dir. Scott Z. Burns
- ❝ Why are you scared to come home? ❞
- ❝ I used to have this really weird recurring dream. ❞
- ❝ I had what’s called an acute stress reaction. ❞
- ❝ I committed myself voluntarily. ❞
- ❝ You’re such a dork. ❞
- ❝ Every time you smile, you’re, like, showing off your skeleton. ❞
- ❝ Some love really is conditional. ❞
- ❝ I killed him. ❞
- ❝ You’re looking in the right direction, but you’re making the wrong connection. ❞
- ❝ You know, sometimes we think we have to do something, but we really don’t. ❞
- ❝ I think if you could go back and go down a different path, you would. ❞
- ❝ You were gonna hurt [them]. ❞
- ❝ I barely recognize myself. ❞
- ❝ Do you still think about what a different version of your life would look like, if things had happened another way? ❞
- ❝ When you think about this, it’ll just seem like some nightmare you had. ❞
- ❝ Thanks for inviting me into my own house. ❞
- ❝ Once or twice in a lifetime, if you’re lucky, there are moments.❞
- ❝ Someone slices the world open right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. ❞
- ❝ Nothing’s sadder than a life without purpose. ❞
- ❝ I was just a void, wasting life, and space, and air. ❞
- ❝ I found myself in the presence of something greater. ❞
- ❝ I fed [them] to a fire so it could burn even brighter. ❞
- ❝ You want to see something cool? ❞
- ❝ You grabbed on to some kind of darkness inside you. ❞
- ❝ I may need you to do something for me later on today. Now, you’re gonna hate that I’m asking this, but park it in the back of your head, and if I ask you, then do it out of love. ❞
- ❝ I know that somebody’s talking in your ear right now. I know that, and I know that they’re telling you what to do, but right now, I need you to listen to me. ❞
- ❝ I’m gonna protect you. That’s my job, and I’m gonna protect you. ❞
- ❝ I know that normally you are asking me for something, but this time, it’s me, and I’m asking you. ❞
- ❝ I know that you think I’m delusional, but I’m not delusional. ❞
- ❝ In the world you created, the cards fall your way. ❞
- ❝ What will you do out there in a world you don’t know anymore? ❞
- ❝ You look like a person with a conscience and a moral center. ❞
- ❝ I can only imagine what’s actually hunched in that head of yours Some withered, chicken-hearted thing, starving for purpose. ❞
- ❝ I’m as sharp as a razor blade. ❞
- ❝ You can do good in the world. ❞
- ❝ I’ll stay. But so will you. ❞
｡✼★━━★✼｡ He says her name like a warning, like he’s going to try and convince her to turn back, and she’s prepared to stand her ground if need be, but she doesn’t. The voice of The Hero of Panamstan calls back, and Leon relents, maybe realizing that he doesn’t have the time, maybe the effort, to turn her away when he has some place to be. And from the sound of it, some place important to be.
Claire isn’t sure what she hopes to glean from this meeting, but if Jason is here, then she’s interested. Her own meeting, now canceled, was to look into schools and housing in Panamstan, but now that she’s seen those drawings, she has a lot more questions now than ever - questions that Jason might be equipped to handle. Her fingers curl a bit tighter around the case file she has clutched against her chest, heart pounding at even the mere opportunity to hear anything that could shed some light on what had happened. So engrossed is she in watching the man in front of her that she almost doesn’t register Leon giving her another warning.
“I’ll do my best,” she promises, turning a smile his way. Keeping her opinions between the two of them would be more difficult than just speaking out as she pleases, but she also recognizes that this is a rare chance and she isn’t about to squander it simply because she’s got a sharp tongue and few cares to keep it in check.
It’s more difficult than she cares to admit not to speak up. Phrases she isn’t familiar with, most likely coded for those in the know, and she wants to stop and clarify, wants to ask questions, almost gets defensive on behalf of the mention that the civil war wasn’t an outbreak, but with few outbursts, she finishes the meeting with relatively little incident. Her hand had curled around Leon’s upper arm the more frustrated she got, particularly after Leon had shot her a certain look that made her back down to sighing quietly and pressing her lips together tightly.
