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Independent Private Roleplay and Ask Blog for Resident Evil 5's Excella Gionne Written by Beckowsky Est 30th Nov 2016

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“ seen too much to keep the faith. ”

This meme from long ago – no longer accepting

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    A low hum escaped John at heradmission, his head bowing and nodding slowly.  

    Oh, he knew that already. Let it slidefor FAR too long with her, but—well, admission to howfaithless she is really was the FIRST STEP toeverything he had been preaching. He shifted in his steps, liftinghis head as his hands remained folded in front of his chest inthought—almost like he was praying, but it wasn’t HIMwho needed that. An easy smile slipped onto his face, his head tiltedslightly to the side as he took a couple steps toward her, the lookbehind his stare almost empty outside of the fact that he couldn’tseem to find just one thing to focus on in her expression. John letout a low tsk, finally letting a hand fall to his side as he stoppedin front of her.

    “Oh, my dear…let’s not kidourselves…” he started, reaching out a tattooed hand to touch hercheek. A mockery of a tender touch, parting of FALLENLOVERS—there was no love lost, for there never wasany to begin with. His hand came down to cup her jaw before his holdbecame tight, fingers digging in enough to feel the bone under herskin as he got in a little closer. “I fear that you didn’t have tosee much to LOSE that faith—for you never had ANYto begin with. I would be CAREFUL in mistaking myINTENTION, I would gladly let you go—you’re asriddled with SIN as John Duncan once was, and aconstant REMINDER of that man, but now…it’s simply toolate. What WORLD are you looking to leave to, hm?I’m more inclined to feel OFFENSE on my BROTHER’Sbehalf in you taking advantage of this GIFT he’s givenyou—this CHANCE at a new life and knowledgeof what is to come. Perhaps your lack of faith is something we shouldfinally discuss in detail–you bare NOTHING and your SIN clings to you just as strongly as ever.”

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💔 11 or 12 tho 8^)

A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME – still accepting

                      - a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss.                          -  a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

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      One of the first things she commentedon when she opened the door was how drunk he SMELLED.

      He was and he reeked ofit. Two in the morning, stumbling around drunk after another party—itdidn’t leave him as presentable as he had started the nightoff as. There was the question of WHY he ended uphere—WHY he hadn’t just stayed HOME. Ifhe could call it that. It had a bed—but so did herhome. Excella had a way in which she carried herself, one that Johnfound himself relating to (and could admire, should he wantto.) Even with the unimpressed expression on her face, she wasmultitudes more composed that he could even HOPEto be in this situation. Did he really WANT to be here?It was a question he couldn’t really process at the moment—but fromthe expression on her face, he wasn’t sure she was APPRECIATINGhis visit.

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“I believe I’ve proven I’m worthy, haven’t I?”

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{{ Child }}

GOD, THIS IS ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY TERRIBLE ! At one point, perhaps, there was a likelihood, substantial yet ultimately     (     UNREALISTICALLY     )     hopeful, that she could tolerate the other for just a little longer. Now, at this moment, where every minuscule error is acknowledged and admonished almost immediately ? Hell no.

    ❝     Look, if you want … whatever THIS is to work, you need to quit with the fucking attitude. Just because you’re leading the way, that doesn’t mean you can order me around.     ❞     An inhale of shuddering breath, entangling with verbal aggression. You WON’T treat me like shit.

   FOR ONCE, THEY WOULD AGREE UPON SOMETHING. To play MOTHER GOOD to one such as this was the very last thing she needed. Somewhat unladylike in a less-than-pleased hum reverberates past a swan-like throat as she returned the other’s glare with one of her own. Not the least bit DAUNTED, if a tightly pursed lip had anything to say about it.

    “Look. Here. Your accomplishments will be acknowledged by me, once you have actually achieved something. ” HOW UTTERLY INFURIATING, to receive BACKTALK from one such as this! Who was she to think that that sort of BACKBONE would direct this to a more pleasant outcome? ... So be it. Her companionship would however bring about a higher likelihood of them surviving through these less-than-pleasant circumstances. “It is in our best interests that you survive through this, something which I’m sure you yourself would very much prefer over what it was that you yourself have just witnessed over there.”

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{{ Detective }} 

     There was a quick tightening around his eyes, something that would      suggest a pointed glare at her sarcasm, something that had him      tempted to curl his fingers into a fist, but for now it was pretty minor.      He could admit that he didn’t mind someone who could play into his      jabs, but there was a line and he wasn’t sure how close she was to      that line tonight just yet. Still, it wasn’t enough to wipe the small      smirk on his face that seemed to grow somewhat at her own still      sitting on her face.

