ćć' šš'š ššš šš ššššššš if you don't see what i see. '
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ćć' šš'š ššš šš ššššššš if you don't see what i see. '
@virusrot / lyric starter call. ( are you satisfied? - marina. )

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š¬ .š„ Ż Ė ā¾ ĖĖĖ @virusrot liked for a lyric // liner starter!
' blame it on the gods so we don't feel like we did something wrong. '
āĀ AS I RECALL, it ended much too soon, @virusrot. ā / lyrical sc.
ā cāmon, you gotta eat something. and i canāt cook, so take-out it is. eat up. ā
ā¹Ā Ā Ā Ā . . . Ā Ā Ā Ā šššššššššššĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā ļ¼Ā Ā Ā Ā @virusrot
ššššššššĀ šš Ā šĀ šššššĀ šššššĀ ššĀ šššĀ šššššššššššš,Ā theĀ distinctiveĀ smellĀ ofĀ takeoutĀ burgersĀ andĀ friesĀ claimedĀ ClaireāsĀ attentionĀ likeĀ aĀ sirenāsĀ callĀ Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā warm,Ā greasy,Ā andĀ oddlyĀ comforting.Ā HerĀ eyesĀ toreĀ awayĀ fromĀ theĀ near-hypnoticĀ tranceĀ ofĀ herĀ laptopĀ screenĀ asĀ herĀ headĀ turnedĀ towardĀ theĀ mouth-wateringĀ sourceĀ ofĀ herĀ distraction.Ā Ā
TuckedĀ intoĀ aĀ plasticĀ bagĀ andĀ wrappedĀ inĀ foil,Ā theĀ nutritionallyĀ questionableĀ mealĀ coaxedĀ herĀ closerĀ still;Ā lapisĀ eyesĀ fixedĀ onĀ theĀ makeshiftĀ packagingĀ thatĀ servedĀ toĀ keepĀ itsĀ contentĀ warm,Ā notĀ presentable.Ā Ā
ā Ā Ā CanātĀ sayĀ noĀ toĀ that.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā LeastĀ ofĀ allĀ nowĀ thatĀ herĀ stomachāsĀ quietĀ growlĀ betrayedĀ herĀ blatantĀ neglectĀ ofĀ herĀ physicalĀ needs,Ā allĀ inĀ favorĀ ofĀ anotherĀ bottomlessĀ pitĀ ofĀ conspiraciesĀ toĀ diveĀ into.Ā
ā Ā Ā PleaseĀ tellĀ meĀ youĀ gotĀ myĀ favorite.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā
āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā itĀ Ā Ā Ā wouldĀ Ā Ā Ā haveĀ Ā Ā Ā beenĀ Ā Ā Ā betterĀ Ā Ā Ā ifĀ Ā Ā Ā weĀ Ā Ā Ā hadĀ Ā Ā Ā doneĀ Ā Ā Ā aĀ Ā Ā Ā dealĀ Ā Ā Ā withĀ Ā Ā Ā them.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā warinessĀ Ā Ā Ā shinedĀ Ā Ā Ā emeraldĀ Ā Ā Ā sightĀ Ā Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā Ā shiftingĀ Ā Ā Ā postureĀ Ā Ā Ā uprightĀ Ā Ā Ā ;Ā Ā Ā Ā leaningĀ Ā Ā Ā againstĀ Ā Ā Ā backĀ Ā Ā Ā postĀ Ā Ā Ā ofĀ Ā Ā Ā barĀ Ā Ā Ā seat.Ā Ā Ā Ā crinkleĀ Ā Ā Ā ofĀ Ā Ā Ā noseĀ Ā Ā Ā ;Ā Ā Ā Ā unwantedĀ Ā Ā Ā sneerĀ Ā Ā Ā coveringĀ Ā Ā Ā nostrilsĀ Ā Ā Ā temporarilyĀ Ā Ā Ā fromĀ Ā Ā Ā lingeringĀ Ā Ā Ā puffĀ Ā Ā Ā ofĀ Ā Ā Ā smokeĀ Ā Ā Ā fromĀ Ā Ā Ā cigars.Ā Ā Ā Ā idleĀ Ā Ā Ā chattersĀ Ā Ā Ā ofĀ Ā Ā Ā occupantsĀ Ā Ā Ā withinĀ Ā Ā Ā barĀ Ā Ā Ā sceneryĀ Ā Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā Ā indexĀ Ā Ā Ā fingerĀ Ā Ā Ā idlyĀ Ā Ā Ā tracedĀ Ā Ā Ā rimĀ Ā Ā Ā ofĀ Ā Ā Ā wineĀ Ā Ā Ā glass;Ā Ā Ā Ā shiftingĀ Ā Ā Ā sightĀ Ā Ā Ā towardsĀ Ā Ā Ā herĀ Ā Ā Ā companion.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā butĀ Ā Ā Ā you'veĀ Ā Ā Ā beenĀ Ā Ā Ā inĀ Ā Ā Ā thisĀ Ā Ā Ā farĀ Ā Ā Ā longerĀ Ā Ā Ā thanĀ Ā Ā Ā IĀ Ā Ā Ā have.Ā Ā Ā Ā soĀ Ā Ā Ā IĀ Ā Ā Ā trustĀ Ā Ā Ā yourĀ Ā Ā Ā instincts.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā forĀ Ā Ā Ā now.