When it was finally finished and the pair were out of earshot - even of Patrick, a nice enough man that Claire smiles at as he addresses Leon about her - Claire lets out a heavy breath that turns into a groan. “I have a thousand more questions now than I did before that meeting.” She isn’t giving up, and any hopes that Leon may have of shaking her loose might as well be squashed now.
“Burgers and answers,” she says firmly. “I’ve got a lot more to learn before that flight.” Her steps slow briefly as they push open the doors to go outside, and she finally feels the tension in her shoulders and arms lessening enough to release Leon’s arm, her other hand imprinted with the edges of the files in her arms. “And obviously catching up with you now that we don’t have to rely on emails and text messages for a while.” With how busy they both are, even those can be inconsistent at best, so she’s going to take advantage of however long they have together this time.
he flashes his clearance badge at the guards as they approach each set of doors, always getting the same slightly shocked glance. they always seem surprised to see a visitor’s badge edged in the vivid red 𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙴 along it. any other time he’d be stopped and doubled checked through the radios, but everyone is still in a mad rush to solve the problems from the night before.
outside, the sky is bright and clear. he breaths in the early morning air, the bones along his spine cracking. he hadn’t realized he was holding all his stress in his spine, especially after he had to massage the spot on his arm that her fingers had begun digging in. he won’t be surprised if her fingerprints are bruises on his skin. he nods to her.
“ can’t get my good looks through text on a screen, no matter how hard i try. “ he gives a shake of his head. truly a pity. “ there is a place not far from here. we can take your ride. i showed up here in a bird. “ he motioned towards the rooftop helipad. “ doubt they are gonna drop me off in it. “
he follows her to what he presumes is a rental and as leon circles around to the passenger side, he notes the plate banner, ‘ presidential rentals ‘ it reads. he shakes his head and climbs into the car. the muffled silence inside nearly deafens him. he closes his throat, forcing his ears to pop. the drive is quick, mostly him holding the badge out the window as they pass guardhouses and him giving her directions through the maze-like streets of d.c. he’s been here too often, he decides, to know it this well. the unmarked black vehicles following them barely registers. he wonders how long it will take before she asks him about them.
the restaurant is two and a half stars, max. far from the political heart, this is the kind of place the working class piles into. ‘ ruby rose’s place ‘ has cheap food, hot and quick. they take a booth at the back, near the fire exit and sit opposite each other. he can hear the kitchen staff yelling over the industrial fans and sizzle of cold food hitting the hot grills.
“ ok before you dig into me two things: one, the guy you had your meeting with is dead and two, i want to ask how much you know about jason? “
every time i feel uncertain about my writing or my skill level i just look @ this pic of sal & think
“ slay ‘em, bitch “ & then im all good
like the burn marks on my hands
you need to be loved gently, taken care of. you need to let yourself be taken care of. you deserve the kindness. you deserve to have fingertips pressed to yours, you deserve soft smiles and quiet laughs. you need to be kissed in the middle of the night, you need to be told it’s okay. you’re used to aggressive love, you you need it gently.
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i have a headcold so i planned on being more active while i rest up
but also my kids r home from school b/c they also be sick ( they infected me lmao ) so…. didn’t really work out
but im trying to be around. might fuck around & throw out a meme prompt thingy tomorrow. i still owe @ least 1 starter that i WILL get to first!!
She wouldn’t leave without a couple of delicate sips from the corpse, as sustenance shouldn’t be wasted no matter what. Lowering her head & letting her tongue run through the open wound, she let her mouth be coated in thick blood, enjoying the refreshment go down her throat. It was the easiest way to satisfy her, both in delight & hunger.
But of course, she hadn’t forgotten about the conversation that was taking place. It was crucial for them to clean themselves up somehow, unless they wanted to hear an earful from mother dearest. Oh, how she could already imagine Bela’s reaction upon it, too. That cunning smile she would ever so often make to claim victory, a sign that indicated that she was, yet again, mother’s favorite.
It was irksome, yes, but at least she learned to step aside…for now.
Wiping the blood off of her lips with the back of her hand, she smirked at the youngest’s proposal.
“ Do you think they’ll be generous enough to share? It’d be unfortunate if we dyed the river red as well… ” Men, women—it didn’t matter to her. She never showed mercy to either, seeing nothing but swine to be later consumed. However, she would admit that she did toy around with the fair maidens a little more, finding them all the more interesting to be around with compared to men.
