Nexus 100 Drabbles: Part 1
001. Beginnings.
Notes: Ickle!Jill and her daddy. Fanon.
"Daddy, what's that?"
A six-year-old Jill asks, peering up over the dining room table where her father is at work. The tall Dick Valentine sits, glasses perched at the end of his nose, fiddling with some sort of locking mechanism in his long fingers. In his other hand, he holds a simple, yet effective lock pick.
"It's a lock pick, my dear." Jill's father replies in a distant, distracted tone.
"It looks like a bent paper clip." The child observes, climbing into her father's lap without warning.
Dick gives a frustrated 'hmph' and sets down the lock, but holds the pick up. Then, he laughs and kisses Jill's forehead.
"That's exactly what it is, honey."
002. Middles.
Notes: Pre-RE1. I can't imagine that green/red/blue herbs would taste that great...
'The forests around Raccoon City are known for their herbs,' the booklet says. It's a guide to Raccoon City, put together by Umbrella, Incorporated. 'The herbs have healing properties and, when mixed with other herbs, may cure many a malady.'
Jill has been in Raccoon City for a few days now, trying to get herself acclimated before she reports to the police station for duty. It's a sunny afternoon, so she's decided to take a hike on one of the trails just out of town.
A little bit off the beaten path, Jill spies a small bush of green herbs. Upon closer inspection, the herb matches the picture found in he booklet. 'Green-leafed herbs can be ingested without any prior preparation.'
She plucks one leaf off of the stem and chews on it thoughtfully... before abruptly spitting it out.
"Oh, christ! They didn't say anything about how bad it'd taste..." She grumbles to herself as she rips an advertisement out of the booklet, folds it in half and lays the herb in the page's crease.
003. Ends.
Notes: The end of RE3... I really don't think it was a super happy fun "omg yay we lived :D" ending after the final fade to black... but that's just me.
They'd just barely made it out of the city alive. Carlos Oliveria and Jill Valentine had been miraculously saved by Jill's S.T.A.R.S. comrade, Barry Burton. As their helicopter flies away, tail turned toward Ground Zero (formerly Raccoon City), Jill just stares at the window. Her forehead is resting against the glass.
"It's over Jill, it's over. We're alive. Relax." Carlos rests his hand on Jill's shoulder, and only then does she notice she's shaking. Sobbing, even.
"No. No it's not. I thought it was over last time, but then this happened... all those people..." She wipes at her eyes, which also causes her to smudge more dirt across her face. "Something tells me that its still not over."
004. Insides.
Notes: A pre-RE1 fanon blurb about Jill's career before S.T.A.R.S.
"What is it? What's wrong, Valentine?"
Jill can hardly hear the voice calling out to her over the roar of the two large engines. Being stuck in the belly of that large airplane wasn't as great as she'd thought it would be. She feels like throwing up.
"Huh?"
"You look a little green! Airsick?" The man yelling pantomimes throwing up with a deep laughter.
"No..." Jill shakes her head. "Just a little nervous." She grips the straps of the pouch her parachute is contained in.
"Your first jump, eh?"
She nods.
011. Red.
Notes: RE1, when the player GTFOs the labs.
"Warning! Warning! Self-destruct system activated! All personnel evacuate immediately. Disengaging all emergency locks."
Red emergency lights flash on the overhead panels as Jill runs through the narrow corridors, nearly losing her balance as she abruptly turns to go down another hallway.
"Have to find him... he's still alive..." She reassures herself. But this is no time to be scared.
It's time to be terrified. What if he isn't there? What if they don't make it out of the laboratory in time? What if the helicopter ran out of fuel?
Questions and what-ifs plague Jill's mind as she descends a long flight of steep, crooked stairs. Then, the door. A prisoner's cell.
No time is wasted. Jill grabs the handle and flings the door open.
"Chris!!"
023. Lovers.
Notes: Hooray, Nexus almost-relationships. Guest appearance by knight_eros.
"I'm never going to get over that hair of yours. Those luscious, golden locks..." Jill teases and combs her fingers through Kyle's bangs. It'd become a habit of hers, to play with his hair when they're together.
"Hey! I keep telling you, it's a Falenan style. And I just so happen to be the most fashionable knight in all of Falena!" The Queen's Knight Kyle says from his position below Jill. She's sitting on top of, and leaning over him.
"Oh yes, fashionable with that eyeshadow too, hmm?" She asks with a grin, reaching over to her night stand to grab some lipstick. Her lips are then painted with a coat of burgundy.
"Of course! All the Knights wear it..." Kyle trails off as he watches Jill apply the makeup.
"How about we add a little lipstick to complete the look?" And with that, Jill leans in to kiss Kyle on the lips. Kyle slides his hands up her thighs and hooks his thumbs in the waist of her jeans.
