Trouble in Paradise (Resident Evil Rp)

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

A Private Resident Evil Roleplay between Lovely Claire Redfield and The Darc Knight. Please do not post in this thread.

*Note* If you'd like to join this roleplay you may message me and I may open up slots and make this roleplay public to you lovely Gaian people <3

[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 Panama City 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Cautious『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

(Prologue; a few weeks before)

It was a calm morning on this day in the South American city. The weather, much like always had called for a day starting with a cool breeze and bright skies. Even in the less refined parts of town movement was little. Among the few people out was a strange looking foreigner. Tall and blonde, he was covered in cuts and bandages and wore a medical shirt and pants. He walked disoriented, trying to determine just where he was. "Huh......" He walked past a newspaper stand with several publications with Panama and Panama City written on them. "South America...." It was but a start for Wesker, free at last after who knew how long of being tested on. Found weak, in that volcano in Africa, his regenerative powers pushed far beyond their limits, he's body was broken beaten mess, easily captured to be studied. He'd learn that much from listening to his captors. And once the opportunity to escape had presented itself, he had taken it. Now began the time for him to plot his revenge. "They shall all pay...."

(Out Of C-Virus)

I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

๑•ิ.•ั๑Jill Valentine๑•ิ.•ั๑

xxxxxxx๑•ิ.•ั๑No matter how many people stand in my way..๑•ิ.•ั๑ddddddd xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

-- Present Time---


Pointless. That was the word that continually surfaced in the B.S.A.A. soldiers mind as the timely alarm awoke her from her dreamless sleep. Jill rubbed her eyes letting out the usual groan of annoyance as she hit the snooze button to stop the repeating beep that could drive anyone insane. The skilled soldier against bio terrorism laid there for a few moments more before she began to untangle herself from the sheets around her, the heat of the day already causing humidity to rise in her small place she was staying at. Finally getting released from the bed's hold, Miss Valentine moved forward towards the closet sized bathroom with intent on getting ready for the day but as the skilled fighter reached for her tooth brush she paused in front of the mirror that reflected the slowly awakening woman.

Blonde Hair. Something Jill had to unfortunately had to get use to as dyes of any kind didn't have any effect of her viral bleached hair it seemed. Each time she looked upon on the light colored waves they reminded her of the horrible events that happened in Africa. The daily torture of injections of her blood, the sleeping chamber she was forced into when she wasn't of use. Jill Valentine could hardly forget the cruel intentions of the once Captain of her Team who wanted to destroy the world and become some kind of self righteous God. Mostly though her hair reminded her of unwilling punches and kicks she threw towards her own Partner Chris, the P30 device causing her to strike against him. Perhaps that's why the once valued member of the B.S.A.A. had been transferred to the little urban city of Panama for patrol and investigation of the safety of the Panama Canal against Bio terrorism. Her superiors thought she couldn't handle active duty after what happened, the conclusive answer had her hands in fist in anger at that ridiculous call by the upper floor. The bold warrior had went through many ordeals including the fall of Raccoon City, the twin ships that had dealt with the Terragrigia incident, and the ticking time bomb of a mansion in Arkley Woods and Jill made it through Africa despite what some may say. Wesker was dead by Chris and Sheva's hands and the blonde haired member of B.S.A.A. refused to let the past control her..there were more important things to worry about. With one more glance at the Jill turned her back on the person looking back at her and began to get ready for her pointless day at the small headquarters downtown.


(Out Of Coffee :


-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Jill's apartment- Panama City
-What I'm thinking- I'm strong enough, why don't they see that I can still fight this war?
-What I'm packing- Nothing on me now







I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 Panama City 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Mildly tired『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

The sun was slowly rising in the horizon, not that it had much meaning for Wesker. Ever since his escape, his sleeping habits had been short and erratic. He'd been out all night as it had been the case every other night. After his escape, he had desperately needed money, for that his how this world moved. The easiest solution had been low budget street fights which he had wandered into on his second night out. It was a dive, with cheap women and alcoholics that were but a drain and a parasite on this world. He'd had no problems taken them all down. The trick had been hiding his powers enough to not arouse any suspension. After a few weeks of living among the trash of Panama, learning about the underworld and looking for clues as to his abductors, Wesker had amassed enough currency to get himself cleaned up and back in a more manageable appearance.

