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@highlyhoned
Hmmm...
I don’t know wither to be happy or scared or feel the emotions all at the same time.
This just osidhnosh, I don’t even know. (I’m trying to keep a straight face. :U)
Well hello~! o vo)/
Asdf why what wrong? Need a hug? -hugs-
Hello, hello! \w/ How you doin'? /shot) I don't know I'm in this mood where I just laugh at everything for no reason but hug -- yes/ ;w; /hugs back;
Hmmm...
I don't know wither to be happy or scared or feel the emotions all at the same time.
This just osidhnosh, I don't even know. (I'm trying to keep a straight face. :U)
Their Escape --- [ Jill & Sherry ]
Pitter patter, pitter patter. Something wet slides down her cheek and stirs the sleepy beauty awake. W..Where am I? Her eye lids flutter open and her memory is jogged when the setting of a white pastel cell comes into view. Right…captured, a test subject. Must of been drugged up pretty well yesterday. Jill wipes the wet substance off her cheek and stands up. Her hazel hues wonder over to her sleeping room-mate: Sherry Birkin. The blonde is still sleeping away soundly and the older female decides to leave her be, knowing she’d need the extra energy for what was in store for them.
Jill gave a soft sigh and slowly made her way over to the sink, brushed her teeth and combed her hair with her fingers. God, I need a haircut. Staring into the mirror, she examined herself. Long hair, same damn white gown outfit, showers twice a week, constantly being stabbed and poked with needles. This is utter hell. It had been at-least five months since both Sherry and her were kidnapped and brought here. Since then they’ve been guinea pigs. Not once had they been able to get in-contact with anyone. Chris must be worried as hell. I bet..Claire’s in the same boat since Sherry’s missing too. God..will we ever manage to escape this hellhole?
They needed an escape plan and fast. Because who knew how much longer the two could last mentally and physically?
The younger blonde gave out a sleepy moan as she stirred. She felt as if she was just beaten physically; her limbs ached, her head throbbed, and she was so tired, she couldn’t even pry her eyes open due to the intense light that was beaming down on her. An achy arm slowly reached upwards, and Sherry shielded her eyes with her forearm. Seriously… With eyelids slowly parting, she let out another exhausted groan. I don’t remember a thing from last night.
The white, bare walls only intensified the rays of the light that shone down on her bed. It stung at her eyes like fire. She just wanted to get up and take care of her morning routines. Turning her head, blonde locks fluttering slightly as it shifted, she noticed that the bathroom door was shut.
I hope Jill’s okay.. with whatever happened.
Sherry sat on the edge of her bed, feet barely touching the floor, staring placidly at the white tiled floors beneath her.
Coming out of the bathroom she felt refreshed. Her hues gazed upon Sherry, who was very much awake now. A soft smile played on her lips."Good morning, Sherry. I figured you slept well?" She asked and shuffled over towards her own bed. Sitting on the edge, she grabbed her hair-tie and scooped her long blonde locks into a low ponytail. It was a rarity that the scientists let them sleep in so long. Probably a sign that their going to be doing something extra special with us today.
It was the same routine: Woken up early, fumble with morning routines, eat and then intense testing all night. It was to the point where Jill no longer had to think about doing it and automatically her body just took course on its own. Deep down inside she was suffocating, the agent was sick of looking at the same white walls and the same white tiles, it was truly depressing to someone like her. "So...Sherry, how would you feel about planning an escape route? To get out of this hellhole?"
If anyone would like to get a discussion rolling for a roleplay, let me know and I'll shoot you a message! Or winging is fine as well.
Roleplays
Their Escape
This is a roleplay with the lovely Agent-Birkin.
Their Escape --- [ Jill & Sherry ]
Pitter patter, pitter patter. Something wet slides down her cheek and stirs the sleepy beauty awake. W..Where am I? Her eye lids flutter open and her memory is jogged when the setting of a white pastel cell comes into view. Right...captured, a test subject. Must of been drugged up pretty well yesterday. Jill wipes the wet substance off her cheek and stands up. Her hazel hues wonder over to her sleeping room-mate: Sherry Birkin. The blonde is still sleeping away soundly and the older female decides to leave her be, knowing she'd need the extra energy for what was in store for them.
Jill gave a soft sigh and slowly made her way over to the sink, brushed her teeth and combed her hair with her fingers. God, I need a haircut. Staring into the mirror, she examined herself. Long hair, same damn white gown outfit, showers twice a week, constantly being stabbed and poked with needles. This is utter hell. It had been at-least five months since both Sherry and her were kidnapped and brought here. Since then they've been guinea pigs. Not once had they been able to get in-contact with anyone. Chris must be worried as hell. I bet..Claire's in the same boat since Sherry's missing too. God..will we ever manage to escape this hellhole?