     At least she was still smiling. Everybody’s happy.  

     “Kind of have to be, sister,” he returned with a hint of absentmindedness      as he flicked some more ash into the tray between them, “I don’t get      paid for making meaningless observations.”

     Though, it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t from around here, yet      hearing her confirm it was nice. He liked being right. He was tempted      to ask just what she was going there, but this wasn’t an interrogation      and it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that she was there for the      glamour. Those Hollywood types were always the same, though he      may not have had much room to talk in that subject. Still, he took      a quick drag from his cigarette before he continued.

     “You working for a company? I doubt you’re here by yourself.”

   AN UNTOUCHABLE JEWEL, or so she believed herself to be. Mirthful hum and chuckle directed back at him with a wistful tip of her head. Was that all that was needed to get you just a little hot under the collar, Detective? Those were not KIND EYES. Not for a long, long time, now. She had long since noticed, they weren’t NAIVE. Her compliments to that, in this case, she supposed.

   “Of course.” It was as simple as that, fingers twirled at the holder held withing her grasp as she kept her eyes on him, “A promotion well deserved, I’m sure.”

   TO BE HELD ABOVE ALL THE OTHER DAMES THAT WOULD MAKE UP THIS CITY. A fact that she would herself up in the highest esteem. Amusing if not just a tad annoying. For their DESPERATION and STUPIDITY could only get them so far. Not even LUCK would be so kind to bestow much of itself upon them. PRETTY FACES, so, so many of them... but for how long? She had heard the stories. Caught glimpses of it herself. PADRE had never truly shielded her from the WORLD itself, despite still bathing her in whatever LUXURY could be offered to his PRINCIPESSA.

   “You are partly correct in that assumption, Detective.” A tap of her own into the tray between them, legs uncrossing before recrossing themselves in the opposite direction as she directed her form more so in his direction, “I think you will be able to figure out whom it is that I-- we,” A gentle gesture towards the burly bodyguard behind her, “Would be accompanying tonight, no?”

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{{ @phulusa Herself would expect the Inevitable }}

   YEARS BUT A MERE HINDRANCE to one’s own tenacity and drive. Adjusted to his own advantage, direly calculated with the utmost of conviction. The response from her something he himself had expected. Gun at the ready and aimed with a steady enough grasp-- they have trained her well. As much as they could have, without that BALL and CHAIN dragging not too far behind. But it was all but FUTILE, nonetheless. A single step taken forward towards her, as pale lips tugged back into the most subtle but SIBYLLINE of smirtles.

   “No introductions needed, I see...           It warms my heart that you would remember me, after all these years.”

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A small kiss in greeting, even if it was only the two of them there at the time. Hands resting themselves down upon the branded lapels of his suit, as a small smirk played upon painted lips whilst her gaze remained connected with his, "Hm, buon compleanno~" Come now, she's a fair one when need be. With how she her father had already treated you and her to dinner earlier. There's just one more thing to end the night nicely~

(Belated) Birthday Asks

     Despite his initial reservations aboutthe whole evening, it      hadn’t been as tedious as he thought it wouldbe. It was      certainly better than what he had originally planned forthe      night. So, he was in rather high spirits when she had      approachedto kiss him, a quick thing that didn’t take him for      a surprise allthat much, Roy moving to rest his hands against      her sides as sheremained close. There was a slight raise to      his eyebrows at hermurmured statement, some annoyance,      too, but his previous moodhelped to keep that in check somewhat.

     “I hope that means what I think itmeans,” he stated, “Between      you and your father, I’ve heard morethan enough Italian for      one night…”

     Still, he wasn’t obvious to the smirkand eye contact, Roy letting      out a small chuckle as he gently pushedher away from him      slightly, if only to step forward and place a handbetween her      shoulders to try to steer her towards the exit.

     “I’m ready to get out of here if youare.”

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▼ kissing them (HOLDS UP HANDS AT YOU SAY IT HAPPENS IN THE DISTANT DISTANT FUTURE MADDIE, IM SORRY)

SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS: || Still accepting!

▼ kissing them 

     Admittedly, while his job took up the majority of his time, and despite      the way he carried himself, his evening routine once his day came to      a close left something to be desired. Roy didn’t really notice it all that      much at first, a drink here and there left him feeling in good spirits      before returning to his home for the night. With Excella, however,      things had been changing. Some good, some bad.

      As far as he was concerned, he was using her to get his foot in with      some of her connections, namely her family, while on her end…well,      an ear in the LAPD always had it’s perks, as far as he was concerned.      It wasn’t the first time he’d interacted with gangsters.

