It was spring... probably about April or May, 1996. And as usual, business was slow for the Raccoon City Police department; quiet city Colorado wasn't exactly what you'd call a hotbed of criminal activity, though they did have their flash-in-the-pans when thug teenagers would get antsy and knock over a gas station, or someone would call in a bomb ( Read more... )

Sure enough, in all his glory (that being his boxer shorts and a t-shirt), Kevin lays on his couch and is watching his usual soap operas while he recuperates. His belongings are still mostly unpacked, but his furniture and important electrical devices are all hooked up.

His color is starting to come back and he looks healthier. He's had the ( Read more... )

Hey everyone involved with the Outbreak RP survivinghorror--I was thinkin', since it's May and people have been busy through April with finals/plots or whatever, we can start the actual original arcs back up when Dru and the others that are on hiatus get back ( Read more... )

Pegged. ( Damn. )

It happens late on Thursday night ( Read more... )

Kevin pulls into the parking lot of the Brooklyn building on Friday afternoon. ( Lucinda was suspiciously quiet today. )

I HATE THE FUCKING NEXUS

Two at once, hah.

Post if you wanna know what Kevin thinks of your character, OOCly, and/or ask something you've always wanted to know about him. If anything.

It's his third day in his new apartment, fifth day at his new job. Kevin's pretty proud of how well he's adjusting, considering the severity of the move ( Read more... )

"Is that everything?"

Kevin is busy standing, hands on his hips, taking a long last look at his painfully ( vacant apartment. )