Lost in though as to what his next moves would be, he passed by a hotel, neither luxurious nor cheap-looking, it served his purposes nicely. "This will do, until I can track down more information." He grunted and stepped in, no doubt garnering the attention of the few people around. He wore a black dirty tank top, a gray greasy short sleeve shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Even grimmer was his unshaven beard and wavy uncombed hair. He walked to the desk and pulled out a wad of cash before he could hear any complaints. "I'll take your biggest room, a full breakfast and I'll want a tailor sent up by ten." His gaze didn't allow for any arguments, which meant minutes later he was in his new top floor hotel room, stripping to step into a shower. "To think i have been reduced to dirtying my hands with drinks and killing low level crooks for money. I will destroy whoever has done this to me." Those killings he'd committed had been blamed on gang violence just as he had planned. For now he was in the clear, unaware of a familiar resident of this hotel, some floors below.

(Out Of C-Virus)

I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

๑•ิ.•ั๑Jill Valentine๑•ิ.•ั๑

xxxxxxx๑•ิ.•ั๑No matter how many people stand in my way..๑•ิ.•ั๑ddddddd xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It didn't take long for the once active duty fighter to get ready for the grueling day she would have sitting at a desk in the tiny cubicle of the B.S.A.A. The faded pin-strip business attire seemed to be fitting despite the skirt that it had but she had learned from the incident in Raccoon city that she could deal with anything that came to her despite the outfit she chose. Putting on the gun holster though gave her a relieved feeling that her superiors at least had given her such instead of revoking her gun use altogether, considering they seemed to not see her as a valued player on the chessboard anymore. Another sigh of pure annoyance escaped her lips as the thought entered her mind, hopefully she could prove herself stable for more assignments in active work instead of this waiting around. Most people wouldn't be so antsy to throw themselves into dangerous situations where being eaten and/or turned into a monster, but Jill's was a different kind of soldier. The Valentine woman had been mixed up in this mess since the beginning of Umbrella's thoughts, she had seen many horrors enough for a thousand life times but the once Raccoon police officer had to see this through. Jill had teammates, comrades, and friends die in front of her. Had cuts, bruises, and felt death creep close to her but she survived. She was a survivor and she would be sure to fight along with the other people who were like her till no one else needed to fear against the viral weaponry people had created for profit.

The thought was her true motivation as she quickly moved around the room to gather all the things she needed for the day, her B.S.A.A. ID badge a huge priority as she snatched it off the night table she had left it on yesterday. The clip that allowed her to attach the tag to her clothing seemed a little loose as she clipped in on her jacket quickly while multitasking to grab her keys and move out the door. With a satisfying lock of the door as she pulled her hotel room door closed, she headed to the elevator with a fast pace sent after a glance at the watch on her hand that told her she had to get moving. The elevator ride seemed to take forever but Jill knew she had faced worse time crunches and elevator situations when it came to trying to defend herself in such a small place against B.O.W.s and she just was glad she didn't need to relive it now. As the blonde haired operative exited the elevator though, the metal hook of her badge snapped and her ID fell to the floor of the small box leaving Jill unaware of her loss of identification as she left the building without it.


(Out Of Coffee :


-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Heading to work
-What I'm thinking- This day will drag forever, hopefully I'll be transferred soon..
-What I'm packing- Beretta standard issue, combat knife in holster


Clothing




I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 Local hotel, Penthouse 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Confident『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

"This will do indeed," the dastardly blonde proclaimed while starring at himself in the mirror. Bathed, shaved and now dressed thanks to his ill-gotten funds, Wesker was now dressed back in a black two piece suit and T-shirt underneath. He had just finished combing his hair and took a few seconds to stare himself down, pleased. His orange eyes looked back at him in the mirror. Hiding them had only been only difficult at first, till he managed to still a pathetic pair of aviators from some random thug on the streets. He now had a much better pair which were more to his usual fancy, which helped him feel more at ease.

