Jill Valentine

Independent roleplay blog for Jill Valentine.

[alphateamsfinest]

Independent semi-selective roleplay blog for Jill Valentine from Resident Evil. Inspired by the games and books. Low to Medium Activity. Established Dec 22.

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@worthystill thinks he’s a tough guy.

“You think you’re the first muscled ‘tough guy’ to sit across from me and be stitched up?” The look on her face is one of disbelief as she rolls her eyes. The first time she had been fifteen and sneaking out of the kids hone with her friend and he caught himself on the way over some barbed wire. Her stitching back then wasn’t what it is now, she sure hopes Thor will appreciate it.

Jill digs through his supplies, clicks her tongue when she can’t find gloves that aren’t meant for these big baseball-mitt sized mother fuckers, the lot of them. She unzips the pouch at her hip and digs through her medical supplies.

Nitrile gloves are snapped on her wrist as she soaks the gauze to clean his wound. “This where you want me to say tell me about yourself, or do I say I know your type?” There’s a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

[corpshumain]

a small reminder that Jill basically IS the uroboros (both in terms of the metaphor (abuse cycle ok?) and in terms of the fact that only thanks to her antibodies the uroboros virus was completed)

[wherebeabee]

" A love so fine, My Valentine "

[revilladies]

Hannah John-Kamen as 'Jill Valentine' in

Welcome to Raccoon City (2021)

[dailyflicks]

FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir. Meredith Alloway

[alphateamsfinest]

"You, little guard — KROSHKA! What do you think you are doing, huh?"

Accusatory sounding Vadim -> one diam city security guard Jill ignoring the mayor's memo about Letting Missing Persons Go ,

Jill’s head whips around so fast that her helmet clacks a little against her skull. Eyes are wide and fuck, she moves back from the door she had just been testing the knob on. The unusedlockpicking tools slip up into the arm guards, no harm no foul, right? Maybe he hadn’t seen it, was this the drunk brother?

“Oh, I heard someone running and a door slam, was just checking to see if this is where they went. You haven’t seen anything suspicious, have you?” Deflection, perfect just act like you’re on the clock.

[luciacaminoz]

*tugs you around by our red string of fate like you’re a dog on a leash*

[lapis-memes]

Anonymously confess something that your muse wants to tell mine.

[alphateamsfinest]

For a moment, Jill almost expects him to say that he had been blackmailed like Barry. That he was going to turn on her, that the gun would be pointed at her again. But he doesn't.

Instead, Chris turns from her and says that he wanted to. Says how he wanted to but the what if's stopped him. But it isn't the what if's that bother her.

Jill frowns when he says that he doesn't know. It's more of a slap in the face than the truth. He doesn't say it, doesn't want to face the fact of the matter and in doing so, lies to her again. Her face gets tight, her hand flexes to try and get some of the tension out. Every time he denies it it's further digging the knife into the wound, pushing into scar tissue, cementing to her, that maybe, just maybe they can't get back from this.

She's let him get away with it in the past but she can't now, this is too serious. She rips the bandaid off. "You know, you've always been a pretty shitty liar." He came to her, caring more about the hypotheticals of if Wesker actually cared about them, but he can't admit that he's lying to his partner. "Whatever your reasoning? It doesn't... matter now." It does matter, fuck it matters but- "Why was it too dangerous to tell me, but not too dangerous to tell Wesker?"

[gviirus]

The tension is like fog, one that Chris both can’t navigate and can’t stand. He hates that it’s like this. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut, keep it to himself? He burdened her with his problems and now it probably feels like a full-on slap in the face to everything they were. His eyes glance back, subtly, like he’s looking at her but can’t fully face her.

He’s disgusted with himself, frustrated he can’t find or give her an answer—or one he wanted to acknowledge. Chris thought it was straightforward, or at least, at first. It’s not with the years that have gone by that he ponders the choice differently. If there had been one, in his eyes.

“ He was our captain—I thought that if anybody should know about that, it should’ve been him, “ his words falter, but they’re getting louder, airing a voice of frustration. Angry with himself, as usual. “ I couldn’t just go around pointing fingers at people and cause infighting, could I? Those were our co-workers, our family. And I didn’t have enough proof, I didn’t think anyone would believe me... Jill, I’ve had friends that disappeared off the map— “

Chris stops, catching himself before he goes off on a tangent. He shakes his head, not looking at her and turning quiet.

