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Amusement colored her tone, but it wasn’t mocking, rather in good nature as she eye’d the young man. Her mama always told her that tough love was a branch specific to the Ocampo women.

“You any good with that weapon?”

#stxveburnside #( >>| The Survivor )#beep boop #subpar starter is subpar #>.<

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

She didn’t do well in small spaces anyway, but the male she was current “trapped” with, had a cock sure attitude that clashed with her own on a dangerous level. But, determined to “play nice”, Rain opted for being optimistic to the best of her ability. Which wasn’t a lot. Given that they were in an air duct above a writhing mass of undead, certainly wasn’t helping.Their choices were shit city, shit central and shit plaza.

“———whats left in your mag?”

#dontstepinmypuddle #( >>| The Survivor )#| v; not dead yet |

"Waffles or pancakes?"

“Definitely waffles, but…. Are you making them? Because last time I tried, it was a disaster. The support staff still hasn’t recovered.”

#realprojectalice #( >>| The Survivor )

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MEME: send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed ---------- Alice

It wasn’t often that the small ensign appeared soft and unguarded. Her trademark scowl ever present on her lips, the tension in her brow.... but while she slept, after all this time, having finally found her, Rain’s expression was calm. Almost serene in her slumber. Her.Alice. The woman of whom shared the horrors of their beginning. The only other survivor of the HIVE and the only other person in the world ( what was left of it ) that truly knew the nightmarish pain that coursed through her. The only person who had seen her at her worst, covered in blood, at her end and grasping for straws.

She was finally here and even if it wasn’t over, Rain had achieved the one goal she had set for herself when she regained consciousness back in the Mansion. Lost in the best dreamless sleep she had felt in a long time, she tightened her arms around the woman who meant more to her than she would ever say aloud, “Alice....”

#realprojectalice

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her heart beats//same as mine [closed starter]

shesxallxheart

stratcom-agent-kennedy:

@shesxallxheart

The beast swung, hard, batting the clone aside like she weighed nothing. Leon moved quickly, tossing his body between the woman and the cement pillar she would have otherwise hit. The impact would have broken most of her bones, at the very least, if not her neck outright. The soft thud of her body hitting his was a preferable alternative. When did he suddenly give a shit about one of Umbrella’s test dolls, anyway? This whole Project Alice mission had him in knots.

When Alice turned to pursue the massive BOW that had her deaf clone child hostage, Leon opened his mouth to remind her why they were all down here in the first place. He would have told her that rescuing a thing that probably wasn’t technically human was suicidal, especially when the beast that held her was grotesquely large and aggressive—and clearly intelligent. Leon would have said that the action was not worth potential consequences.

He would have, except the woman in his arms gasped, breathing and warm against his chest.

Leon said nothing, save, “you okay?”

Lorraine was stunned.

Here she was; ripped from her quiet and quaint little life and all but choke slammed into a reality she just wasn’t equipped to deal with! Of course, given the stressful tone of her life as was with the NRA and the-----she blinked, looking up into the face of an angel. At least, that’s as far as she figured it. Wasn’t every day a man built like that, with eyes like those, saved your ass from certain death, and a look to the left proved that’s exactly what would have happened.

But that’s also when she felt the burn across her chest from where she had been struck. She hissed and her hands came up to clutch at her battered torso with a grimace. The gun she had been given clattered to the floor, but she nodded and managed to look up at him again. This time, the cloud of awe didn’t color her image of him. This time, pain and reality dinged tones from vibrancy to dull and muted tones. They were still far from out of the fires, yet.

“I’m ok....” She whispered, the act pulling tight bruised muscles and taxing the limits of her body. “Thank you. What happened to Becky?” Eyes widening, one hand grasped at him, “Where’s the little girl?” She was already looking around, eyes drawn up from the last place she recalled seeing danger.

#stratcom-agent-kennedy #stratcomagentkennedy #| v; good clone bad clone |#( >>| The Activist )

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Things to remember when sending me memes:

I want them all send them

Even if we haven’t written

It’s a great ice breaker

I really love memes

So send them

#( ' o o c ' ) | >> The Writer |

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:: HELP OUR MUSES GET ACQUAINTED STARTERS | questions!

“ did you need some help with that? it looks like you’re having a bit of trouble. ”

“ I’ve seen you around, but I’ve never caught your name! ”

“ hello? can you hear me? ”

“ excuse me? can you tell me where I am? ”

“ you look so lonely all by yourself. mind if I join you? ”

“ I love your backpack! where’d ya get it? ”

“ I don’t like pistachio, either. ”

“ so…what do you like to do for fun? ”

“ waffles or pancakes? ”

“ do you like it around here? it seems pretty boring to me…I don’t know the area too well. ”

“ I’ve never seen it! would you mind showing it to me? ”

“ is there anything else you like? movies? games? talking to yourself, maybe? ”

rpmemefairy

a rather cliche meme

add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship

send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed

send 🙊 for out muses to meet up in secret

send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)

send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress

send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine

send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together

send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together

send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours

send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)

-watching wisker and fam fighting like-

this is why we don’t have nice things...