Fully dressed, it was time for him to once more to fully dedicate himself to tracking those who'd used him. "...And make them regret their actions before I end them, painfully." Out the door, moments later he was summoning the elevator. The doors parted open and he stepped in. As he selected the lobby, he felt his shoe stepping on something. He looked down to see some kind of badge. Picking it up and taking a better look, he was unable to hide the swarm of emotions that flooded into him. Clearly the badged belong to the South American BSAA agent Jill Valentine. So many thoughts came to him at once: She was here! Could she know about him? Was she staying in the same hotel? The elevator doors parted open once more, revealing the main lobby. Wesker composed himself and walked out, outwardly looking as calm as ever, though inside it was nothing of the kind.

Out in the sidewalk, he took another look at the badge again. "Fates seem to have more in store for us dear Jill." He knew the BSAA had an office here. It was a very small local group though, more of a recon unit than an actual combat team. That meant that she was here because someone did not see her fit for full duty: either herself or her superiors. He dwelled on this as he began walking. His goal was to investigate the building from which he had escaped. He had checked the outskirts and found nothing, so it was time to go inside. No doubt it had been cleaned out, but he expected to find some kind of clues. The BSAA office was in the way though. With that settled, he let a small grin creep unto his lips as he made his way.

(Out Of C-Virus

Current outfit)

I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

๑•ิ.•ั๑Jill Valentine๑•ิ.•ั๑

xxxxxxx๑•ิ.•ั๑No matter how many people stand in my way..๑•ิ.•ั๑ddddddd xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It seemed that Jill Valentine's day was just getting better and better as her desk had been stacked with yet another hefty folder that probably had to do with some new protocol or perhaps it happened to a file detailing the the viral structure of the aged virus of the Tyrant. It seemed that showing up to the building without her badge had earned her the punishment of needing to go through these files, the blonde haired protagonist looked around to the three others that would occupying the small building they were in for the time being, it seemed that like her the two men and young woman working weren't too thrilled on this now late Tuesday morning as well. Jill didn't blame them, being in the stuff office wasn't exactly the choice job when one signed up for B.S.A.A. but the job had to be done by someone in even though it seemed like a deadbeat job of filing and reports, things like these did make a difference when it came to figuring out the early symptoms of a possible new black market power.

The once brunette woman took this minute of a breather and retied her hair into the long ponytail that she had gained a habit in doing since it grew so long and then flipped the cover of the folder open to take a look at what type of filing she needed to complete. What was facing her now was a slight shock to her as she recognized the picture of the dark haired man instantly. Her old partner's picture stared up at her with a serious expression set in his eyes, the once air force-once raccoon city cop's picture seemed more like a mug shot which had her slightly laugh at despite what the file read. It seemed that the once Chris Redfield was back on the books it seemed afters disappearance when his team had been killed in Edonia. The survivor of the bio-terrorism worried about him everyday when she heard about the attack that had happened and injured the brother of the Redfield bunch, which sent him into a runaway from the B.S.A.A. I guess it would seem smart for the superiors to set the trouble making Ex- S.T.A.R.S. member on desk duty from one place to another in order to keep the soldier from running off to go find him...for they knew she would run around the world to find him. "Good to see your still breathing Chris..." Jill whispered under her breath with a smile as the document had agreed with her statement that the dark haired captain was about to be sent back to the U.S. for a briefing of past assignment, hopefully the blue eyed Jill would see her own picture staring back with an assignment to pack her stuff and go to the states and main headquarters for reassignment. Maybe one day she'd become the rookie on Chris's team, though she'd have a good case of beginners luck against some of the other recruits


(Out Of Coffee :


-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Filing
-What I'm thinking- One of these days..
-What I'm packing- Beretta standard issue, combat knife in holster


Clothing




I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 Behind hamburger cart 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Attentative『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

Less than an hour till noon, the streets were now busing with activity. People walked up and down the sidewalks, consumed in their own affairs. While this suited Wesker's need perfectly, he nevertheless hated having to commonly walk among the mindless masses he hated so. It was not so long ago he had been mere steps from unleashing a plan that would have wiped them all off and rewritten humanity. Now however was not the time to dwell on the past. He'd taken some detours to shake down some contacts he'd already made. Though they weren't too trustworthy, they were kept in check by fear. If necessary, he already had a small underground network to deal with any...unknowns.

