#alphateamsfinest

[anthologicals]

❝  you  wanted  to  know  why  i  was  buying  eggs  the  other  night?  ❞  his  tone  is  less  spiniferous  than  normal;  an  uncharacteristically  soft  lilt  twined  within  it  with  lips  slightly  upturned.  STARTER       CALL     /     featuring    @alphateamsfinest

[the4thsurvivor]

Stomp on my muse’s foot

Nonverbal RP Starters

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

Silence. A single beat passes after the loud stamp into his foot. He stares.

"Steel toe boots."

[vicarispa]

@alphateamsfinest liked for a starter

"You'll have to excuse my brazenness. I usually don't do something like this, but I hate to see you out of commission."

They are somewhere public, some crowded cafe on the streets of Roma, he knows better than to corner people like Jill Valentine, or invite her somewhere secluded, so it's open. The day is bright, the sun hits the cobblestone streets that have been there for a thousands of years, the heat haze warping the distant buildings into mirages.

The weather is hot, so Vin orders something hot to drink, the cup of espresso sits on a small saucer, he takes sips of it carefully.

"I was hoping things would be going a bit more smoothly for the BSAA, but I understand the leader has gone AWOL." He continues. "I don't mean to rub dirt into that wound, I just know it's causing some complications." He knew very well about Chris Redfield's sudden absence.

"I will cut to the chase. I would like to hire you as a bodyguard. Would you be interested?" He tilts his head. "The pay would be good, that much I can assure you. But it would be a bit... difficult."

[primitiveside]

"You're better off in solitary especially if the rumors are true. Rather have you alone than a bloodbath. No one likes the paperwork of dealing with injuries." @alphateamsfinest finally acknowledges Riddick instead of her report. "Why don't you tell me what you got caught for instead?"

Cold as Jill's words are, she's still willing to hear him out. A provocateur's smile spreads lips. "So," tipping his head this way and that, assessing her through the bars. "You are still in there somewhere."

His hands are cold from the shackles, flexing his fingers keeps his virulent blood moving. It's about all the gesturing he can do with them bound behind his back.

"Wasn't law enforcement that caught me," Riddick starts. "Ain't been inside a prison in years. Leaves me to wonder: where did they tell you I escaped from?" Equal parts amused and curious himself.

[omniterror]

Favorite horror game ?

List your top 5 favorite tropes. ;)

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬 / @alphateamsfinest & @soil-from-slaghtaverty

resident evil remake ( 2002 )!

i listed some on my last one, but i'll happily include:

gutted like a fish

absurdly sharp claws/teeth

evil masks

would hurt a child ( sometimes it's ok to be truly evil )

cruel and unusual death

[ubcs]

"You can look, quick, then listen. I need you to help me find that file I was working on!" @alphateamsfinest throws the dog a bone.

At her command Carlos rights his posture (all those drills... maybe they really did manage to forge a soldier out of a jungleboy).

Was it that obvious: his appetites, impulses? Or is it less about his acting and more about Jill. Her and those keen eyes?

Note to self. Next time: Wear. Sunglasses. For now, she's subject to his bare gaze: memory committing, hungry. Ought to be nagged by shame, giving a look like that, but her permission frees him of the burden.

Okay, back to business. And back to more polite places to look, like the floor. Or his boots. When'd that shoelace start fraying..?

"What's it look like again? That file you were talkin about?"

[squarecranks]

ivory  glove  fits  snug  to  his  wrist  bone,  tugged  once  more  in  preparation  of  the  dosage  he  takes  measure  in  administering.  a  single  blond  brow  twists  in  the  act  of  amusement.

❝  oh,  jill.  .  .❞     the  inflection  of  her  name  resonating  his  tongue  furthers  a  minute  smirk  from  familiar  apathetic  appearance.  ❝  always  asking  the  most  mundane  questions  when  the  obvious  answer's  right  in  front  of  you.  ❞   

at  the  quiet  turn  of  the  tyrant's  heel  shades  swipe  from  his  face  and  onto  the  counter,  revealing  effulgent  marigold  orbs  infused  of  malice.  ❝  evolution  of  the  human  race,  my  dear  —  and  now,  with  your  help,  i  can  achieve  that.❞    the  faintest  dry  chuckle  rumbles  at  the  base  of  his  throat.  ❝  such  irony,  isn't  it?  ❞   

@alphateamsfinest "What do you hope to achieve by all of this?"

[undenial]

ㅤ❛ how long are we gonna be in here? i need to get home. ❜ they've been traversing this warehouse for what seems an eternity, and each passing second only raises his anxiety, a white - knuckled grip on the pipe he's been clutching since narrowly escaping his office. ❛ i just― i have to know if she's okay. ❜

@alphateamsfinest