Rising from her position, she began to walk through the cornfield once more, slowly following the sound of the river nearby. “ I’ll try to play nice… After all, it’d be utterly pointless for us to go there & dirty ourselves more. &, I think I had my fun here. ” She doubted that the women were armed as well, at least not as heavily as their men were.
in her mind’s eye, she sees fair maidens, frolicking in sheer shifts, white as dawn on the winter solstice. fine women of thick hair and supple flesh, their bathing gowns clinging to their lovely curves, fabric turning pink as the red flowed down streams. daniela for her own part, was thin beneath her death mask. the clothing extra heavy on her small frame. it was a juxtaposition that the thinnest be the one the hungers the most, every time she indulges, she is never able to fill herself up completely. as if only one more bite is needed, one more bite, one more bite…
“ how noble of you. “ she licks at the blood collected along the grooves of her gloves, the dark thread stitching them together sticky. “ for my part, i make no such promises. there is already water, if i must bath twice– so be it! “
her head tilts back, the black lace collar, accented with the single, emerald eyestone exposed in the midday sun. her laughter escapes her opened mouth as her form dissolves much like meat falling from bones. it splashes the ground and scatters in every which direction. a pestilence scurrying over the crops, moving towards the small culvert to the northwest of the field.
earth mounds line the water, directing the flow through a maze of smaller and smaller narrows. like capillaries and veins, it feeds the crops. she surges along the glimmering water, the cadou a fat grub suspended by frantic wings, always aware of its reflection in the mirrored surface.
along the miniature damns of wood and earth, up along the gentle sloping elevation towards the creaking of the ancient water wheel and the village women singing as they soak their clothes into the churning water and lift them back out again. it would seem it is a day for cleansing the clothes of the men that will not be returning from the fields.
she feels the constant buzz and senses her sister’s pheromones, the errant insect of theirs clashing, confused as to which queen to listen to before settling as she forms, thick, velvet dress instantly heavy with water, at the mouth of the stream, where it forks away from the steady river. she is unseen where she currently stands, concealed in shadows from a rocky crag above them. her eyes watch the girls, carefree and warm-blooded and something in her aches, for just a moment, a sorrow that she desperately needs to fill.
﹥*: ♤ :*+ﾟThe mansion smells like death — it’s the best way he can describe it — that and the dust hanging in the air is making his eyes itch and his nose dry. Christ, this whole village has gone to shit, and getting out is like pulling teeth. Whatever these things were out there — these
villagers— they’d cornered him into entering this illusive mansion. Sure, he can defend himself, but he reckons for once a bullet or two would have been useful. Kitchen knives and cleavers are his weapons of choice for now, hidden beneath his coat.
Is Ahmia here at all? Now he wonders. He’s starting to either doubt his daughter is here at all — and the horrible thought she may long be dead is rot at the back of his brain. Please be alive. Please be alive.
When he hears laughter, Dyuuku leans against the wall, hand pushed into his coat so his fingers will wrap around the handle of the Santoku knife, hard, until his knuckles have gone white. Now what?
a legion of eyes watch, from glittering webs strung in the high corners and marching lines between the ancient floorboards, she is aware of him long before he hears her tittering laughter. it is so rare that a man wanders into their abode– mother will not be pleased. she simply must get there first. sink her teeth into his exposed neck, just below his chin, leave her mark on him so they will all know the youngest daughter has claimed him.
thousands of legs and ephemeral wings fluttering, like the sound of a thunder waterfall, coalesce in a pillar of black bodies, a writhing mass in the shape of a girl: skin the color of a corpse, fine, strawberry hair loose and wild about her face. black lips peel back to show bone-white teeth.
“ are you lost? “ a mockery of kindness tints her words sickly yellow. “ looking for someone, perhaps? “
kevin ryman and jill valentine, resident evil 2 mod: during the storm
The clock is ticking. While the Raccoon City outbreak takes place, the last survivors of the city are barricaded within the RPD with barely any supplies, and panic is taking over. Playing as Kevin from the Outbreak series, you’ll have to resist inside and outside the RPD, managing the few resources at your disposal and making sure that survivors don’t die.