They needed an escape plan and fast. Because who knew how much longer the two could last mentally and physically?
Nightmare
Since her return from Africa, every-night Jill has had the same reacquiring nightmares from the time spent at the Spencer Mansion, to when she was kidnapped and brainwashed for Wesker's personal usage. It's to the point where she refuses to sleep and runs on caffeine now. Deep down inside, she fears that Wesker is still alive and eventually will come back to capture her, despite seeing his death with her very own eyes. Jill can't even decide where to begin the discussion on her nightmares, talking about them makes her uneasy. Her nightmare starts with her and Chris entering the library and coming face to face with Wesker, the fight between them happens so fast that she's already tackling Wesker out the window and descending into the cliffs. The nightmare shifts, she's badly injured and for several months is in a cryostatis sleep soon enough her wardrobe is changed and immediately she's trapped under the control of Wesker and Excella, serving as their servant. Now..Now comes the hardest part of it all: her part in conflicting chaos onto Kijuju against her own will. The screams, the mutations, the bloodshed destroyed her inside. Spending her entire life into eradicating bio-weapons, she now was a tool in helping spread it. Soon enough the nightmare would end and she'd wake up drenched in sweat, heavy breathing and crying. Jill knew no matter what she'd never recover being who she really once was.
Pianist
When Jill was small, her mother was the one who introduced her to playing the piano. Seeing Jill today anyone would immediately agree that she loves playing with all her heart. But when she first started playing, it was actually the complete opposite. Jill detested playing the piano as well as refused any of the lessons that her mother offered to her. She knew no matter how hard she practiced, no matter how much strong will and dedication she put towards a piece, Jill would never be able to escape her mothers shadow. It was to the point that compliments had discouraged the brunette because she'd get the same one over and over from countless people: "Wow! You sound and play so much like your mother." It frustrated her. All she ever wanted was someone to acknowledge that she, herself played differently from her mother and could shine separately but no one ever did. Jill always played in secret and always pushed herself to succeed farther into reaching her goal: surpassing her mother and making a title for herself. Soon enough she started to compete competitively and managed to win first place every time and for once she finally felt free while playing the piano. At age sixteen, Jill's mother was diagnosed with cancer. No matter what treatment they applied nothing ever worked and slowly, Jill watched her most beloved person wither away. During the pain and suffering, she managed to keep smiling, smiling for both of them. While on her deathbed, Jill's mother asked for a simple request: That Jill played the piano for her, till her very last breath, and so Jill did. She played and played till her hands cramped, till her clear crystal tears stained and reddened her cheeks and whilst she listened to the soft humming of her mother and watched the happy, bright, smile that stayed tight while she played. Her very last words before she passed on were: You're so breathtaking, I could never get tired of listening to you play. You play so clear, so confident, so beautiful..and I love that you've finally find your tempo, that .....you've finally freed yourself from my overlapping shadow. To this day, those very words and her mother herself is one of Jill's prized inspirations when playing the piano.
Guidelines
Don't be ever afraid to send me a message. I'm always happy to start a roleplay with you, conversation, etc.
Unless I see 'mun' or 'ooc' -- I am in-character most of the time.
I prefer quality over quantity, so most of the time length doesn't really matter to me. Feel free to write how much you want -- I'll always try to mirrors yours so we're equal.
Sometimes I accidentally miss one or two of my threads, sometimes two turns into all of them. If I happen to miss yours and a few days go by -- notify me.
I typically jump right on the ball and respond to threads when I receive or start one -- but just remember there's times where I'm going to be lazy as hell. I promise, I'll get to it soon enough.
I have both aim and skype, don't be afraid to ask for both.
I will and can roleplay all versions of Jill. If you have a favorite version feel free to ask me.
If you ever get bored, life gets busy or writer block occurs: Just send me a message notifying me of it. There's no need to explain yourself, I'll understand with no hard feelings.
Smut is fine, let me know beforehand. I will not go with the 'flow' of it.
We may plot or just wing it. I can bend towards either.
M!A: I have the right to accept and deny any given to me.
I am sorry if I don't follow you back. I typically don't follow blogs that aren't roleplay wise.
You don't have to follow me back. I sometimes follow you because I adore your writing and I love stalking it.
Everything will be tagged.
