#alfastars

[rescuefield]

‘you have been on that thing all day.’

eyes are trained by now to stare at screens for long hours, be it writing a report or searching for info related to cases on the digital morgue - it's a practiced routine that requires dedication, attention to detail and a great amount of focus that puts claire in a state of nothing else existing around her ... chris included until he decided to use his parental figure voice on her.

"well this thing pays my bills," honest in tone as she shrugs some, quickly typing away on a document she hopes will eventually see the light of day at some point. "and my college debt," that one not so much, but then again it seems that's on claire for refusing to be paid for a tell all interview plus book deal about the horrors of raccoon city. if only she could lower her standards and become the worst sell out known to mankind.

"that's actually what i do every day, you just don't get to see it because i don't live here," and truly there have been times claire has considered the thought of moving closer to DC - it would be good to be closer to family, not so much for her but definitely for cooper. a few more lines to type, then tapping finally stops and claire suddenly lowers the screen of her laptop to meet chris' gaze. "what, you thought you're the only workaholic in this family? i'm not like you guys, this is my way."

[attckdog]

" lee? " soft taps on the bathroom door by hardened knuckles , " you been there a while. y' okay? "

FINGERS GRIP THE COOL PORCELAIN OF THE BATHROOM SINK, ALLOWING THE TEMPERATURE TO ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE HIM. the mirror hanging above it begs to reflect his face back, but leon cannot bring himself to peer up and look into the haggard eyes of a man who knows he's dying. instead he uses its surface to observe the growing black blemish taking root against his ribs; pale flesh marred by something leon cannot even begin to put a name to. it's painful to the touch, spindly and deeply nauseating.

one of many growing symptoms.

a wet cough drags itself sharply from his chest, puttering out like a death rattle, the noise being the reason for his venture into the bathroom, and his refusal to leave. he's aware that he should say something, each body he and sherry recover information about, only solidifies that, though the unknown is far too vast. there's no reason to worry chris until he has more to give.

but leave it to said man to sniff out an issue, regardless. " miss me already? " an attempt to force his voice to appear less gravely, and more like the teasing partner he loves being. " i'm just washing up for bed, i'll be out in a bit. "

[rescuefield]

[ TXT ] :   what if i said i'm outside?

CHRIS : oh my god

fabric of window curtain lifted up just about to look outside, claire actually wants to make sure her brother is not texting some bullshit just to get on her last never on a random tuesday.

CHRIS : did someone die??

there can't be any other explanations to how christopher-married-to-the-job-redfield actually found some time to meet and catch up.

CHRIS : gave the doorman an heads-up, waiting upstairs

[harleyridin]

❝ You awake too? Maybe insomnia is contagious. ❞

˚₊·゜・．     𓆩♡𓆪        𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏-𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  &  𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒        &        @alfastars

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒,  𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐀𝐏     —     a  small,  knowing  smile  swift  to  settle  upon  her  features  despite  her  sleep-deprived,  exhausted  state.  

❝   If  insomnia’s  contagious,  you’ve  been  patient  zero  for  years.   ❞   A  beat  of  quiet  humor  softened  the  weight  of  her  words,  tender  enough  to  soothe  the  edges  of  the  truth  that  lay  underneath:  the  self-evident  concern  she  harbored  for  her  brother’s  well-being,  a  tenderness  that  resided  ever-present  beneath  every  lighthearted  remark  and  tease. 

Setting  her  laptop  aside,  Claire  shifted  to  lean  forward;  her  posture  open  with  quiet  sincerity.   ❝   You  okay,  Chris?  You  look  like  you  haven’t  slept  in  days.   ❞   

[vlentined]

tired eyes greet the paper.     once,   twice over.     exhaustion soon settles in the space that causes bones to creak.     pop,   ache in settlement:   which she hardly suffers from   —   or rather,   hardly chooses to make aware in her brain   (...)   it creases into her body like a pressed bruise.     painful,   but soothing:   all at once.     ❛❛  i think by now,   i would've mentioned it so we could've gotten there sooner.     a nap on a proper bed is starting to sound like a distant dream.  ❜❜

the clock reads  [6:48am],   sun already high in the sky  -  pressing against the window her head's been rest upon the entire   ...   nine?   ten?   hour car ride with @alfastars.     sweat begins to collect on the back of one's neck   (her true enemy:   the ponytail)   it's not long before the paper's folded,   crinkling in the silence.     shoved into the glove box for extra insult.     it was a nuisance anyways.     ❛❛  don't suppose you want to stop and ask for directions?   ...   i'll even make it easier on you and ask myself.  ❜❜

[ncvarr0]

@alfastars hearted for a starter

glancing warily at the guards , luis looked down to the wound covered up , still finding it unbelievable he had been stabbed ( finding it unbelievable , he had lived )

" i already destroyed the egg , " luis said , partly true - leon had helped. " i shouldn't be showing anymore infection signs now " truthfully , he just wanted to sleep .

[ka9in3]

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ From : NONVERBAL PROMPTS ]

Charlie sat with his head bowed. His fingers drummed an idle rhythm on the table next to him as Chris busied himself with patching up his side. He had taken a stupid blow on the last mission. More the result of a fall than anything, the rotten stairs in the house they’d stormed had given out on him, but it had left him with the wind knocked out of his lungs and a vivid promise of future bruising.

It really hadn’t felt that bad. Barely hurt the entire way back to base, so minus any cuts and scrapes he was pretty sure he had just bruised his ribs and would be fine. He been intending on heading home to deal with it himself and then catching some Zs when Chris had caught him dodging medical. He hadn’t stood a chance of sneaking away when that glare had leveled on him, so with his tail tucked between his legs he had slunk over to let Chris do his ministrations.

His captain hadn’t said much as he worked but Charlie still felt properly chastised. He snuck a look at Chris’ face but the man was stony, seeming almost far away. His fingers picked up in tempo. He felt like a kid trying to squirrel away from a worried parent. “Um. I think I’m all set, Captain. Ready to head home and sleep it off.”

-> @alfastars

[buckleshots]

short written starter * @alfastars

" you know I was meant to be on a week off after my lecture in Washington. " it had been the plan , after back to back lectures spanning different bureaus reciting presentations & answering to curiosity ( * the jetlag that persisted with it & the phone calls shared with his sister with the promises of sleeping well , eating regularly and not substituting research for sleep ) Noah hadn't expected the message that had popped up following it , the pilot pivoting the course to the snowy planes of Romania. he remembered wanting to visit ; the childhood simplicity of wanting to roll in and take in the snow. now substituted when life takes an unexpected turn & a mind such as his with the knowledge acquired is something gratefully usual.

the cold that welcomes the system and bites into the skin , when he steps out fingertips pressing the jacket collar closer to his neck , hues meeting the gaze of the others . " but I guess it comes with the job , it fungal isn't it ? if you got files I can get a better idea. " see the patterns , draw conclusions the trained eye where years assisting his mother had first drawn interest in the subject & where the government had sunk it talons in the greed of another asset. ( * a smart dog that follows instructions. )