Some blocks down the road, the man in black spotted a sign that informed the people of the location of BSAA's local office. "Well well..." It wasn't much to look at for sure, and he believed now that Jill would not be in such a place willingly, which suited him just fine. He favored any for of suffering Jill and Chris endured after sabotaging his plans all those years ago. Closing the distance between himself and the building, he stood on the opposite street behind some fast food cart vendors, scoping the building out. He looked at a clock on a store wall and saw lunch would be soon. Though he didn't have to eat, he allowed himself some 20 minutes or so of additional reconnaissance of the BSAA office. At the very least he would wait to see what kind of personnel might get in his way as he carried out his revenge.

(Out Of C-Virus

Current outfit)

I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

๑•ิ.•ั๑Jill Valentine๑•ิ.•ั๑

xxxxxxx๑•ิ.•ั๑No matter how many people stand in my way..๑•ิ.•ั๑ddddddd xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jill bright blue eyes became glued to the files that were of Chris Redfield's. Data on past mission as well as history after his entrance into the B.S.A.A. was detailed in the folder's depths that seemed to only grow more interesting as time had continued. Looking at one page you could see the results of her and her partner's trip to Russia where they found down the main branch of Red Umbrella. On the next page Jill found herself remembering the time where she and Chris were trying to meet up with his younger sibling Claire who was also involved with the fight against this viral science. If the blonde knew anything, Chris would of done anything to keep his little sister out of all this hell but it seemed that when young Claire had traveled to Raccoon city to look for her brother she had found herself surrounded by zombies and monsters like Jill faced. A meet up between the Redfield bunch had been made but it seemed that somehow Umbrella was able to pull a fast one and captured her before they could meet. The thief-turned-cop-turned-bio-terrorism fighter remembered the toll it took on Chris when they found out about Claire and she didn't even attempt to stop him from going to search for her at Rockfort Prison then at Antarctica. When both brother and sister came back safe, her partner in crime had revealed to her that Wesker had in had been alive and more than human in his own eyes. Clearly the news had shocked her that their traitorous captain was alive and more that well, but Jill never thought that his resurrection would of led to what happened in Africa.

Half expecting to know what was in the file further she didn't feel like reading into memory lane of her mind control through Chris' report. Only bad memories of hellish testing, and mental games to break her existed in the past. Though the faint small scars on her chest proved that that chapter would always exist in her life and wasn't something so simple to get by. No! Wesker's dead. Time to move on to the other scumbags that need to be stopped. Jill scolded herself and pushed the file away from her. As if fate had other plans, a loose paper from the Chris's folder had slipped out and took flight off her desk. Doing a few dives and drifts, Jill stood from her chair to snatch the paper back up in order to blindly shove it in the folder again but as the small page landed on the ground face up, the mere image that was on the crisp white material had her eyes widen with question and alarm. A face of a ghost from her past seemed to stare at her yet it wasn't the same but equally as scary. A face of a young man stared at her, no color deemed necessary on this mere document that someone thought was merely a bystander but Jill thought differently. Who is this? He look so much like... The woman with no fear of B.O.W.s didn't dare say the name of who the boy's picture looked like, but questions of her past began to pop like popcorn in her head. Why was there a pictured of someone that ghostly resembled her most hated foe and why was nothing said to her? Was Chris keeping something from her? Why was she so thrown from the loop?

Suddenly she found herself shocked out of her questions of the woman's voice next to her, Jill quickly grabbing the paper and standing up to look to her office mate who had spoke up. "Hey Jill, the guys are picking up lunch. Want anything?" The young girl she believed named Rita informed her with a chipper voice. "I'm fine, thanks though" Jillian responded back with a forced smile as she went back to her seat with the document, not paying attention to the two co-workers walking out, leaving her and Rita to hold the fort. Also she could do was stare at the picture with question, not realizing that the man who she was comparing the man's photo to was standing outside.


