Roleplay, anyone?

[chrisxredfield]

[[Just a warning, I'm a tad new to roleplaying here on LiveJournal. If I screw anything up, feel free to tell me.]]

"What the Hell is going on here?" Christopher Redfield breathed, annoyance dripping from his words, like blood from a B.O.W.'s mouth. For nearly an hour now, the gunman had attempted finding his way out of the mansion's foyer, a room

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Partner reunion time, y/n? |D

[zerosuitjill]

Jill barely resisted a sigh when the door opened to reveal another familiar area. Not the back alleys of Raccoon, as she'd been stranded in -- for... what, three hours? -- but the top floor of that mansion was no more welcome in her mind, except perhaps for some slight relief at the change of scenery. She didn't relax a fraction, regardless; she was sore and tired -- had been sore and tired even before she'd wound up in this... labyrinth of memories, as it were, forced to fight her way through hordes of things she was sure had already died twice before -- and overall tired of this. If the plan of whoever was behind this was to gradually wear her down, it was working

You Bet!

[chrisxredfield]

Chris felt as if he were going insane, stuck within the walls of this quaint piece of Hell. Another hour ticked by, each passing second wearing into the sharpshooter like the exhaustion and annoyance which had already begun to set in. Half tempted to turn and drive his boot into the wall, Chris released a huff of hot air and leaned against the wall nearest the vast fireplace he'd found...again. Raising a gloved hand, he pushed his fingers through his reddish-brown hair and allowed his gun-wielding hand to fall at his side, allowing his limb to hang limp

ARGH sorry for delay; I never got a notification for this. XD

[zerosuitjill]

A tired, relieved smile slowly broke over Jill's face as she nodded, lowering her gun to her side. "In the flesh." She glanced towards the two flights of stairs leading down to the first floor, but turned back to Chris as she made for them. "You okay?" she called as she hurried down, already scanning his figure for a sign of injury.

[ooc; LJ 101 tip, since you're new: make sure you click the "reply to this" link at the bottom of my comment before replying, which will send me an email to let me know you've responded. Otherwise, I won't get it. |D]

x.x Sorry.

[chrisxredfield]

Christopher released a sigh and seemed to relax now that he was certain that this woman was indeed Jill Valentine. Lowering his firearm to his side, he brought his other hand up and pushed his gloved fingers through his hair. "Yeah...I'm fine," he nodded before approaching her, hesitation in his step, as if he expected something to jump out at them. Something was due to happen...Right?

[[Ooc: My mistake, sorry!]]

NP! It happens.

[zerosuitjill]

Doing her best to keep her breathing even, Jill stopped beside Chris as she cast a look over her shoulder and around the area, trusting it no more than he did. "About time I saw a friendly face." She watched him searchingly, and then figured from his expression that it was safe to assume he'd found himself in a similar situation, if not the same that she had. "...I don't guess you also found yourself in Raccoon before this?" she tried, taking the moment to lean against the banister with a hip.