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“Hey!” A bright smile is plastered prominently on her features as laughter slips from her, “It was either that or the Ustanak.” She teases, though admittedly, her driving was atrocious and she’d never drive a broken bus in a panic again. “Honestly, I think I did you a favor, Harper. Maybe not so much now, but definitely saved your butt back in China! Near death or not.” Her smile remains, but not without a hint of unease. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked that, actually. “It’s better without Simmons..” The words slip from her before she has a chance to filter herself. She considers taking it back, but on second thought– “Thank you. You and Leon did me a favor.”

                    ❝ Yeah, you saved my “butt”, alright. ❞       Jesting jabs aside, she mirrors Sherry’s unease with a subtle wince upon hearing Simmons’ name.       ❝ I-it is, but I couldn’t have done it without Leon. I- I heard you had to endure years of him... I can’t imagine. ❞       Her empathy is genuine, pained expression besmeared where a once buoyant smile painted her face. Despite their conversation taking a dreary turn, she manages to steer them in the proper direction.  Her perseverance alone outweighs anything else.       ❝ Consider us both members of the Simmons hate club- Hey, you wanna go grab some lunch? I could use the fresh air. ❞

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HEAD

FACE SHAPE: diamond. CHEEKS: full. CHEEKBONES: predominant though not gaunt at all. LIPS: full rouge. SKIN COLOR:  tan. SKIN TYPE: smooth and warm to the touch, particularly in her palms. soft too. EYE SHAPE: almond, upturned. EYE COLOR: light amber. EYEBROW SHAPE: rounded. EYEBROW COLOR:  light brown EYELASHES:  long, thick, and noticeable even without makeup. NOSE SHAPE: longer bridge with a pointed tip.  HAIR TEXTURE: soft to the touch, and i’d say fine though there’s a lot of it.  HAIR COLOR:   light brown. HAIR LENGTH: to her shoulders. EARS: average.

UPPER BODY

SHOULDERS:   broad. in other words, she’s never required shoulder pads in any of her jackets or shirts. ARMS:  muscular, but not bulky. well defined. STOMACH AREA:   flat with distinguishable abs.  LOVEHANDLES?:   no. CHEST/BREASTS:  tig o’l bitties ( D cups ) NIPPLES:  uh pink? lol perky.  BACK:   muscular yet soft looking, there are a few blemishes too ( moles, scars etc ) HAND SIZED:   average.

LOWER BODY

HIPS:   curvy.  BOTTOM:  datass. i mean... it’s a good size.  THIGHS:   incredibly thick thighs. 10/10 could crush a man’s skull with them. ( probably has before ) CALVES:  muscular like the rest of her body lol. LEG LENGTH: long... everyone does a double take on the rare occasion she wears heels. 

OTHER

BODY HAIR: other than the hair on her head and eyebrows there’s none.  SCENT:  jasmine, a hint of sweat, coffee, and hairspray. HAND NAILS:  active length. as in, incredibly short.  TOENAILS: short as well, and round.  VOICE: deep, sometimes sultry, but soft.  HEIGHT: 5′7 WEIGHT: 140 lbs PIERCINGS: ears TATTOOS: none BRA SIZE: D SHOE SIZE: 9. PREFERRED CHOICE OF SHOES:  boots. always.  CLOTHING STYLE: she has an entire closet full of vests and pantsuits.  GENERAL BODYSHAPE:   tall and athletic. 

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perseveransus:

“What? Are you saying you DON’T like being alone with me?” Joshing words hide the worry he’s feeling; like Helena, he’s noticed how overly quiet things are and it doesn’t sit well.  B.O.W, human, animal…there should be at least some of those things around and yet there was nothing; it was disconcerting. “Let’s just hurry and get through here.” And hope nothing bad happened

                 ❝ More or less, yeah. ❞       Facetious chatter gradually dispels while she takes in their surroundings.        ❝ I get the feeling someones’ watching us... this could easily be a set up. ❞       Full lips taut in trembling unease, spurning the calm before the storm in an anxious churn of her stomach. She’s wholly expecting a worst case scenario the more she connects the dots.        ❝ What if our “lead” led us here on purpose? This towns been desolate for months- Hell, maybe even a year.  This is the perfect place for an ambush... ❞

[cerisetheai]

hydraheld ❤’d for a one liner.

❛ i’m so sorry about your sister — no-one deserves to have that done to them. but i can assure you that simmons is definitely being punished wherever he might be. ❜

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                 ❝  In hell, hopefully. ❞       Buoyant smirk twists into the corners of her lips, desire to continue their conversation shone through her pointed stare.        ❝  I’ve heard a lot about you, but it’s nice to finally put a face to a name. Leon... he sort’ve gushed about you, but not hardly as much as your brother. You’re one tough cookie. ❞

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hunnigan:

❝     i never suspected that would be your goal with coming back but i do have quiet a bit to do in repairing this organization and having an agent who isn’t at peak performance shall ruin all of that.     ❞         this wasn’t mean in any sort of condescending way towards helena, and if it happened to come off as that way, then certainly she would apologize. this was in the best interest for the organization and they didn’t need anything else to bring them down. all it could take was a small slip up from anyway to truly bury them six feet under.          ❝     i suggest you pack up and leave now or i will have you escorted out.     ❞          there was a highly distasteful tone in her words, a much more strict tone than she normally used.