(Out Of Coffee : I decided to give it a spin and add a lovely picture of your Son in there, feel free to notice it if you come in XD ))


-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Panama City B.S.A.A. Headquarters
-What I'm thinking- Who is this? Is Chris hiding something?!
-What I'm packing- Beretta standard issue, combat knife in holster


Clothing




I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 Behind hamburger cart 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Attentative『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

Wesker was starring at his watch, deep in thought. Another minute or so... His priorities were still on searching the building where he'd been held and studied. Still he wanted to ensure the BSAA would not be an issue. Hence he had diverted here long enough to do some recon work. As he lowered his arm and looked back up, a small group of BSAA members walked out of the building. They were chatting and all smiles as one placed a sign that read Spanish for CLOSED. Within a minute they were gone to the cafe next door. One face was missing though. He had expected to see Jill amongst the group, since her card had been misplaced in the hotel. He turned his attention back on the group that was out though. "Clearly not the best and the brightest." They had left the building abandoned. No doubt they all wore phones in case someone needed to get a hold of them, but it gave Wesker the opening he needed.

Crossing the street amongst the rabble, the tall blonde in black casually walked towards the office building. More particularly an alleyway. Once there he scoped the area. He needed an entrance to the building that wouldn't give away his unauthorized entry. So far he had only come across a small but high window, no doubt mainly as a ventilation source. It was a good place to first get an initial assessment of the building. Keeping his body to the side, he inched his face to the window to look in. He saw a lonely figure sitting at a desk. Seems not everyone.... His thoughts were cut by the sudden realization of who it was. "Damn," he whispered and pulled back from the window. Jill Valentine, his former underling, enemy and play thing was not on the field as he had assumed when she had not been with the group that left for lunch. Sure he hadn't been spotted, he took a moment to wonder if there was a way to use this to his advantage.

(Out Of C-Virus Lol, decided not to go in just yet.)

Current outfit

I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

๑•ิ.•ั๑Jill Valentine๑•ิ.•ั๑

xxxxxxx๑•ิ.•ั๑No matter how many people stand in my way..๑•ิ.•ั๑ddddddd xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

As the office cleared of operatives except for the two woman, the steady hum of the air conditioning unit was the only thing that seemed to be heard except for the occasion keystrokes today came from Rita's computer. It seemed like the daily ritual of this place that a group of them would travel down to the small cafe nearby. If Jill hadn't been so stunned and confused about the mysterious Wedker look alike, she could've definitely went for a cup of strong coffee as she knew they were famous for. Despite the tempting offer of such a delight the idea of even eating or drinking anything had her stomach knot as she opened up the Redfield again and began to move into the later history that she had been attempting to forget and move on from. The incident of Kinjuju was decorated over the file. From loss of B.S.A.A operatives to the death count of all known ememies. Irving, Excella, and most importantly Wesker was identified in these numbers. Page after page of detail from the reports that Chris had to make was listed, from the start of the mission where their informant was killed by a monster thing of an executioner, to the volcanic demise of Wesker. If the past was merely a fictitious story, her partners report would make one hell of a novel.. No matter if the ending had zombies rule the world, it would be a better love story than Twilight.

Finally the woman with famous anti-bodied got into some of the juicer details of Chris' encounter with herself who had been under the influence and control oh the P-30 device. A recollection of the image ran through her mind, her eyes laying on Chris and dark skin partner of his as the dark hood had been lifted of her head by the monster so called god. Jill could still see the confusion, betrayal, hurt, and the slight sign of relief for her being alive in his eyes as he stated back with his own dark eyes. A chemical haze kept her from shouting out Wesker's plans and warn them, the toxic running through her veins made her the perfect soldier. The once brunette remembered the weeks of experiments to get the right doseage to control her fully, during those times she fought the most as she realized what he had planned to do. Albert Wesker had been diluted into thinking of himsrlf as a god after his reawakening in the Spencer estate long ago. As Chris had gotten in his way on more than one occasion, the hatred between the two only seemed to grow, and the need to put Wesker down for justice seemed like the only way to go. Becoming his puppet in his plan was nothing of her intention as she had been fully prepared to die in the mansion when she took him by surprise and both fell from that window. She had lucked on in one way... Only to lose in another.