#dash commentary ;#omfg xD #sory about the shitpost --- but couldn't be helped

tornhumanity:

Alice smirked lightly at the response, somewhat expecting it – but she didn’t expect to be quite amused by it. Reminded her of her former team mate, that she had lost. He was so young, too. Alice was in training for the Commander title by then, and he was their best marksman.

She says nothing, not right away at least – as she shrugged her jacket off, and left it on the nearby bench. She then opened up the single locker right next to the bench, used to store necessities that anyone can use. Rather than having to go all the way back to their personal lockers. There was still plenty of hand wraps left, thankfully.

“No, not at all. But there usually would be something wrong, when the person absolutely despises staying in this shithole outside of their shift.” She never liked staying down here that much either. The place would give her the creeps during night. Maybe she’s secretly grateful Rain had decided to stay this evening – she wouldn’t feel so… alone.

Would seem they both could use a distraction.

Once the hand wraps were bound tightly around her palms, and over her knuckles, she tossed the roll back in the locker and shut the door. Her gaze settles on Rain again.

“How about that sparring session?” It may have been mentioned in passing once, but neither of them didn’t think too much on it – till tonight, right here and now, it was the perfect opportunity. Without another word, Alice made her way towards the training mats. There was a punching bag suspended to the ceiling nearby as well, if Rain wasn’t up for the match – Alice wouldn’t mind taking a few rounds on the bag.

However, she is more tempted by the other’s presence and decides to just let herself go, allowing her more playful nature to emerge. A mirthful smirk spread across her face then, before she brought her hands up in front of herself, balled into fists.

“Unless you’re not in the mood to get your ass kicked.” Her tone gives away the teasing.

Her expression quelled slowly, in degrees of lessening from tense regard to relaxed speculation. She was always tense anymore. Since the HIVE. Since her whole life had been taken from her. Swept out from under her, turned on its ear and turned into a freaskish and painful nightmare. Like what had kept her here; because waiting for her at home, in a bed that wasn’t her own, was the ghosts of her team. Questions that tormented her with survivors guilt and trauma. Questions that worsened after she found that Umbrella had been cloning them... But maybe that was part of it. Why she was down here, when she hated this place more than anything else on the planet... Maybe she was glutton for punishment, and every now and then, liked to choke herself with her failures. Because it was safer here, than in her dreams.

Swallowing thickly, absently wringing the handtowel between her fingers as she contemplated her next set; she stood off the bench and brushed her thumb to the side of her nose with a scoff of a laugh. Reaching for the weights on the bar, preparing to add more, the smaller woman shook her head and reached instead for her water bottle.

“Well....” She began in a taunting drawl. Lifting the bottle she took a sip, keeping her back to Alice. “You’re not wrong about that.” Taking another pull, she indulged in her thirst once more, before setting the bottle aside.

Rain didn’t even have to say anything; the smirk on her face was not just accepting of the challenge, but seemed as thankful for it, as Rain could manage to feel at the moment. So she turned, made eye contact and smiled. Aggressive scowl, tinged with humor to most. But that was just how Rain was. All prickly barbs and taunts.

Already wearing tape on her knuckles from the weight bar, with dusting of white chalk on her forearms and fingernails; she was ready to go. It wasn’t often, or with many, that Rain loosened up enough to smile. Alice was one of those few.

“My ass kicked,” She echoed, brows lifting as she tilted her head. “You think so, huh?” This time she laughed, hands lifting into lose fists as she broadened her stance. Lifting her chin, Rain’s dark eyes glittered, “Come get some.”

#tornhumanity #| v; not dead yet |#( >>| The Survivor )

realprojectalice:

Alice grabbed at tendrils of her sweat-coated hair. Out of the frying pan and into the damn fryer, she thought to herself. She thought they were able to get out, be free, but it seemed Umbrella had other plans.

“There’s got to be another way out of here. This can’t be it.”

She wanted to punch the shit out of the doors for sealing on the two of them. They needed to get out of here before the rest of those things came after them. She wasn’t going to let herself die here.

Rain changed the subject, stood up and tucked the handgun and her remaining bullets into the back of her belt.

Three doors; two of them locked. The obvious solution was the simplest and easiest answer. But Rain didn’t trust those odds. Her ability to trust had been warped and broken. But something nagged at her, pressing as wrong and dangerous. Trapped like fucking rats...again. We need a plan.

"What do you have left?”

#realprojectalice #| v; not dead yet |

#| O O C | out of rain;#like for a starter!#| v; not dead yet |

shesxallxheart

Double Trouble

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tornensign:

“Have I fucking mentioned I don’t like you?” Rain growled at her clone, still bitter that she had thoroughly kicked her ass in the process. One infected girl against a bitch that could eat bullets? God no. Would her pride admit that? Hell no.”If I find the anti-virus for you and that’s a big IF, stop trying to kill my friends!” and she ran as fast as she possibly could. Sure enough the Licker started forward upon seeing the slight outline of a moving flash and the sound of shattered glass under her boots.

