Resurrected Inmate

formerly steveburnsidegetsphoenixdown I don't really RP anymore oops MUN:27 playing a current day Muse

[shinylugers]

source: mcilvaine_art

Steve Burnside, Code: Veronica Remake Concept Art

[cenorii]

Remake concept. Clothes now prison uniform, choker now ankle monitor and the barcode has been moved to the neck. I also changed his hair

[shinylugers]

source: nkjrs12

[sugarspikesart]

Look at me in the eyes and tell me Steve and Ashley wouldn't be an INCREDIBLE duo, I dare you

[kapcant]

Two parts of a whole

[lakesbian]

the rule of fandoms is that if someone has a character in their url or bio they either understand that character well enough to give a 3 hour unscripted lecture on the subject OR they're really obsessed with their version of that character thats an entirely different made up guy. and theres literally never an in between

[darckcarnival]

Incoming text from Steve Burnside: I almost forgot. It's been a while, but Happy Mother's Day Boss Lady!

It wasn't uncommon for Darck to recieve texts from friends, and foten times had specific quiet custom sounds for each one who had her personal number. So hearing the familiar specific chime for steve, she didn't hesitate to check it. The message she got however, was certainly unexpected, but not unwelcome. Getting a chuckle from her all the same. Always with 'Boss Lady', even after telling him many years ago he can use her name.

"Hah, always the same. Dork."

Her hand rapidly typed out a response.

[TXT] To: Steve Golden Guns: Thank you, Steve. That's very kind of you.

[TXT] To: Steve Golden Guns: Still not using my name like the gremlin you are I see. Next time you come in, you're getting a bear hug. This is a promise.

[steveburnside]

[TXT] To: Boss Lady: Yeah yeah, I know.

[TXT] To: Boss Lady: Don't squeeze me too hard. You'll probably break my neck if you do.

[steveburnside]

Knowing that Darck understood his qualms with sharing the grimness of his state with Diana gave him some form of ease despite his current state and allowed him to breathe a little easier. Afterall, he was sure that this adventure of his to see if he could snatch things from his long forgotten childhood home was what would mark the end between them considering how he’d left so abruptly against her pleading wishes for him to stay put. Steve had known what he’d done and couldn’t help but feel that his infractions would forever stain any semblance of a relationship they might have. In the moment, it seemed returning to, let alone ever facing, her again after the time apart would be impossible. “Sounds good, I’ll see you soon Boss Lady.” he laughed lightly, wincing again at the sharp jolt of pain that ran from the puddling wound in his side. He shoved the stolen cellphone quickly into his pocket and moved to lift his tattered shirt, certain that it was more than just a scratch before even seeing the marred flesh of his left side. Obvious marks from where an unruly dog had briefly clamped down on him during his escape littered his side, only highlighting the purpling skin from the fists of his guards. Wrinkling his nose at the stench of the blood seeping from his wound he tried not to gag, head throbbing at the sight and trying not to think of the swift blows he’d taken there as well. Just as he’d laid his head back against the wall to take a steadying breath, fists balling into the rough fabric of his jeans, he felt the uncanny feeling of being watched. Eyes snapping open he couldn’t help but let out another wheezy laugh when his eyes met Darck’s. It felt like he had just seen her yesterday despite the years that had gone by and he couldn’t help, despite the immediate throbbing protest of his skull, nodding his greetings, “Hey!”

[darckcarnival]

It would be an unfortunate tension that Steve needed to handle on his own, even if Darck wanted nothing more than to help things herself. But all the same, she made a promise, and sure as hell wasn’t going to push anything here. Especially since… She’d seen Diana go through things the last few years. Maybe the red head seeing her any time soon wasn’t such a good idea.

Especially with the sight of which Darck was greeted with when seeing Steve once arriving through the shadows. That sharp scent of iron, blood, hanging heavy in the air. With the man himself slumped where he sat and heavily injured. He sure did fight like hell, didn’t he…? Darck felt a momentary swell of pride alongside all her worry and fretting. ‘Thats my boy.’ Stupidly strange and ironic to think that way given the situation, and the ages.

Not a moment wasted longer, the brunette quickly closed the distance. Rushing over to Steve’s side and kneeling down. A medkit suddenly in hand from deep within the many folds of that impossible trench coat. “Christ, you look like shit, Steve.” The voice was full of concern, to match the expression and knitted brow. Flicking open the lid of the kit it’s self with one hand with a critical gaze roaming over the younger mans form, mentally noting just what seemed to be the worst of it that she could tell. Torn into by an animal, probably a canine, who knows how many attacks from humans, let alone whatever else they did to him. “Don’t laugh, just breathe slow, and easy. I’m going to stabilize you a bit, then we get the hell out of here.”