Finally the incident of China and Edonia came into play in these reports. The fall of her old partner's team, his second in command Piers finding his a** in some hellhole and bring him back, and then the tragic fall of the man who sacrificed himself as Jill had done for Chris before. She could only wish that she could of met the guy, her eyes glazing over Piers Nivans picture before looking at the details of the case. Unfortunately for her the file came to a close quickly after that, no detail or anything on the man in the picture except for a talk of running into a DSO agent and a some by the letter J. Jill looked at the single letter with suspicion as usually reports didn't give nicknames nor were to be vague on detail. The idea of calling Chris with question rose in her mind but she honestly didn't know what to say to him, as saying she had been snooping his file in the backshack of Pansma wouldn't be the best conversation starter. As she sat their the idea of calling a teammate of her own came to mind as perhaps Parker might know something about this. Jill decided though she could use the caffeine boost before calling and she lifted herself from her seat and moved to other room where a small coffee pot sat, the files sprawled out on her desk.


(Out Of Coffee : lol no problem))


-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Panama City B.S.A.A. Headquarters
-What I'm thinking- Coffee First, the a call to Parker
-What I'm packing- Beretta standard issue, combat knife in holster


Clothing




I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 Alleyway 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Spy/Stalker『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

As he stood in an alley next to the Panama headquarters of the BSAA, Wesker noted he had two choices at current to make. The first, would be to leave now. He had determined that Jill was indeed here in Panama, but she was not his biggest target. Had Chris been here, he would have considered things differently. But Jill...he had tortured her and used her to further his goals for two years. Still, she was no doubt one of the few people on the planet who had a penchant for ruining his plans. Though as of now his plans did not include remaking the world in his own ideals. His second choice was to eliminate her, and the unknown element she presented. She appeared to be alone but she was inside the BSAA office. There were to many unknowns for him to risk going in there to finish her off. Decisions....decisions....

As he took a few more seconds to mull over these choices, he had failed to notices a semi-reflective object on the dumpster next to him. From his angle, he had not seen the desk of the other woman, but she (Rita) had a line of site to Wesker reflection on the object. She had not noticed it at first, but Jill standing up and leaving had caused her too look up from her work and crane her neck to release some stress. To her it appeared as though some...man in black was crouching out in the alley. "Hey, Jill," she whispered, hoping to not tip the man outside, even though the window was closed. "Hey Jill, I see someone sneaking around outside."

(Out Of C-Virus Poor Wesker forgot how to sneak.)

Current outfit

I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

๑•ิ.•ั๑Jill Valentine๑•ิ.•ั๑

xxxxxxx๑•ิ.•ั๑No matter how many people stand in my way..๑•ิ.•ั๑ddddddd xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Office coffee wasn't exactly her cup of tea per say but being on the run from Umbrella backlash and invading bio-terroristic hot spots had taught her a lot of lessons, one of them being to coup with what you have. The now desk-bound operative though found a faint smile rise to her lips as she treated herself to two sugar packets and a cream. Most on the time on missions it was a blessing to get coffee even and being on the move most of them had her paying more attention to her weapons and ammo..not her coffee having cream and sugar.The hot caffeinated liquid touched her lips with a satisfying taste despite the slight burning sensation it brought to her mouth. As Jill sipped on the coffee, the short lived thought of the coffee beans left her mind, leaving her to try and piece together what she was going to say to her once partner on the ship from hell. It only seemed fitting to to ask the man who reminded her of Barry so much for help in what this strange coincidence of identities between the monster from her past and the boy in this simple ID photo. Jill didn't believe in chance when it came to something like this, there had to be a reason why Chris held the photo in his file...but with no name on her end she had to go search one way or another for answers to this hide and seek game.

Removing her from her thoughts tough was the soft almost hushed alarming voice of Rita, informing her that someone was outside the office. By the sound of the young girl's voice, whoever she saw seeing at the moment...they clearly weren't here because of a mere stroll through the neighborhood. Jill had reacted within seconds, the coffee in the counter and the gun was removed from the holster. The familiar feeling of having the cool metal of the weapon in her hands had her satisfied for a brief moment, like feeling alive again. The daughter of the famous thief quickly found her training kick in, keeping keeping herself in the back where she could not be scene by the window. " Stay here and stay Calm Rita, keep your hand by the phone. Jill whispered back, her voice holding a leader quality though had a soothing sound to it to keep her fellow comrade and officemate calm as she moved towards the back exit that would spill out into the alley. With all her luck, it could be merely a homeless fellow lurking by the windows or even a teenager or two playing on private property. With quick steps made towards the back left door, her gun was trained at her side, calmed breathing followed suit as she would follow protocol and figure out who Rita had seen. It seemed that Jill wasn't expected to see who she saw when she pushed the door open with her gun lowered to the ground first but would soon rise to take aim and shoot then ask questions.


