LOG (underworldwars): I'm begging for mercy

[zerosuitjill]

Who; zerosuitjill and albert__wesker
What; JILL REUNITES WITH HER FAVORITE PERSON EVERRRRR THIS IS SUCH A DREAM COME TRUE, REALLY.
Where; A bar. Where else?
When; Monday, December 12. Evening.
Rating; T. Language, creeping; inevitable male-to-female violence, most likely.
Status; Closed; ongoing

Comments

[albert__wesker]

Truly a shame for Jill, to be having so hard a time.

Wesker did not share the sentiment.

In fact-- he was rather amused, when all was said and done.

Of course simply being here was something of an annoyance, but then, anything outside of his own control was considered as much. Control was power and without it... Well. He would make the best of a deteriorating situation and the start of that would be to find dear Jill Valentine. She was obviously around here somewhere. Wesker knew her better than she would ever admit to-- certainly only a weakness on her part for so many reasons. But he'd spent recent years with her nearby, first in restraints and then in a tube and finally of her own volition.

Ah, but it had all started of her own volition, hadn't it? Back when she was proud to be working under him. Wesker had read her faults then, pushed her through training that was always for his benefit, his data. He knew Jill Valentine the way one might know how a favorite book will end

[zerosuitjill]

Jill's mind was in a dozen places. Here in the Underworld, back home -- in the past, the present, the future; with Chris, with Misaki, with John, but always going back to Wesker, countless faces she couldn't forget and admittedly didn't want to forget because she didn't have the right to forget something like that--

Damn it.The nightmares had gone down in number, her adaptive reflexes had softened, the memories of the people and the claustrophobia and the pain and his touches had stopped haunting every conscious moment -- but Wesker had brought most of that rushing back. Just by talking to her

[albert__wesker]

Oh, how disappointed he was in that. Her glare didn't matter-- Jill's posturing he simply ignored completely-- the real disappointment was for the fact that she controlled herself when it was obvious what she wantedTo hurt him

[zerosuitjill]

If Jill thought it was impossible for her body to go any more rigid than it was, she was quickly proven wrong. Her arms tensed when she heard him drawing closer; her jaw set when he sat down; she lifted her head in a brusque, terse motion when he leaned closer, and at his voice a brief vein of restraint shot through her, terribly obvious in the way she twitched from the shoulders down.

Still, she never looked over -- what's more, she didn't recoil, didn't stand, didn't even make a move for her weapons. She did release her glass, though, in case she made a stupid mistake like clenching her fingers through it.

It took her a long few moments to find her voice -- and even then it was low, flat, and teeming with venom.

"If you're looking for information, forget it. Go read the welcoming guide like everyone else."