She was clearly trying to protect the evil bitch from the BOW. Once human always human. There was an abundance of emotions going through her brain right now and the ensign wasn’t sure if she should bother with this suicide mission. Why? they had just tried to kill each other. Suddenly her instincts took over and she too spotted the dumbwaiter. Small enough to fit in tight places in the first place, Rain yanked open the steel side lid and crawled inside as quick as possible. Her hands gripped onto the old rope and started to lower herself down below.

Panic overtook her expression and the rope was pulled more and more until it burned her fingers. The Latina almost lost her grip on it from being so exhausted and almost fell down like the goddamn Tower of Terror ride in Disney World. Her grasp steadied despite the feeling that this was too much like a tiny elevator like J.D. had been stuck in. Small form fell suddenly as fast could be but she kept her screams muffled. With a grunt, her body landed on a pile of garbage bags.

“Oh, fuck. Nasty man!” the tomboy rasped and rolled off of the old rotted food and banana peels. Someone in this restaurant was definitely not getting a tip. Rain snapped out of her daze and hopped back onto her feet. In pure reluctance, the rope was pulled up once more in order to send the stupid thing back up for her ‘twin’.

She would have bolted from the basement, left the other to rot but Ocampo just couldn’t. Maybe Alice had gotten to her, made her soft. Losing her team had killed her inside, made her fall apart. The only thing that made her blissfully happy these days was imagining Spence dying the same way over and over. She had been too out of it to really see much considering stupid Matt had carried her like a rag doll to the train. But luckily, there had been a flash, a zombie screech and then the swing and clang of an axe hitting skin.

“Hurry up, bitch!” her voice hollered into the abyss.

The Security Op twisted her grip on the knife she was holding, gritting her teeth at her counterpart in vicious rebuff. The feeling was very mutual, if not exceeded. As per the shortcomings of her base copy; the woman of natural born flesh and blood was a failed prototype and paled in comparison to HER the better improved, superior Rain Ocampo. Emotions clouded judgement, and while unchecked served as an unfair handicap; the security op was more than familiar with turning those feelings and emotions off in favor of serving her goals. Which, at the moment----as it turned out, because oh joy she was excited---was in the bowels of a dumbwaiter.

When the latina ensign lurched into motion, the Licker’s exposed head swiveled in their direction; its lashing, winding tongue fanning side to side as if addressing the temperature of the room. Much like a snake would for prey. But the Operative knew better; her gaze narrowing as her attention shifted from the running copy of herself, to the BOW. Licker’s weren’t heat sensitive; at least, not that she had observed. They were phonically drawn. It was impossible to ascertain what her “clone” had in mind, when she executed her plan; but Rain didn’t give it much thought. Couldn’t afford it. Once the plan had been set into motion, the Licker was too. One for the chute; one for cover.

Exchanging her knife for her handgun, Rain shot off a few rounds; bullets thudding into the shoulder, spine and flank of the Licker in mid-jump. Redirecting the BOW from the chute, and back to her. Now that she had its attention, Rain holstered her weapon and took three steps backwards, licking her lips and blowing a strand of her hair from her face; eyes darting from the oncoming threat to the dumbwaiter her “clone” had dropped into. Nose wrinkling and crouching low; she knew only of a few ways in which to kill a Licker or to evade it. A sweetspot of a window; because too close and those arm-length talons of the BOW would slice her into quarters. Too far and it’d be able to corrects its momentum and the few seconds heads start she would need to the dumbwaiter, would be lost. It was slight. Only a sliver of a chance, but as finger less gloved hands balled into fists, the leather protested and the Licker leaped into the air; tongue swaying, claws extended and mouth gaping wide. Her dark eyes lifted, watching the BOW’s ascent as the path between her and the dumbwaiter became clear. Darting forward, Rain immediately fell into a tumble. The Licker swiped at her back, barely missing her spine and the back of her head. Coming up from her roll, Rain pushed into a dead run. Head down, legs pumping. The BOW slammed into the wall with a wet squelch and crash. Concrete crumbled, lose and struck from the force and the creature’s claws. It scrabbled to right itself, and then was chasing her down again.

Nearing the chute just as the words, “Hurry up bitch!” echoed up to her. Glancing over her shoulder, Rain withdrew from her belt a small grenade. “Get out of the way!” She warned, preparing to dive into the chute and leave behind the incendiary. But it had to be timed. She threw it ahead of her, making sure it bounced against the wall below the chute, before she dove head-first. Only half-way down before the bomb exploded and her hands found the rope that her “clone” had sent back up. It hadn’t even registered that she might not have. All that drove the Operative to do what she did, was survival instinct. There hadn’t been, me and her. It had been them and it.

#tornesign #( ' not our problem ' ) >> | Sec.Op |#| v; good clone bad clone |