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       ”—You don’t want to know what I’ve seen, Rebecca.” Oh, wasn’t that the truth? She wanted to laugh at the memories of Deborah pranking her with shock videos, but that just made her miss her sister even more. “Deborah used to send me the grossest videos. It was a game of sorts… I’d send her something, and she’d retaliate. She always won. Always.” Helena just shook her head, amber eyes glancing back at the older brunette.      ”Maleficent? Isn’t that the one where the villain is actually a good guy? Sure, I’d love to.” She wasn’t about to tell Rebecca she had already seen it, and in fact cried during.

"I'm glad you're here," she whispers through her soft sigh.

           ”—It’s not that I’m waiting on the right person, but I have standards.” That was a lie. Harper was scared of the act itself. It seemed more complicated than just shooting a gun or getting justice. “I’m good at multi-tasking, but goddamn from what I’ve seen—” Okay, she decided to shut her mouth then. Rebecca wasn’t the type that’d want to hear what she’s seen… err watched.            ”Thriller. Yes, it’ll be a hell of a lot better than this soft porn we’re watching.” 

"Maleficent just came out, have you seen it? It's not a thriller, but it's still very good."

Resident Evil Remake caps ⇢ Chris' scenario [65/∞];

Resident Evil Zero caps ⇢ [11/∞];

       ”—I’d rather not hear about you getting freaky.” Was her nearly childish response. It was strange thinking about Rebecca doing anything other than something totally innocent; like baking cookies. “For your information, I’ve never… you know. I haven’t had the time.” Her cheeks flushed red as the agent nearly buried her face into the blankets.          ”I don’t know, I thought you liked cheesy chick flicks. What do you wanna watch?”

Coral pink lips purse. "I guess, maybe, a thriller? I'm not really a fan of romantic flicks lately, I guess."

        Wrapping a strong arm around slender shoulders, she just held the doctor close, as if letting go meant it’d be forever. Harper had lost so much, and quite frankly had grown incredibly dependent on the other whether she liked it or not.           ”This part is so graphic—” She pointed at the screen, tossing another piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know if it’s suitable for you, Bec. You might want to cover your eyes.” There was no occasion a sex scene wasn’t awkward to watch, no matter what company you were with. “How is she so flexible? That man is going to break her legs!” Okay, so maybe gratuitous sex scenes weren’t uncomfortable for Agent Harper, especially since she was now making commentary.

"Why are we watching this again on Netflix? It's an awful representation."

Resident Evil Remake caps ⇢ Chris' scenario [10/∞];

#rebeccachambers wearing a flower crown from #residentevil !

               { ΉӨЩᄂ!! } ❝Look, I… I, ah, know                this guy. Think he was connected,                but ya gotta give me somethin’ to                go off of here. What went down in                that city?❞

"Some guy connected with Umbrella? That's the organization that did all this. They released a biohazardous virus into the air and infected thousands. The city had to be wiped out to prevent further infection."

"Yeah, I am. How’d you know, by the way?" Surprise hit the teen as to how the other knew.

"Consider it an educated guess." A chuckle before she adds, "Your school uniform gives it away."

         It was hard not to laugh really, especially as she just watched Rebecca searching through her long brown locks for a piece of popcorn. A hand reached out, flicking the popped kernel out and onto her hand. Without thinking, she popped that very piece into her mouth as they watched the movie.          Amber eyes blinked, and then she turned to her friend with a rather confused look. “Did I just- eat your hair popcorn?” Her nose scrunched up playfully, pretending to be absolutely disgusted by it. “So gross. No telling when you ever wash your hair, but judging by how good you smell I’m hoping it’s not too dirty.”       There wasn’t another word, but instead infectious laughter. She had no idea why it was so hilarious, but damn… she needed to laugh more than anything and so did Rebecca.

Slender fingertips would reach into the bowl and grab a piece of kernel. She proceeds then to throw it at Helena in return. "You can be a jerk sometimes, Helena."