     What that meant, however, was interaction. Usually, it wasn’t on his      terms, something that grated on Roy more than once, and, while it      meant becoming familiar, after a long day of what felt like running in      circles, sometimes, he usually left fairly worn down. He’d yet to grow      overly frustrated with the whole thing, the results would well be worth      the forced smiles and charm or the appearances at her side for the      time being. At least, that’s what he told himself.

     It still didn’t stop him from feeling tired after spending an evening with      her, so maybe that was what had him feeling a little taken off guard      when he found her pushing his hat up a little bit and pressing her      mouth against his once it seemed that they were alone. In hindsight,      maybe he should have paid a little more attention to the lingering      touches, but he figured she’d been playing it up a little like he had been.

     Not that it stopped him from returning the kiss, his hand resting      against her back. Though, once she had pulled back, the smirk that      crossed his face was hard to fight.

     “Can’t say I was expecting that,” he muttered, fixing his hat on his      head, “You trying to sell yourself on your act?”

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{{ Child }} 

TEMPTING AS IT WERE,   her eyes did not stray from the sickening sight   (   it wasn’t fucking right!   )   that since befell them.   Even with the few seconds granted ever so thoughtfully from the woman victim to the primary brunt of it all   .   .   .   though,  truthfully,  she could have done without the tone in her demand.   Definitely.   With a singular hand upon the particular canister nonetheless,  she approached with swiftness in her step.

      ❝   A     ❛   please   ❜     would be appreciated next time!   ❞

   SHE WAS WASTING TIME, HER TIME TO BE PRECISE. But, sigh, this was one was YOUNG. Still so very young. Surely, she herself could offer just a little more c o n s i d e r a t i o n, or at least TOLERANCE towards one such as her? 

   ... Eyes would then narrow themselves in  DISTASTE before a HEAVY ROLL had been given. The requested item should have been received more than a FEW SECONDS EARLIER, child. A hand gesturing itself then to pick up the pace before returning to its tucked away position in the crook of her elbow. A T S K immediately heard, the moment the other’s comment had been made.

   “Hm, fine... PLEASE do pick up the pace, next time, won’t you?”

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   Take note, however, that Excella was STILL willing to let Chris and Sheva turn around and leave, many times. Evident that she sees the entire affair as more so a private business than Wesker actually did.

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   EXCELLA GIONNE for the most part, was known simply as a PAWN, particularly throughout the events of RESIDENT EVIL 5. A woman that had been swayed by the DEVIL himself, she was willing to do absolutely ANYTHING the man had wanted, especially during those final stages of his plans. 

   EXCELLA initially had her DOUBTS about the man, as she had so stated later on, the DIRECTOR had NOT been immediately IMPRESSED when her eyes had first laid upon him during his arrival. A BUSINESS WOMAN, first, before anything else. Wesker, however, was still able to penetrate past those walls in due time, and had the woman wrapped around his finger before long. With the PROMISES made to her, through the use of his CHARISMATIC wiles, not even the untouchable DIRECTOR of TRICELL’S AFRICAN DIVISION could stay immune to what he would offer to her.

           ----- “Why... when I've done so much... all for you.” -- Excella Gionne -----

   INFATUATION was certainly a large part that played into all of this, along with a little GREED. For, while the woman saw herself as a QUEEN to Wesker’s new world (For all that he would rule over, she would have her part in some of it, as well), it was very much evident that the woman was actually falling further and further for the man. Dangerous, intelligent, and most definitely capable and above so many men that she had crushed beneath her heel over the years, Wesker was certainly someone that she looked 

   ----- “Wesker doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself.” -- Chris Redfield -----

   WESKER would have unfortunately manipulated her past a point where she herself would never realise the TRUTH, until it was much too late. And while the phrase “LOVE IS BLIND.” is but a nauseating if not cliche PROVERB that she had believed she would NEVER fall VICTIM to... a far more horrific fate had befallen her, adding further to the agonising BETRAYAL she had received from the man she had come to DARE LOVE.

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{{ Detective }}

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      While what had been said previously was said was in truth, he could admit       that it was a little sudden and heavy for a conversation starter with this       woman. Still, from what he could tell, it seemed to catch her attention. Maybe,       if this broad proved to be worth the time, it could save him from a night of       frustration, if not boredom at the very least. Many could say that he didn’t       have anything to be feeling bored about, yet it didn’t stop that from settling       in once he shook off the day’s events after he had clocked out.

      Roy didn’t mirror her actions, his back staying leaned back against his chair,       an arm slung somewhat lazily over the back as a cigarette dangled from his       fingers. He can see her study him, Roy finding himself doing the same, though       without the same intensity. She was interesting, at least, he could give her       that. She certainly seemed to fit in with the rest of the place and it made him       wonder if she had some jealous boyfriend lurking nearby. With a small sigh,       he brought the cigarette up to his mouth as he leaned forward more, taking       a quick drag before he spoke.