Moving him like this would only make him bleed out more. Not the most optimal given the situation. Already was the disinfectant being pulled out and wetting a medical cloth. Thankfully he wasn’t trying to hide the injury, keeping his hands on his lap- thus, allowing for the woman to immediately press the cloth at that bite mark, and firmly press. As to stop further blood loss, as well as make god damn sure she cleaned the wound, much as can be done at least. “Stay with me. Breathe. I’ll wrap this up and carry you. How coherent are you still?”

[steveburnside]

"Well great, at least I look how I feel." he snickered, immediately regretting doing so when his side heaved under the pain of it. "Man, you're right about not laughing, huh?" As soon as her hands were moving expertly over his gaping wounds he was hissing, sucking air through his teeth and screwing his eyes shut from the stinging that flared into existence. Quietly he tried to count the seconds.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

His focus was only rattled by the sound of her voice, seemingly far away in the haze of overwhelming pain. It took him a moment to realize she'd asked a question and was staring at him from behind purple lenses. He gave a weak nod, trying to show he acknowledged what she said.

"Enough to hear whatever the hell's going on out there," he murmured, jerking his head toward the door that led into the convenience store.

Beyond it, he could hear the sounds of heavy boots approaching and things being knocked off of shelves as their owner got closer step by step. Gritting his teeth harder and exhaling roughly through his nose, Steve was slinging an arm around Darck's neck as he hoisted himself to his feet.

"We gotta go. Sound's like they followed me."

[steveburnside]

((I opened the ask box for Steve!))

[babylon5-deletingsoon]

that minor character doesn't need 5000000000 fans they only need one fan with lots of problems who can love them enough singlehandedly that it's the equivalent to the combined love of 50000000001 fans. that one fan? is me

[darckcarnival]

steveburnside​:

A part of him felt cruel calling so suddenly knowing how much time had passed, but it only lasted as long as it took for another dizzying wave to blur his vision slightly as he let the wall behind him bear the heft of his weight. As panicked as she sounded he her voice was calmer than her thoughts probably were. It took a moment to register that she’d asked not one but several questions and he took another shallow breath trying to make sense of her words. “I’m in a convenience store storage room, just hanging out y'know?” he laughed lightly, another twinge running up his side. “I’m somewhere in Canada…. I think. I was trying to visit home but I didn’t think anyone would still remember good ol’ dad’s fuck ups.” The stench of iron was turning his stomach despite having smelled it so much in the past and he knew he was running out of time to explain what was going on before he succumbed to the exhaustion of running, fighting, and suffering wound damage. Steeling himself to push on he slid to the floor, wincing as a dull ache settled across his body. “I got captured, I broke out, and I’m hiding the best I can. I ummm…” he paused, struggling to put the words together. “Can you come find me without telling Diana?”

It seemed to take some time for the young man on the other end of the line to clear his head, or his words, enough to reply. Which sure as fuck had Darck more worried than before. So many god samn thoughts and phrases running through Darck’s skull as instinct nearly spiked, that protective nature of hers trying to take over so fast. But she wouldn’t let it, not yet, not until she got some more details. Although when he said where he was to try and make a joke, it did her her to snort and make an exasperated sigh. Of course Steve would try and make a god damn joke at a time like this. Some things never change, do they?

Okay, Canada. That helped. There was a low growl from her, hearing how Steve got himself captured. Already the shadows were tugging at the edges of her senses. When someone she was close to called her name and invoked their knowledge, she could pinpoint them easily. However, if Steve had been captured as he said, and then trying to hide out somewhere, then that wasn’t a safe option. So taking this way would be best. Especially since he probably would prefer warning and silent absconding over… What else she could do.

Darck knew she’d unleash hell otherwise…

There was a huff of breath then. “Easy, Steve, I’m coming. Will be there in a few moments, just breathe-” But the woman paused. Hearing his request, to not tell Diana, keep this a secret. And it had her brows furrowing together. But why not tell- right. Right of course… Things hadn’t been nice, before he disappeared. “… Yeah, I’ll keep it on the downlow. Only me and some medical staff will know. Promise.”

With that, the phone hung up. Just as shadows enveloped the half vampire and pulled her in with ease. Full control over the umbral and primordial essence of everything and nothing. Just as promised, after about 10 seconds or so more, did Darck come fusing right out of a shadow on a far wall of the storage room. Foot steps silent as they landed upon concrete floors.