(Out Of Coffee : Eh not a fan of this post XP it'll do lolz ))


-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Panama City B.S.A.A. Headquarters/ alleyway
-What I'm thinking- Who could be outside? Clearly wasn't ready for this curveball..
-What I'm packing- Beretta standard issue, combat knife in holster


Clothing




I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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[The Darc Knight]

↺ Albert Wesker ↻

『ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ』 BSAA Alleyway 『ＭＯＯＤ』 Surprised!『ＳＴＡＴＵＳ』 100%

Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction..

Before he had reached a final decision on what to do, the choice was taken from him the moment the back door to the building swung open, with the familiar blonde agent stepping out. Wesker himself had been startled, and betrayed that that turned his head quickly and in a jumpy manner to the sounds of Jill sneaking behind him. He could however see far more surprise, and quickly anger, on Jill's features. There was no room for doubt that she wanted revenge on Wesker for all the pain he had brought her. He understood that well, and quickly thought that he could use it against her.

"Grrr!" Wesker eyes glowed red, his course of action quickly decided as he grinned like a cornered animal and jumped in one single leap to land on top of the alleyways wall and try to escape. It was his intention to have Jill follow him all the way to the secret lab he wanted to investigate. With any luck he could use her to see if the BSAA knew more, than he'd kill her there and blame it on whoever last controlled the building. ]And she will follow... he thought, fully confident in his makeshift plan.

(Out Of C-Virus Not the best post, but it'll do to keep the story going.)

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I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!

[Lovely Claire Redfield]

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Those red eyes. The mere flash of them behind the shades had memories rush back into her mind on where she saw those eyes. The Spencer estate invasion had been her first sighting of them as she and Chris stormed into the room were Wesker had been finishing up with the elder Umbrella member. The hellfire like glow they had had shocked her despite her partner's warnings about them from before, but yet she could help but stare at the change of appearance the supposed dead man went through after his revival with use of viral weaponry. After Jill had made the sacrifice and thrown her and Wesker out that window though, those eyes surely haunted her throughout her entire captivity. Death would of been more suitable for her at that time she had been tested on and mind controlled by the devil himself, death would of been a gift at that time. Her light of escape had been when Chris torn the spiderlike device off her, cutting the drug from her system cold turkey style and for that she was able to live again.

Seeing the deviled man with the quick grin on his face she knew too well had her heart freeze almost, each needle stab and and blacklash she had flashing into her mind from the time in Africa when she saw that familiar dark look. Within moments though Wesker made an unhuman leap upward and was able to clutch onto the wall of the alley building and make a swift exit of escape. The BSAA operative found her gun quickly jerking in that direction and a shots rang out with attempt to shoot him, Jill's voice rung out into the alleyway loud enough for young Rita inside to hear her. "Rita, code 423, hostile in the area, going to persue.Call in backup downtown! Contact Main, tell them Wesker's alive!" The last words came out almost in disbelief tone with all her emotions put into that mere statement. Without time to dilly dally the once active operative quickly went after the man of horror from her past, her shoes slamming into the pavement with a fast pace as her gun felt at home in her hands and ready for use. With each twist and turn she made whilte trying her best to keep up with the black dressed villain, she grew further away from the Panama headquarters. She just hope Rita was quick with her message to get back up and get a message to B.S.A.A. that their #1 criminal was still walking around..especially have Chris know about this.


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-How I'm doing- ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 100%
-Where I'm at- Streets heading towards abandon building
-What I'm thinking- How can he be Alive?! Damn it!
-What I'm packing- Beretta standard issue, combat knife in holster


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I will fight against bio terrorism until it no longer exists.. dddddddddd
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