024. Family.
Notes: Pre-RE1 off-duty officer shenanigans. That's a mouthful.
Jill had always wanted siblings. She got them with S.T.A.R.S and the other R.P.D. officers. A group of professionals... with a bit of a dorky side. When off-duty, the efficient officers were often found horsing around and being general buffoons. A few of them had decided to go grab a bite to eat and have a few drinks. There they sit, huddled up in a booth at J's.
"Y'know, Jill, you need yourself a nickname. Hell, we've all got one. Take Redfield for example: 'Fuckface.'" Kevin Ryman says, flashing a cheesy grin to Chris, who kicks Kevin under the table.
"Yeah right, gaylord." Chris retorts, then looks to Jill. She tries her best to not choke on her beer.
"Jeezus, Fuckface! Don't make her choke!" Kevin jokes and then looks down to one of those folded advertisements tucked between the salt and pepper shakers. There's a little ad for... jellybeans, oddly enough. "Holy shit!! That's it!!"
Jill finally clears her throat so she can speak. "What is it?"
"Jellybeans...! JILLYBEANS. God, I'm smart." Kevin grins and taps his index finger against his head, indicating his smarts.
The three officers laugh uproariously, earning themselves a mean look from the people sitting nearby. This only makes it harder to stop laughing.
025. Strangers.
Notes: Pre-RE1 stuff.
Raccoon City, January 28th, 1998. 12:30 AM.
After a successful rescue mission, Officer Valentine is sitting in the S.T.A.R.S. office, writing the case report while everything is fresh in her mind. She shifts her swiveling chair to one side and then to the other, repeating as necessary as she thinks. The pen she's holding gets rapidly tapped on the desk.
Carefully maneuvering her cursor to the word processing program, she opens up a new document and strums her fingers over the keys. That's when the Captain walks in and sets down a large stack of papers. Jill turns and looks over her shoulder.
"Evening, Captain." A quick glance to the clock on her computer. "Er, mornin', rather."
This warrants no reply. Albert Wesker simply sits down at his desk and gets to work.
For being such an integral part of the group, nobody knew a damn thing about their captain...
I hope you guys enjoyed them! They were fun to write. Concrit, plz? :D? The next batch will be up when I get the shit ton of homework I have sitting around done. (whoa college art classes are hardcore... LOTS of work!)
Also, The Table has been updated.
Notes: Ickle!Jill and her daddy. Fanon.
"Daddy, what's that?"
A six-year-old Jill asks, peering up over the dining room table where her father is at work. The tall Dick Valentine sits, glasses perched at the end of his nose, fiddling with some sort of locking mechanism in his long fingers. In his other hand, he holds a simple, yet effective lock pick.
"It's a lock pick, my dear." Jill's father replies in a distant, distracted tone.
"It looks like a bent paper clip." The child observes, climbing into her father's lap without warning.
Dick gives a frustrated 'hmph' and sets down the lock, but holds the pick up. Then, he laughs and kisses Jill's forehead.
"That's exactly what it is, honey."
002. Middles.
Notes: Pre-RE1. I can't imagine that green/red/blue herbs would taste that great...
'The forests around Raccoon City are known for their herbs,' the booklet says. It's a guide to Raccoon City, put together by Umbrella, Incorporated. 'The herbs have healing properties and, when mixed with other herbs, may cure many a malady.'
Jill has been in Raccoon City for a few days now, trying to get herself acclimated before she reports to the police station for duty. It's a sunny afternoon, so she's decided to take a hike on one of the trails just out of town.
A little bit off the beaten path, Jill spies a small bush of green herbs. Upon closer inspection, the herb matches the picture found in he booklet. 'Green-leafed herbs can be ingested without any prior preparation.'
She plucks one leaf off of the stem and chews on it thoughtfully... before abruptly spitting it out.
"Oh, christ! They didn't say anything about how bad it'd taste..." She grumbles to herself as she rips an advertisement out of the booklet, folds it in half and lays the herb in the page's crease.
003. Ends.
Notes: The end of RE3... I really don't think it was a super happy fun "omg yay we lived :D" ending after the final fade to black... but that's just me.
They'd just barely made it out of the city alive. Carlos Oliveria and Jill Valentine had been miraculously saved by Jill's S.T.A.R.S. comrade, Barry Burton. As their helicopter flies away, tail turned toward Ground Zero (formerly Raccoon City), Jill just stares at the window. Her forehead is resting against the glass.
"It's over Jill, it's over. We're alive. Relax." Carlos rests his hand on Jill's shoulder, and only then does she notice she's shaking. Sobbing, even.