[steveburnside]

Knowing that Darck understood his qualms with sharing the grimness of his state with Diana gave him some form of ease despite his current state and allowed him to breathe a little easier. Afterall, he was sure that this adventure of his to see if he could snatch things from his long forgotten childhood home was what would mark the end between them considering how he'd left so abruptly against her pleading wishes for him to stay put. Steve had known what he'd done and couldn't help but feel that his infractions would forever stain any semblance of a relationship they might have. In the moment, it seemed returning to, let alone ever facing, her again after the time apart would be impossible. "Sounds good, I'll see you soon Boss Lady." he laughed lightly, wincing again at the sharp jolt of pain that ran from the puddling wound in his side. He shoved the stolen cellphone quickly into his pocket and moved to lift his tattered shirt, certain that it was more than just a scratch before even seeing the marred flesh of his left side. Obvious marks from where an unruly dog had briefly clamped down on him during his escape littered his side, only highlighting the purpling skin from the fists of his guards. Wrinkling his nose at the stench of the blood seeping from his wound he tried not to gag, head throbbing at the sight and trying not to think of the swift blows he'd taken there as well. Just as he'd laid his head back against the wall to take a steadying breath, fists balling into the rough fabric of his jeans, he felt the uncanny feeling of being watched. Eyes snapping open he couldn't help but let out another wheezy laugh when his eyes met Darck's. It felt like he had just seen her yesterday despite the years that had gone by and he couldn't help, despite the immediate throbbing protest of his skull, nodding his greetings, "Hey!"

[darckcarnival]

@steveburnside​

Continued from: Here

The moment Darck heard that all too familiar voice of the ginger on the other line, it sent the woman into a tension. Her back straightened and muscles all tightened and ready to spring. He was alive, he was around… Steve Burnside…

Yes, it was known he liked his privacy, been through hell and high water. But that did not stop her from having hired him, gave him a place to stay, moving in and out of base. But now finally, after all this time, he was heard from again. Alive, existing in this reality again, and so very much tired judging by his voice. And probably pained as well.

“Steve- oh my god.” Her voice lost the playful lilt, instantly moving into concern and care. Pushed up out of her desk, coffee ignored, pen tossed aside, already starting to pace. “Yes, yes, you can call in any favor from me any time. Where are you? What happened? You sound fucked up.” Already the brunette was pulling up her power, on standby and ready to move through shadows. She has gotten so much better over the years truly, but needed the go ahead from the other to truly use it to get too him.

[steveburnside]

A part of him felt cruel calling so suddenly knowing how much time had passed, but it only lasted as long as it took for another dizzying wave to blur his vision slightly as he let the wall behind him bear the heft of his weight. As panicked as she sounded he her voice was calmer than her thoughts probably were. It took a moment to register that she'd asked not one but several questions and he took another shallow breath trying to make sense of her words. "I'm in a convenience store storage room, just hanging out y'know?" he laughed lightly, another twinge running up his side. "I'm somewhere in Canada.... I think. I was trying to visit home but I didn't think anyone would still remember good ol' dad's fuck ups." The stench of iron was turning his stomach despite having smelled it so much in the past and he knew he was running out of time to explain what was going on before he succumbed to the exhaustion of running, fighting, and suffering wound damage. Steeling himself to push on he slid to the floor, wincing as a dull ache settled across his body. "I got captured, I broke out, and I'm hiding the best I can. I ummm..." he paused, struggling to put the words together. "Can you come find me without telling Diana?"

[darckcarnival]

*ring ring, ring ring* Incoming Call From: UNKNOWN NUMBER *ring ring, ring ring*

Getting phone calls at odd hours wasn't unnatural or uncommon for Darck, quite the opposite really. But from an unknown number? Now that often times had her cautious. Because the number of which she gave out was for friends and ally's only, a specialized network for her phone really... But that didn't mean shit couldn't get fucked up one way or another.

And here she was, debating a few moments, before weighing the situation. The answer button was clicking, and lifted quickly too her ear. "Hello, this is Darck Eve speaking. Speak now or forever hold your peace." Her voice tinged on playful, just to make this a little more calm.

[steveburnside]

Leaned against a wall, head throbbing, Steve did his best to hold the phone he'd stolen up to his ear. His mind hovered somewhere between consciousness and hazy fatigue from having been slammed into a wall by several guards much larger than himself in the facility during his attempt to make a run for the closest exit. As the phone ringing droned on he wondered idly if he'd even entered the correct number or if she'd even pick up an unlisted number. Afterall, it had been so many years of him drifting in and out of Hell's Pit without really saying anything to anyone and doing his best to fly under the radar. When her voice rang playfully through the phone he couldn't help but give a wheezy laugh, wincing at the pain in his side. "Is it okay to still call in a favor, Boss Lady?"

[starswesker]

Steve Burnside in Resident Evil The Darkside Chronicles (2008)

[ottermelonart]

completed animation commission for @steve-burnside of steve burnside from resident evil!! finished 12.12.21

[chris-is-not-evil]

Guys, do you know that there’s a Code Veronica fan remake in the making?

And they released a demo recently. Go to their website and check it out!

I haven’t tried it out myself, but I’ve watched some gameplay footage and it looks promising so I’m definitely going to try it once I’ve got the time.

[kakeelectricboogaloo]

Don’t worry, Steve’s all clear of the T-Veronica virus! But he did get some souvenirs~