a hint of embarrassment voice escaped from under her red lips as she angled her gaze toward the blond man.
She had been here one day and still felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was due to the still wafting smell of alcohol and dirty clothes that lay everywhere. She couldn't understand what pushed Leon to such neglect. It wasn't like him. But... She didn't want to leave him in all this. Ada knew how hard it was for him and couldn't leave him. Even if he put her out the door she would still come back here. More desperate and committed for this one person she would shed tears over for the rest of her hopeless life. Only he — Agent Kennedy — makes the rose bloom inside her body. Giving himself a reason for her to bud into the sunshine that he was. She gently took the cup in her hands smiling. ❝ You have impressed me Leon. I didn't think that you would make such a surprise for me. It seemed to me that you did not want me here to violate your 'artistic disorder'. ❞ Since she came here she wanted to help him. To pull him out of this hole. She didn't care how hard it would be given her poor experience in exploring emotions. She wanted this one time to be useful and help him out of a pure , good heart.
“What’s good, scruffy?”
@destallo bc abbey is being abbey.
adrian didn’t miss the smell of the sewers but honestly his curiousity was getting the best of him. the pre-teen had been keeping an eye on the couple of strangers that arrived at the raccoon city police department for a bit now, but adrian always made sure to keep out of their sight and had a few close calls while he was spying on them ( that and keeping himself from becoming a potential target for that giant monstrosity that had been wandering around the building, his hat was cool though ).
why he and that other lady came down here, he would never know, unless he follows them of course, and so he did.
there was a bit of excitement beforehand so the brunette kept his distance, only coming out from the shadows when everything was quiet for more than a few minutes. you can say that he was somewhat shocked when he stumbled upon the cop not even a few minutes later, his torso wrapped up and looking practically dead.
adrian stayed back for a moment, just waiting to see if the man would wake up turned like those on the surface but when nothing happened, his curiousity fully took over. the pre-teen walked over and knelt down beside the stranger, hands cupping the man’s face, squishing his cheeks and moving his head about to see if he was really dead.
with no reaction, the brunette immediately starting to check the man’s pockets and eyed his gun before something more shiny caught his attention. “ooooh, dibs.” the boy stated as he took the watch off the cop’s wrist, holding it up for examination before shoving it in his pocket. adrian then started on the police vest, trying to see if he could take it off to see if the man was hiding anything else underneath it.
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CAUGHT UP IN all the bullshit; he’s surprised he’s lasted as long as he has. He bites down on his lower lip, wrenching a knife free from a skull he’d implanted it in. A good throw, but he’s not here to praise himself. Odds are the whole family has written him off as dead by now, if news reached them. Which, well. Of course it would. Their star killer, Leonardo, taken out by the living dead. As if. Though he’s in no rush to get out and prove himself alive. Maybe he’ll slip out, restart a life away from it all. Make his own faction where he has control. Being a hitman doesn’t pay well. The way he’s bossed around ? It gets under his skin. Just as much as the cops here had. He’s happy most of them are dead. Most of them wouldn’t know a survival instinct if it came at the end of a loaded gun. Doesn’t matter. He’s dispatched many of them by now. Maybe some still living - he didn’t discriminate much. He’s not about to either as he rounds a corner to see the uniform on someone else. Living, he can tell. His pistol is aimed well for the head, blue eyes narrowing. It’s as he approaches, to see if talking is of any use, if he can con this guy into being another meat shield for him, that he stops dead in his tracks. Eyes widen, and his gun slowly lowers as he takes in features that are all too familiar. “ There’s no fucking god damn way... ” He mutters it, before rubbing at his eyes with his palm. As if this was a dream - a nightmare. His lips move but no sound escapes. He takes a minute to compose himself, a few steadying breaths, before he’s forced to lean himself against the hallway wall. There’s no god damn fucking way. That’s not right. This isn’t right. “ Tell me your name is not Leon. Tell me I’m wrong. This isn’t who I think it is. Tell me. ”
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If Guns N Roses plays on the radio or wherever, all bets are off. More than likely, Chris is singing along and/or turning it up.
Chris smokes Camel Menthol Lights.
Even though he'll usually drink beer around most people, Chris actually prefers "girly"/fruity drinks like margaritas, daquiris and Bahama Mamas.
“so, you’re the leon kennedy huh?” the redhead said with a small grin, the two of them ( along with his handler that sat off to the side ) were currently being transported to the drop-off site via helicopter. this was his first time working with the dso agent and he had to admit, there was a bit of excitement because he can recall him being the reason why claire was able to be reunited with her brother and her life being saved at antarctica.
“special operations agent, steve burnside, at your service.” promptly giving the older man a small salute. it was common enough for the bsaa to work with other organizations, terrasave being one of their main partners when it comes to dealing with biohazard attacks and the aftermath. so it wasn’t a surprise when he got a mission to work with an agent of the dso.
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