#elpisrot

[ncvarr0]

@elpisrot hearted for a starter

his heart clenched as sherry got up to greet grace , the BSAA having brought them back here , but luis seemed to be just staring ... waiting for something ... he had never been scared of death , not like he had been watching as sherry had helped leon. if he had lost leon. but as a hand touched him arm ( just sherry bringing him back to the present ) luis physically flinched away , and then forced himself to relax.

" i'm glad your safe " he said to grace managing to finally smile , and mean it . holding back the questions he wants to ask , and forcing himself to focus. " do you need anything ?"

[zenolacrum]

@elpisrot liked for a starter

❝ In the bleak of the morning the rain hits the ground. It breaks through the window and I start to drown... ❝

Why exactly the words, pondering and quiet, leave his lips to fill the silence between the two of them, but with his gazed pinned outside, rain drops accumulating on the glass, a part of him feels the need to connect. Maybe she knows what he's talking about, how he feels. Or maybe he is just making an idiot of himself for attempting to find some semblance of a normal connection with anybody.

[perativered]

starter sourced from ( x ) * @elpisrot

a silent observer , cranium tips ( * the effort of concealment when info is verified & the view of the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center that of a grand establishment ; hues scaling upwards to the second floor ) stable enough when the metallic scrape of her hook launches and embeds itself into one of the corners. a small tug to verify & with ease is the window pried open next. the rooms are sterile pale blues and whites basked in flickering lights , stillness replaced with murmuring tones and the echoes of steps that seem to come from the halls.

sights pressed ahead , pushing the door open slightly to look out. a surprise when hues catch the blonde struggle ; that had been easier then she thought. what had accompanied her muttering phrases jaw unhinged in hunger to take a bite , a slight gurgle . her sight raised & the echo of shots fired to the leg upsetting the balance as it sways crashing into the ground ( * plans change. )

the operative can see the the question's that flare up in blondes expression when panic settles into caution. " thank me later. " it had brought the attention of those around ; she preffered when the indication of their presence was incoherent gurgles and groans / these were more unpredictable.

[worthystill]

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

That   feeling   is   all   too   familiar.   The   constant   night   terrors   that   plague   someone   after   traumatic   experiences   are   nothing   to   be   trifled   with.   They   can   feel   just   as   vivid   and   real   as   when   those   moments   just   happened.   Thor   has   had   his   fair   share   of   them   in   his   years   in   this   job.

She   may   need   the   rest   after   what   she's   had   to   endure   but   Thor   can't   make   her   sleep.   Nor   does   he   want   to   if   @elpisrot   truly   doesn't   want   to.   "Well   then.   Do   you   want   something   to   drink.   Are   you   hungry?"   He   walks   over   to   the   small   fridge   that   is   barely   keeping   the   beverages   cool   and   grabs   one   for   her.   He   places   it   in   front   of   her   before   sitting   back   down.   If   she   doesn't   want   it   then   its   there   when   she   does.

"We've   all   been   there,   Grace.   And   sometimes   they   never   go   away.   It'll   just   take   time."   Even   though   the   crash   was   many   years   he   still   has   nightmares   about   it.   About   the   team   he   lost.   It   still   isn't   easy.

[rescuefield]

it was all my fault. somehow it was all my fault.

among glows of red and blue, the makeshift med station is still somewhat easy to spot in spite of reporters beginning to crowd on site. claire's own badge is still around her neck when she finally steps in ( no hesitation in using the captain redfield's sister plus '98 raccoon city survivor card to make her way through and be the first to know what actually happened ), weight of biker boots dragging along debris of what used to be a road. or maybe someone's house. either way, it adds on the metaphorical bag she carries all the time - raccoon city had been run the ground and still couldn't manage to find rest even as the world barely remembers it on a good day. or its good days, for what matters.

grace ashcroft is something else entirely, a survivor in her own right accidently claiming her own spot in the survivor of bioterrorism hall of fame. it makes claire wonder how much of it all the younger woman knows ( her mother being a survivor too, daylight and raccoon city syndrome being an unwanted parting gift to those managed to escape the horrors of the perfect city with secrets hidden deep under ground ) and then grace talks, prompting claire to go off record about something that touches her more than words could ever express - she once was twenty-five too, sitting in a similar med tent on a folding chair wondering how the fuck she ended up so low in life. claire used to think it was all her fault too, back then.