               { ΉӨЩᄂ!! } ❝Came up on record. Somethin’                about an anniversary. What went down there?                What happened?❞

"So many people died in that city, but I don't know all the details. I left Raccoon City before it happened. But - even before that day something awful happened."

         ”Popcorn goes surprisingly well with wine- I’ll go make it. Don’t you move.” She wanted Rebecca to feel as comfortable as possible, and not burdened with any sort of task. Helena remembered how painful it was to go through heartbreak and just the simplest of tasks were tedious.           Soon, the smell of buttery goodness was smelt through out Becca’s house. It always made watching movies just that much better. “Next time we do this at my place. I have surround sound and a 70’ screen.” So, maybe Harper had gotten a little bored in the time between them not speaking. Bored enough to make a miniature home theater.        She placed the bowl right in between the two of them, tossing a piece of popcorn right at her friend. Her smile turned into a grin, which then turned into a chuckle. “Sorry Bec, thought you’d catch it with your mouth- not your hair…”

She only has a little time to react when she feels something hit her hair. Helena is chuckling, and Rebecca manages a halfhearted glower. "Rude," she says, reaching up to pat at her hair, trying to find it. "Where is it anyways?:

The more she persisted, the more he doubted himself. Maybe he was Chris, after all, but whoever Rebecca wanted to find - it wasn’t him. The last thing he needed was to get a young woman’s hopes up only to crush them. Better to deny it outright than think for a moment. Better not to think at all. It was easy to see she was uncomfortable, walking along with this hulk of a man who hung his head like he was trying to bury himself in his jacket, thick wisps of grey smoke like the grey in his hair, nose no longer able to pick up the scent of liquor on his breath. Too old for this shit. As she spoke, he listened - it was a distraction. Whoever this Chris was, he sounded like an ass. “Dunno what your friend would be doin’ in a hell hole like this, kid. The locals say some shit went down half a year back, nobody ‘as been comin’ through since. ‘Cept you." It was odd, leading her around, but it carried an uncomfortable tinge of familiarity. Her presence, leading people. Heavy shoulders gave a shrug, glancing over to look at her one more. "I don’t mind. Carry on, if y’want.” Better than listening to people yell in a language he didn’t know, or care to know, being kicked out after one too many drinks. Maybe she’d be willing to lend him some cash, but making sure she got somewhere safely was the least he could do. Maybe he’d get some good karma, not that he believed in it. Didn’t know what he believed in any more. ”Hey - you said you were a Doctor or somethin’, right?" Had she? Couldn’t remember. "I got this thing, like, nightmares but more real. Can’t sleep. No one around ‘ere fuckin’ speaks English, so they aren’t any help.” The list of problems was as long as his bar tab; he remembered waking up in a hospital and walking for days, occasionally he can see monsters, can feel fire burning behind his eyes and this scream, the click of heels. It doesn’t make any sense. More visions come and go, but it’s never a nightmare, never able to afford the luxury of sleep. Then, there’s the constant shaking, the tremors in his arms. The bottle isn’t the weight he’s used to having in his hands, whatever used to be there, but it drowns out enough. ”Nevermind, actually. It doesn’t matter. Y’got shit to do and I can’t afford t’pay you.”

"Dreams are a result of the subconscious. All of your dreams have meaning to your feelings. A lot of the time what you were thinking about before your slept manifests in your dream." She pauses as she reaches up to brush her bangs out of her eyes. "I haven't studied much psychology. Just some Jung and Freud. But, I guess I know simple concepts and ideas. If you're having certain dreams or nightmares your best bet is to first ask yourself why you think you're having those particular ones."

A hand was put out in dismay at the woman’s statement, but not to be rude of course. “Maybe, but in either case its a pleasure to meet you Rebecca, i’m Ichigo.”

"The pleasure is all mine!" she chirps back, her voice cheerful. "Let's see. Let me guess. You must be in high school, right?"