                  ❝ Yes ma’am. ❞       Refrained in both bark and bite, she clenches her jaw while making a peaceful exit.       ❝ I was on my way out when you told me the first time. ❞       Gentle in her tone, a cardboard box is filled with her belongings, amber eyes fixated on an old muted photograph slipped into her coat pocket; icing on her miserable cake and a solid reminder of better times. Even so, she strides past her superior with a friendly nod accompanied by a feigned smile.      ❝ If you need anything at all... you know where to find me. ❞

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HYDRA HELD in calloused palms, her agile frame is swathed in sweat and a hint of fresh gunpowder. ICHOR dribbles from her lips, a wry smirk accentuates her features.  Battered, though never DEFEATED.  // Established. 2012. Rebooted 2017. Written by: Taylor.

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bitchspy:

      “ Don’t be dramatic. ” She mutters out, barely wincing to the pain. Anymore this was of the normal everyday. Ada Wong has been stitched up and put back together so many times she isn’t even sure she’s all there anymore. Still, she is feeling the after effects, and the painkillers taking their toll. “ … Yeah – guess I’ll at least be staying over huh?” Probably not in the way Helena had hoped. She’d make it up to her, there were plenty of ways to do so.

                   She heaves a labored sigh, sanguine soused sleeves deftly folded between nimble fingers.       ❝ Dramatic? My reaction was completely normal for someone who gives a damn! ❞       Tensed features slacken, opting to link her arm around Ada in favor of an argument she knows full well will go nowhere.       ❝ Yeah. You’re staying overnight, actually. I’m not letting you leave till morning. No exceptions. ❞

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❝        forget the glasses. what’s the status of the mission.        ❞         //        independent, selective, and private ingrid hunnigan of resident evil.

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She’s fixated on barely legible scrawlings jotted on paper from their most recent meeting, a task which had consumed most of her attention as she made the long trek back to her office. The man talked so fast, it was amazing she’d managed to take notes at all. Her hand could hardly keep up, making both writing and deciphering a difficult task. It was approximately 1'o'clock as she made her way back, it had become routine at this point. Most had fled the building for lunch, while the few that remained were fortunate enough to bring their own. She hadn’t planned on running into anyone, figuratively, or as the case turned out to be, literally as she collided with her brown haired co-worker, papers flying from her hands in comedic fashion. It’d taken her a second to snap back to reality, to realize what had happened, and as she did a sharp inhale of a gasp could be heard from her as she hurried to collect her notes, “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t see you at all I–” her panic is quickly calmed as eyes fixate on familiar features, “Helena?” There’s a glimmer in her eyes and a bright smile as she calls her name, “No way!! I knew you worked here, but I– I’d never seen you! How’re you doing? Oh my god.”

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                  ❝ Long time no see. ❞       Fingers tidily fold a handful of papers from the ground beneath them, unfurling wry smirk accentuating her features.        ❝ You’d think running me over last time would’ve been enough. ❞       Her voice rings low, tone drenched in sarcasm when copper eyes meet baby blues.        ❝ ...but you just had to tackle me this time, didn’t you Birkin? ❞       Thin crinkles form from the remnants of a chuckle, placing her notes back into Sherry’s arms. There’s an urgency to barrage her with questions, though she’s unsure where to begin, perhaps even somewhat timid in her response.         ❝ I’ve been... I’ve been coping, how’re you holding up? ❞

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hunnigan:

ingrid wouldn’t allow her to say no, this was more or less going to be sort of a forced vacation for helena. she was putting her foot down now, nothing could change her mind. in order to bring back the reputation of the dso and the united states, she had to make sure all her agents are at their best and that nothing could tear down what she was trying to rebuild perfectly.           ❝     it’s more so an order, and that’s final.     ❞         ingrid never wanted to be like this, especially not to the woman she had considered her closest friend but at a time like this and after all helena had gone through, she needed to be harsh about this and needed to demand that helena take care of herself.       ❝     look, it’s done and over with and you can’t change anything that had happened. though what you can do is make sure it never happens again - to anyone.     ❞

                ❝ Right. ❞       Silence bestrews a CONVOLUTED battle, melancholia plasters her features, though it’s STRANGULATED and swallowed along with the pained lump forming in her throat. Ceaseless guilt is a merciless CROSS to bare, but she carries the weight with every staggered step.       ❝ Not only is that a promise, but it’s my duty to ensure the safety of our civilians no matter what. ❞       She stands, placing her hand upon Ingrid’s shoulder with an affirmative nod.       ❝ Besides, I see no use in ruining everything you’ve done for The DSO. I wouldn’t dream of it. ❞

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thecommonchick:

Me opening up to someone:

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wearesurvivxrs:

                 A sister. Not quite the same as losing a daughter. At least for him. Still for her its a tragic loss no doubt so he won’t try to bicker with her about it. Just pretend that he cares even a little bit. Granted she is putting herself through this turmoil cause Joel doesn’t ask questions or bring up subjects that could lead to this. His chest tightens about her mention of promises. It wasn’t quite a promise but more of a job to protect Sarah. In that sense he failed in the most tragic way. “Yeah. I know what that’s like.” Joel can empathize about feeling nothing. He’s shut himself down for 20 years and killing is just a thing now. Nothing more than something he feels he has to do.