"No. No it's not. I thought it was over last time, but then this happened... all those people..." She wipes at her eyes, which also causes her to smudge more dirt across her face. "Something tells me that its still not over."
004. Insides.
Notes: A pre-RE1 fanon blurb about Jill's career before S.T.A.R.S.
"What is it? What's wrong, Valentine?"
Jill can hardly hear the voice calling out to her over the roar of the two large engines. Being stuck in the belly of that large airplane wasn't as great as she'd thought it would be. She feels like throwing up.
"Huh?"
"You look a little green! Airsick?" The man yelling pantomimes throwing up with a deep laughter.
"No..." Jill shakes her head. "Just a little nervous." She grips the straps of the pouch her parachute is contained in.
"Your first jump, eh?"
She nods.
011. Red.
Notes: RE1, when the player GTFOs the labs.
"Warning! Warning! Self-destruct system activated! All personnel evacuate immediately. Disengaging all emergency locks."
Red emergency lights flash on the overhead panels as Jill runs through the narrow corridors, nearly losing her balance as she abruptly turns to go down another hallway.
"Have to find him... he's still alive..." She reassures herself. But this is no time to be scared.
It's time to be terrified. What if he isn't there? What if they don't make it out of the laboratory in time? What if the helicopter ran out of fuel?
Questions and what-ifs plague Jill's mind as she descends a long flight of steep, crooked stairs. Then, the door. A prisoner's cell.
No time is wasted. Jill grabs the handle and flings the door open.
"Chris!!"
023. Lovers.
Notes: Hooray, Nexus almost-relationships. Guest appearance by knight_eros.
"I'm never going to get over that hair of yours. Those luscious, golden locks..." Jill teases and combs her fingers through Kyle's bangs. It'd become a habit of hers, to play with his hair when they're together.
"Hey! I keep telling you, it's a Falenan style. And I just so happen to be the most fashionable knight in all of Falena!" The Queen's Knight Kyle says from his position below Jill. She's sitting on top of, and leaning over him.
"Oh yes, fashionable with that eyeshadow too, hmm?" She asks with a grin, reaching over to her night stand to grab some lipstick. Her lips are then painted with a coat of burgundy.
"Of course! All the Knights wear it..." Kyle trails off as he watches Jill apply the makeup.
"How about we add a little lipstick to complete the look?" And with that, Jill leans in to kiss Kyle on the lips. Kyle slides his hands up her thighs and hooks his thumbs in the waist of her jeans.
024. Family.
Notes: Pre-RE1 off-duty officer shenanigans. That's a mouthful.
Jill had always wanted siblings. She got them with S.T.A.R.S and the other R.P.D. officers. A group of professionals... with a bit of a dorky side. When off-duty, the efficient officers were often found horsing around and being general buffoons. A few of them had decided to go grab a bite to eat and have a few drinks. There they sit, huddled up in a booth at J's.
"Y'know, Jill, you need yourself a nickname. Hell, we've all got one. Take Redfield for example: 'Fuckface.'" Kevin Ryman says, flashing a cheesy grin to Chris, who kicks Kevin under the table.
"Yeah right, gaylord." Chris retorts, then looks to Jill. She tries her best to not choke on her beer.
"Jeezus, Fuckface! Don't make her choke!" Kevin jokes and then looks down to one of those folded advertisements tucked between the salt and pepper shakers. There's a little ad for... jellybeans, oddly enough. "Holy shit!! That's it!!"
Jill finally clears her throat so she can speak. "What is it?"
"Jellybeans...! JILLYBEANS. God, I'm smart." Kevin grins and taps his index finger against his head, indicating his smarts.
The three officers laugh uproariously, earning themselves a mean look from the people sitting nearby. This only makes it harder to stop laughing.
025. Strangers.
Notes: Pre-RE1 stuff.
Raccoon City, January 28th, 1998. 12:30 AM.
After a successful rescue mission, Officer Valentine is sitting in the S.T.A.R.S. office, writing the case report while everything is fresh in her mind. She shifts her swiveling chair to one side and then to the other, repeating as necessary as she thinks. The pen she's holding gets rapidly tapped on the desk.
Carefully maneuvering her cursor to the word processing program, she opens up a new document and strums her fingers over the keys. That's when the Captain walks in and sets down a large stack of papers. Jill turns and looks over her shoulder.
"Evening, Captain." A quick glance to the clock on her computer. "Er, mornin', rather."
This warrants no reply. Albert Wesker simply sits down at his desk and gets to work.
For being such an integral part of the group, nobody knew a damn thing about their captain...
I hope you guys enjoyed them! They were fun to write. Concrit, plz? :D? The next batch will be up when I get the shit ton of homework I have sitting around done. (whoa college art classes are hardcore... LOTS of work!)
Also, The Table has been updated.