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40. "Your grip faltered. Did my voice distract you again?"
She grits her teeth as he says that, only to sprint at him and leap up onto his shoulders, throwing her legs around his neck, then throwing all her weight backwards to drop him to the floor.
She's red in the face despite the very forward annoyance, trying to speak but sputtering- Seems he got to the heart of the matter with that.
"Bullshit, I don't- I'm not-..." She finally clicks her tongue and looks away from him, rubbing her face with her forearm while she caught her breath. "Asshole-"
the safehouse was temporary. like everything else tied to this life.
rose lingered near the window, arms loosely folded as she watched the muted street below. civilian life in the city carried on like none of it existedāno B.O.W.s, no containment zones, no threat level assessments behind reinforced doors. just people. normal people. an existence she'd never been a part of.
the sound of the door creaking open pulled her attention back.
her blue eyes landed on the man stepping insideāsharp posture, jacket worn just a little too casually to be entirely by-the-book. she recognized him immediately. hard not to, when your entire life had been shaped by the war on bioterrorism.
there was a faint shift in her postureāa release in the shoulders. not quite relaxed, but no longer braced for immediate conflict. still, she didnāt step aside. not yet.
"so⦠what?" she began, crossing her arms loosely, a protective gesture, the motion casual in a way that didnāt quite hide the tension beneath it. "they send leon s. kennedy to do a wellness check now?"
there was no bite in rose's toneājust a razor thin layer of dry humor stretched over a more cautious assessment. her gaze lingered on him, searching, measuring. slightly distrustful of unfamiliar authority, edged with something more defensive.
"or am i officially a problem?"
the question hung there, heavier than she intended.
"i already have the BSAA breathing down my neck," she went on, her voice losing some of its bite. for a moment, the mask slippedājust slightly. the scared teenager was still hidden beneath the annoyed bravado, more like a snarling puppy than the wolf cub she was reared to become.
"if youāre here to decide whether iām a threat," rosemary said, stepping back just enough to leave the door half-openāan invitation, but not trustā"you might as well come in and say it to my face."
her eyes met his again, steady but tired in a way that didnāt match her age, as she scuffed the rubber heel of her converse against the carpet floor. "ā¦i'd rather hear it from you than from another stupid report."
for @virusrot.
@virusrot // starter call // Barry
"Kennedy," A slightly surprised, yet jovial tone covered his words. At once, his gun lowered, sights no longer aiming at the only moving things within the room. "I'd recognize that haircut anywhere." The older man shot a jab at him instead of a bullet, whilst holstering the Samurai Edge in its home. "How'd you end up in this mess?"