"it's not," and she knows it's useless to try and change one's mind once it's set, but it's important grace understands this was always going to happen. "if it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else," her mind is vicious about that, suggesting a name she doesn't want to think about for now - she'll have to eventually, because life has this funny way to bring her where she needs to be when least expected. "i'm sorry you got dragged in this, but you'll see that the ones actually at fault rarely get brought to justice." maybe once, then never again and even about that claire has her doubts.

soft sniffle echoes as claire's gaze finally sets on the other person in need of assistance, a little ( a lot ) more roughed up than grace. "not sure if you've spoken to sherry, but she's told me plenty about your situation and i think i can help with that," something she couldn't have done before, more than several lost causes that eventually paved the way to a bigger case of what the fuck are we going to do with these powered up kids? - some good done to atone for all the bad she let be covered in a time she didn't know what else to do. "i can get the paperwork started for emily's custody if you'd like, and will see personally for her to be assigned to a terrasave ward while court gets things in order," beat, badge turned around to show her terrasave one. "probably should mention i'm the ward, and you guys wouldn't be separated in the meantime."

[plagasaved]

plotted starter * for @elpisrot !

the scent of smoke & dust that settles into the air , a crowd gathered mixed with her own team and the other crew that wore securing the area ; right below the unexpecting foot is what remains of ARK ( * it over though she thinks , she talks with Leon for a little while who assures her that he's fine & formally introduces her to Grace. ) she waves him off , as he walks away . bright optics settle ahead when she makes a spot for herself next to the other blonde , a small distance before she speaks. " it crazy to think all that was under there. " partly , Ashley had seen the other reports on some of the previous labs discovered , read through them in her spare time.

one down & another appears like a domino effect it seems.

turning slightly to meet Grace gaze. " I know how confusing it must feel , i been there & if you want to talk about it 'm just saying I'm a really good listener " attempts at humoring ; a soft smile on the agent tiers when she hears what sounds like the slightest chuckle left out at her words ( * guess it did work. ) " but if you don't know where to start that alright too. " Ashley hadn't back then , she still remembers stepping off that jetski headache & fatigue making her head feel like mush when the questioning started. what did you experience , how are you feeling , what happened can you tell me in order ? it was overwhelming.

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

It's not weak to let someone see you hurt.

Initially he avoids answering. Though the hiss that rises from behind the mask is indicative of just how he feels about that sentiment.

What truly surprises him is that he ought to be used to it by now. Pain is, after all, such an inconsequential thing when you are always just a little bruised. He wonders, but does not say outloud, whether the blackish mark spreading its way across the rest of his body has something to do with it.

“And if they think I’m injured they can use it against me. What part about that are you not getting? Nobody is gonna be nice to you around here just because you’re not feeling well.” He replies at last, extending a gloved hand to retrieve the first aid kit tucked nearly beneath one of the unused chairs in that room.

He’s careful about the way he rolls up his sleeve, avoiding exposing too much of the already red and purple looking mark on the more fleshy side of his forearm. No broken skin this time. That’s a bonus.

“If you intend to last you need to learn to keep things inside.”

[the4thsurvivor]

" that's a lot of blood. "

"Mmh." His response is short and to the point when she speaks to him. Blood runs across the tile, dripping down the steps into the lower levels of the building. HUNK is cleaning the inside of his mask, which was also coated in blood, and his shoes were both standing in the reddish brown puddle of the ground.

HUNK continues to clean, wiping out the grime, and the greasy blood that smears red over his black gear. There's no signs of bodies, although gore and flesh is present around the room. He continues to work, expecting the other person to move on, but instead she stays, and he supposes she wants a further explanation than what he gave her.

"Gideon." He elaborated with one single word. It wasn't GIdeon's blood, no, he wasn't that lucky, but his experiments, which HUNK was getting to experience; whether he wanted to or not.