                      TRAGEDY plays its’ hand well, leaving nothing desired in a path of relentless CARNAGE. Her heart is TAUT in anguish, vindictive fervor pulsating in place of where MERCY once was.       ❝ I guess it’s normal for people like us- ❞       She begins, wringing ichor DRENCHED palms together, yearning to place another bullet between the eyes of every unworthy soul still BREATHING, still wreaking havoc on innocent lives.       ❝ ...people who’ve got nothing left to lose, but sometimes I wonder if it makes us no better than the lowlives we’re killing. ❞

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perseveransus:

Just when had Helena gotten so snarky? Leon wasn’t too sure, but he liked it, things were always more fun when you were being cheeky.  Following after her, he shakes his head in mock exasperation at her words, “You probably just cursed us, you know that? Now we’re going to run into a whole hoard of them.”

                 ❝ Looks like it’s just us... no offense Leon, but I think you’ll agree it’s kind’ve unsettling. ❞       DESOLATION cloaks what used to be a quant small town. Any last vestiges of humanity having disappeared or succumb to the WOES of bioterrorism.       ❝ It’s too quiet. ❞

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helena; sort of crack?

While Leon was off crashing into cars, automobiles, planes, trains and probably motherfucking stationary phone booths–Rain was here to antagonize Helena. She stood, lithe form leaned against a small table and pressed PLAY on the small boombox. Her full intention was to both piss someone off and train for kicking zombie asses while she healed from her last injury with a rather oversized licker.

Blaring from the speakers was the song Helena by that shitty teenage emo band My Chemical Romance. Her olive colored fist hit the punching bag and only stood back to steady it upon seeing the figure coming into the room.

“Yeah–finger slipped, sorry about that. I was trying to find the track with the Backstreet Boys on it.”

I know you know all the fucking words, Harper.

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                 ❝ Uh huh... ❞       Forehead swathed in SWEAT, she resists the urge to tap her foot along to an all familiar tune. ‘Helena’... it echoes through Rain’s boombox like a mantra, nostalgic memories STRANGLE her.                   Index finger slides across the play button, hitting pause with a slight tilt of her head. Though a smirk adorns her features, she wonders how this woman knows... ( or has she been sent by a friend to mess with her head? )                                                  ❝ ... So long and goodnight. ❞

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                 ❝ My sister was taken from me- ❞       A sharp breathe is INHALED through gritted teeth, somewhat frail in her tone, though her eyes are full of ire upon her tragic recollection.        ❝ ...this man, a monster by the name of Simmons blackmailed me until I eventually complied, helping breach The President’s security. It not only led to the death of our president, but Deb- my sister... she was infected by the time I found her. I let her down- I failed to keep my promise. Do you know what that’s like? ❞      Lissome fingertips DIG into trembling palms, hoping to draw blood.        ❝ I killed him- but that didn’t fix anything. It didn’t bring her back. Though that doesn’t matter anymore. Every time I take a life now? I feel NOTHING.  Absolutely nothing. ❞

[tornhumanityarchive]

@hydraheld requested for a starter.

           Alice doesn’t blame the girl, for clinging to her mother. Funny thing is, she used to do the same when she was a little girl, with her own mother. Awfully shy around new people, but Becky’s reason was different and she understood entirely. You just never know when people are going to up and disappear. 

She wouldn’t dare leave Becky all alone. Not even death would be able to rip her away to begin with. But death could rip Becky away, and that terrified Alice more than anything. 

A familiar face drew Alice’s attention when they approached her, and Alice spared a kind and grateful smile. “Helena, good to see you here.” Agent Harper was probably the only reason Alice would be okay with staying in this place with Becky. Even though it’s one of the BSAA’s hidden headquarters, anything was bound to happen. An accident. 

Or some asshole bringing the T-Virus in the building, thinking they’ll be okay. 

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                UNWELCOME nostalgia pierces anima, forcing her gaze to strain itself away from Alice’s child. Her wounds rip open at any SUBTLE reminder, that yes, Deborah is long gone and she’s left to her pitiable life she’s uncertain is even worth LIVING.                   ❝ Likewise. ❞       The solemnity in her tone is FORTUITOUS, though it comes out all the same when her eyes finally manage to meet her friend’s.        ❝ You need to keep her strong. ❞       A hushed whisper through an insistent grasp of Abernathy’s wrist.        ❝ I shielded my sister from everything I could possibly imagine and... I’m assuming you can fill in the blanks. ❞                    Blunt and to the point, but hardly APOLOGETIC, she loosens her grip, grimaced expression taut in concern.        ❝ IF worse comes to worst, she needs to know how to defend herself, or at the very least- keep up with me if we manage to- lose you in the process... ❞