      “If you’re surprised to hear that, you haven’t stayed here long enough,” he       said, dropping some of the ashes into the tray before he leaned back again,       giving her a quick grin.

   A COINCIDENTAL MEETING, one that would perhaps make this evening just a little more MEMORABLE, than it should be. Especially when it would seem that SIMILAR THOUGHTS were running through her own mind, right then. On her part, she believed that such a starter to a conversation had simply been his way of catching her ATTENTION. And oh, how it certainly had, in this very room, in this very Jazz club, the very DAUGHTER of DON PIERO GIONNE herself.

   SHE CATCHES A GLIMPSE OF A SHARK, behind those pearly whites that dared to flash themselves in her direction. Such CASUAL CONDUCT was met with a tip of her head, lips pulling back just a little tighter, SMIRK still in place. To say the least, there was nothing really to FEAR, so long as he played his cards right. While her bodyguard, BIAGIO, was only an ear away, there was no need for his AID, just yet.

   “Hm, perceptive, aren’t you?” As sarcastic as that had sounded, take it as you will, detective. Another tap of her cigarette, before she takes a slow drag from it, “Consider me the... shall we say: New Kid on the Block?”

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”What’s in it for me?” [ aaand from billy B') ]

Sentence Meme [ Leverage: Season 1 Edition ]

   “Surely, you can figure that out by yourself?”

   STRONG AND HANDSOME, BUT UNFORTUNATELY (Or FORTUNATELY), a little on the SIMPLE-MINDED side. Excella, however, was still GRACIOUS enough to offer her utmost attention to the tattooed male. Slowly circling herself around him as he remained seated, leisurely gazing over the other’s rather TENSE FORM, whilst she did. It was in due time however, that she rested a hand down upon his shoulder.

   “There wouldn’t be a need for you to RUN, anymore,               especially if you were to remain under my care.” 

   And did as she asked of him to.

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"Oh, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit." [ from moira! ]

Sentence Meme [ Leverage: Season 1 Edition ]

   THERE WERE FAR WORSE SIGHTS THAT WERE COMING THEIR WAY, this, she promised the younger one. Of all the things to elicit a GRIMACE out of the woman, it was the thought that some of THAT filthy substance escaping past the child’s mouth and onto her own branded gown. Still, with much BRAVADO, as expected of herself. And, with the click of golden heels and a strut that demanded the other’s attention back on her. EXCELLA was kind enough to offer the other some time to straighten herself back up onto her feet (As well as to remove her hand away from her mouth) before making her REQUEST.

   “You, I require a first aid spray, now.”

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”I’m not---don’t try to change the subject!” (i have no idea but if you feel like responding to this then feel free xDD)

Sentence Meme [ Leverage: Season 1 Edition ]

   A MERE CHILD, COMPLETELY UNDESERVING OF HER ATTENTION. But alas, there she stood, arms folded, and brows furrowed, as time was wasted speaking to this one. How the teenager had gotten so deeply lost within this facility-- surely security should-- No, they WILL be arriving in the next few minutes to see her out, should they wish to keep their jobs.

   “Your frantic demeanour speaks otherwise.” AGITATION ever so evident in her voice, especially as a few words were dragged if not gritted out, nearly shattering her once URBANE DEMEANOUR. To think, such a thing had nearly occured, simply because this young woman had found her way in here, “Oh? Had I actually changed the subject? Or is your MINUSCULE attention span simply not able to keep up?”

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”Sometimes bad guys are the only good guys you get.”

Sentence Meme [ Leverage: Season 1 Edition ]

   “Trust me, I have had my fair share of BOTH.”

   A SMOOTH LINE IF SHE HAD EVER HEARD ONE, executed with the utmost CONFIDENCE. Whether it had been REHEARSED or not, it didn’t necessarily matter to her. Though, a part of her leaned more so to the LATTER (Most probably due to EXPERIENCE). For once, it does not draw an UNIMPRESSED SNEER from the woman, but a smoky laughter past silvery-glossed lips. 

   AS GREEN MET BLUE, the Italian gave a seemingly amused tilt of her head before leaning forward. Arms folded, with slender fingers tapping lightly at the elegant cigarette holder held within her grasp. This time, she studies him, analyses, SCRUTINISES, all whilst ashes fell into the crystal tray between them.

   “Though, I must admit that I hadn’t expected to hear this from you, detective.”

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   Tfw you don't ship much but when you want to ship with one of your good friends during one of those rare times, you are too nervous to ask them about it.