“ He said it was a baseless accusation. I didn’t realize how wrong that was until we started losing people. “ There’s a silence. “ Hate me all you want. I was doing it enough for both of us. “

[alphateamsfinest]

He doesn’t give her an answer because of course not. But he’s opened the door a crack and there’s nothing Jill is more than tenacious, she’ll get to the bottom of this despite his shame and hurt.

“He was our captain but I was your partner.” Her words are even and firm, because she’s not letting Chris get out of this one. He can’t just get frustrated and angry and walk away from it. A scoff. “Disappear off the map? Oh because I’ve never had a friend do that.” Her words are pointed, aimed at him. Aimed at all of them who left her alone in their city, trying to help the people they swore to protect while everyone else moved on.

“Get over your hating yourself for the both of us and tell me the truth. Did you think I was the leak?” Blunt and to the point, because if one of them was going to run away from this it was not going to be her. Jill needs to know where she stands with him, because how can he ask her to believe he has her back when he didn’t trust her?

[lord-vermin]

I made some god awful tramp stamps, I apologise in advance and hope you can forgive me

[alphateamsfinest]

@the4thsurvivor wants to fight.

If Jill was a crueler woman, she would have shot him as soon as the gun was holstered. But shes too honorable for that, and she’s 95% sure thats a plate carrier the masked figure is wearing. If its an old ceramic plate carrier she may get through by the third round, but if its new- its not worth the chance. Jill seems genuinely surprised by the fists, but she she wont look a gift horse in the mouth. Her own gun is held out, keeps movement slow and controlled as it’s slotted into the holster on her thigh.

Her reach is less, but shes betting on being faster and unexpected. Jill feels the instinct to go for the knife at her belt, but she’s willing to play it fair at least until he doesn’t. She feigns left then drops and rolls forward a kick aimed up towards the jaw of his gasmask. Daze him and get out.

[traumaticchild]

*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy

[bottlecapping]

I’ve never seen anyone green. Did someone dye you or something?

The sun still hangs over the Strip: casting light onto the street for its final performance of the day, and blanching the radiant glow of Jason to a dull green.

"You were concerned, stranger?" His is a gentle voice layered over itself. An echo, tinny and resonate in the air, filling the space between them with a warm, near-imperceptible tremor. "To think, kindness would cross my path in the city of greed. You must be sent to me..." Thoughtful and faraway, until: "No, kind one, what you see is a manifestation of my blessing."

[alphateamsfinest]

“Well, yeah. I mean, some people are assholes so I wanted to make sure you were ok.” Though the later half of his… maybe compliment? Had her nose scrunched up unflatteringly. Either she had one too many drinks or this guys a weirdo; probably both.

But she’s not totally rude, at least not yet. “If you don’t like the greed here, you’re not gonna like a lot of the casinos. But the ac is great and the water is good, so you learn to ignore the rest.”

[alphateamsfinest]

Wesker knows best @egoiudico

Every day she makes a little more progress. All of this progress leads to this, being able to actually land a blow. The last time her muscles were this on fire, she had just completed the first day of the training regimen for Delta force. Her chest is heaving like she just ran a marathon and the edges of her vision are hazy.

But light eyes focus in on the gold ones and she wants to vomit on his shoes. He’s not human anymore, and a constant reminder of her failure. He goads her and she can feel the heavy thrum of the P30 in her system, telling her to stand down, to obey. Her hand trembles, a spasm running up her arm.

She grits her teeth and whatever words she has are swallowed because she has to, she has to- shes Jill fucking Valentine. Other hand swings for the opposite side to even him out, it’s a little sloppier, less force but fuck if shes not going to try.

[lastescape]

[anthologicals]

❝  you  wanted  to  know  why  i  was  buying  eggs  the  other  night?  ❞  his  tone  is  less  spiniferous  than  normal;  an  uncharacteristically  soft  lilt  twined  within  it  with  lips  slightly  upturned.  STARTER       CALL     /     featuring    @alphateamsfinest

[alphateamsfinest]

For a moment Jill is back in that bodega, still sweating from clubbing and she’s certain that she’s sweaty and oh god she hopes she doesn’t look bad. But her curiosity is stronger than any embarrassment and she can’t say her curiosity isn’t piqued. Between that and how he looks at her, she can feel her heart race.

Jill tucks her hair behind her ear and smiles a little at him, there’s a touch of color to her cheeks. “Was it a midnight omelette craving? Because I usually go home and make an egg.” It was one of the few foods she could cook, let alone cook not sober.