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Aug 25, 2011 23:53

WHO: Chris and Jill
WHAT: Chris tracking down Jill.
WHEN: Early eveningish.
WHERE: Rich district.

( As soon as... )

c: jill valentine, l: rich district, chris redfield

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[L-Late tag because my brain broke 8|] click_reload August 29 2011, 02:43:59 UTC

Jill wandered the streets of the district, not intent on being found. Her orders had been to leave the room, and until she was called back she was left with little purpose and no where else to go. She was once again draped in that cloak, mask adorning her face, as she kept to the shadows and the alleyways.

She wanted nothing more than to ditch the heavy material, to walk free, but that was something she couldn't do. The habit of slinking about had been ingrained with the training she received. Do the job, quick, quiet--unseen and unheard. She was a ghost, nothing more than that ( ... )

[IT'S OKAY I know the feeling >_>] roidfield September 2 2011, 20:05:28 UTC

Persistence was certainly one of Chris's virtues but it wasn't quite working out for him right now, apparently. He had no intention of giving up or anything of the sort but he hadn't quite realised how large the district was. Tracking someone down here who didn't want to be found could take a while... but Jill did want to be found, didn't she? He had to believe that. He didn't know the full situation yet, didn't know whether Wesker had a hand in all this. Didn't matter either way ( ... )

[<3 We'll get the hang of this eventually?] click_reload September 5 2011, 22:30:17 UTC

She had begun to turn around, planning to make her way back to to the hotel and alert Wesker that their target had been drawn into the cross-hairs. That programmed reaction was stopped by the quiet call of her name. She stopped, standing stalk still in that alleyway.

How long had it been since she was able to truly war with herself for control? How long since she felt she might actually win a shred of it back? All she needed was a moment, just one small moment to respond.

The silence that followed his call was deafening, baring down on her in that small alley. It felt like an eternity, her thoughts running rapidly through her mind, her adrenaline spiking as her heart hammered in her chest. She fought, hands gripping at her head as a pained cry escaped her, cutting the silence as she sank to her knees.