silver tongue.

do you really think i ate the fruit unwillingly? jinx, emily davis, leon kennedy, and elias bouchard. rp blog for wearelondonhq

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starter call || tara carpenter || @fcrafcrtnight

leon has a job to do -- a really important job to do. keep the girl alive. really, it's a repetitive task at this point. its always some variation of "keep x person safe" or "rescue this damsel" or "find a way to kill this unkillable abomination, leon! it's your job! "

all this to say, protecting tara should be easy, simple. but she keeps finding a way to slip his sharp gaze. fucking obnoxious. but! between his recon skills, and pure fucking spiteful determination, he knows he'll be able to find her quick.

and he does -- she was stupid to think she could stop in a cafe without him finding her. as if he wouldn't think to find someone of her age at this trendy shop.

he catches her arm, firm grip as he glares down at her. "did you really run out on me? you got a death wish?"

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starter call || pam isley || @thefinalgxrl

one thing was sure about this facility -- it was fucking boooooring.

jinx had become quite adept at finding her way into, shall we say, scientifically proficient areas. snooping made her feel better -- plus, it was a relatively harmless hobby. relatively. a few secret serums go missing, some lab supplies pilfered. only one really bad casualty, and maybe a few screws left loose? who's to say! not her problem!

but this..... it's been a bust so far. boring, dumb grey walls and filing cabinets. blegh.

she's not done snooping though -- she's following her nose.... and her nose is leading her tooooo..... a lab? score! her fingers are already itching to get on some vials. she picks up an oddly shaped flask with some sort of plant and swirls it around and around and around...

she's so caught up in her delusions, she doesn't even notice that the lab is occupied, that she is not alone. she giggles instead at the plant, shaking it violently, tossing it to the ground. it's only over those shattered remains that she notices the eyes on her, like daggers in her cheeks.

she grins, and straightens into a pose that is much too relaxed for a criminal caught red handed.

"well well well, look what the ragweed dragged in..."

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starter call || josh washington || @fcrafcrtnight

since emily's time on the mountain, one crucial lesson has been reinforced, over and over and over again.

" DON'T. TRUST. ANYONE. "

she can almost hear her father's voice ricocheting around her brain, still as stern, still as terrifying as the first time she'd heard it. it was especially true after ..... the incident. she'd put so much distance between herself and the mountain, between herself and her traumatized friends, lover. she did what she was told, she didn't trust.

that's why she carried the knife, to be honest. it came from a place of distrust. she was right to -- there was a ghost in her presence. one she especially didn't trust.

he shouldn't be alive. she's panicking now, heart thumping wildly, left palm sweating and itching around the handle of her sole comfort in her pocket. wide eyed. mind running her through the mines the mines the mines themines......

" how the FUCK are you here? "

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starter call || killian jones || @sweetnsiimple

three things are true:

leon is hungover.

leon is exhausted.

leon is in an unfamiliar bed.

nothing about this situation is unfamiliar though. he finds himself rolling in and out of other people's beds quite often these days, in fact. usually in this state of disarray -- not usually in the mornings. the golden light peeking through is somewhat disturbing to him as he comes to. he curses the sun, that shiny, loud prick.

his chosen bedmate is breaking rules -- a strong hand starts to slide over his shoulder, but leon is quick to catch it. quick to whip those steely blues around to glare, assess, intimidate if necessary.

then, for a moment, he realizes that he is a human, not a secret agent right now. his grip loosens, a slow smirk slides across his cheeks -- all for show. he's still on guard. "careful, i'm armed."