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[galp4lentine]

@inkrbbn // continued from here! (thread? please? 👀)

Jill was going to kill Chris Redfield, but the second that thought entered her mind, she shuddered uncontrollably. What used to be a joke threat between friends still felt like a visceral emotion she'd experienced only days? weeks ago? She had no idea how long it'd been since they returned from Kijuju, but the overpowering desire to actually kill Chris was still a recent memory. But she was mad at him. Didn't he think she deserved any kind of warning that Carlos was going to be visiting her today? Or maybe that he should mention that the man was now working for the BSAA judging by the emblem on his shoulder.

It's not that she didn't want to see Carlos, quite the opposite. It'd been a decade since she'd last seen him and nearly as long since they'd spoken a word to each other. Letting him walk out of her life had been an immensely hard decision back then, but he deserved space and she let him have it. He looked just like she remembered him, but more assured, stronger, though still with that unruly mop of hair. No, Jill was very glad to see Carlos Oliveira again, she just hadn't wanted him to see her like this.

Her body was an absolute wreck from P30 withdrawal and she felt small and vulnerable. It wasn't just that she could feel like lack of strength coursing through her veins—years of having her mind fucked with had made it hard to feel like herself. She understood that there were people who cared for her and they were overjoyed to see that she was "back." But everything was too raw and recent and every time she closed her eyes it still felt like sinking beneath the waves of her own consciousness, never to return.

Her pathetic question was the only think she could think to say to him as he gazed at her, and she suddenly regretted it when met with his warm affirmation. She shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed they'd moved to her quarters/examination room. She didn't want him to leave necessarily but she felt so exposed. She averted her eyes and found a particularly interesting speck on the wall to examine.

"I don't feel very 'super' right now…" she mumbled.

[ofrequiem]

      “  p-please  stop  giving  puck  guns!  stop  talking  to  him  about  guns!  stop  encouraging  him  about  guns!  in  fact,  we  should  all  be  gaslighting  him  into  thinking  guns  don't  exist!!!!!!!  please!!!! ”

[coffinshared]

@inkrbbn - continued from here.

“ No, but... does Gatorade work okay? I dunno about Red Bull. ” Manuela offers, holding up the blue flavored bottle. she's kind of an expert on passing out, at this point; when the U.S. government had first met her, they'd wanted her to see what the absolute limit of her powers was. which... was draining and tiring and she got lightheaded sometimes. a lot of times, actually. “ You're supposed to drink a lot of electrolytes after you faint. I know that this doesn't taste very good, but I think blue is the best flavor, so... hopefully it's okay? It has the Jill stamp of approval if that helps. She'd always bring me some whenever I felt lightheaded. ”

Manuela sees the laptop screen in front of Carlos, and with a single finger, she pushes it shut. she's no nurse, just a botanist here to visit friends, but she's learned a lot about first aid from being around Jill. if it's serious enough, he might have a concussion, which means that screentime probably should be reduced. she smiles at him, fidgeting with her own bandages while she waits for him to say something. anything.

“ I'm going to call someone, okay? I don't really know who I can call here right right now, but keep talking to me. Um... ” Manuela wishes she knew Carlos better, but she does know how to make small talk. she'd had to learn, and while she's still not great at it, she thinks she's a lot better than she was when she first came to the States and could hardly speak English to the standard she was expected to. she frantically searches through her contacts, eventually clicking dial on Chris' name. “ Are you watching the Wor.ld Cu.p? Or have you been? I keep trying to see if Jill wants to watch it with me, but she's too busy to catch all the matches, and I don't know if she's the biggest fan of fútbol. ”

[redemptioninterlude]

SUBJECT: a new blog starter ! CONCERNING: carlos oliviera

a leg cramps ; her hands moving down her calf, trying to massage life back into her limbs from where she holds her own within the clock tower. the number of hours that go by between bullet rounds in the hallways have increased, and it tells her that the dead are multiplying, as the living succumb beneath the sheer volume of it all. at least they do their work in the last few days, taking down where they could, ada occasionally sweeping through a room to CLEAR OUT the rooms below whenever she tried to scout a little further, check a little deeper. her source had told her that there should be a source on the surface, and who was she to turn down what could be an easier score? who knew...

that she'd have all the time in the world to contemplate how the hell that they'd gotten here to begin with. it left her shaken, honestly. to see that the research done had somehow managed to warp so furiously within human subjects, resulting in something that ada would have claimed were IMPOSSIBLE before this.. but no. there's no denying the dead have risen, and as this placed filled with the rotting scent of death, bodies, bloating, she realized that, like it or not, she would likely have to head down to find what it was that she needed.

she does the little puzzles needed. collects disks, sliding them into place, gutting this place for the resources that she could. and she's so close to GOING when she heard the sound of a familiar voice, calling out, looking for survivors. no. could it really?

ada looking nearly as surprised as he did when she rounded the corner, her gun armed and at the ready, and found herself met with carlos. there's a pause, and a slow smile formed on her lips, pulling off the sunglasses from her face. "never thought i'd see you again in what i would have to say feels a little bit like hell." her lips curved into a grin, taking a step forward to tap the muzzle of his gun from its aim at her. "STAND DOWN, soldier. if they have you deployed, things must have really gone to hell outside..." she has questions. after a few days in here, monitoring the radio waves, there's only so much she had from the outside world to work with right now. "think you could spare a few hours to help a lady out, oliviera?"

★— ATTN: @inkrbbn

[ofrequiem]

@inkrbbn ( carlos ) / liked for a one-liner <3

          “  i  can't  prove  it  was  you,  but  i  know  it  was  you  -  "  she  knows.  and  he  knows  that  she  knows  that  he  knows.

[galp4lentine]

gripping the others jaw and tilting their face up wordlessly. (carlos)

@inkrbbn // 🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Jill was probably being a brat, she was usually being a brat when it came to Carlos. Though, she was starting to suspect that he liked it quite a bit. He'd better like it because with the way he always took a position of dominance with her, them butting heads was inevitable. Jill hated giving up control, especially after spending years under the thumb of another man against her will. The fire Carlos had witnessed in her when they first met all those years ago wasn't gone, but she'd struggled to recapture it so far in her recovery.

She ripped her eyes away from his to look pointedly at his lips for a moment, her jaw still firmly held in place by his hand. Kiss me, damn it! Predictably, he didn't move. It annoyed her but Jill wasn't quite at the begging stage—yet. It was different with him and it had taken her a while to understand that. Carlos didn't take control from her, she now knew that her never would. But he certainly didn't relinquish it very easily and like now, Jill usually got too impatient to fight him on it anymore.

She snapped her teeth at him in a mock bite, looking up at him again with her best pout on display. His fingers flexed and moved with the motion, allowing her movement with no real resistance. It sent a small trickle of relief through her as she remembered that if she truly wanted to pull away, he would let her. But Jill found that she didn't want to pull away from him. If he wanted to look into her eyes that badly? Fine, she'd let him.

It did not mean her hands had to remain idle, however. She trailed them down his front, appreciating the muscle under his shirt as she moved towards her quarry. She unfastened the button of his jeans and raised an eyebrow in question.

Can I have what I want yet?

[ofrequiem]

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

from carlos (@inkrbbn)

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. / @inkrbbn

            “  h-hey!  hey!  come  on-  i  have  to  go  to  work  later!  ”  grace  whined,  swatting  at  his  arm  playfully  as  she  pouted.

she  could  feel  the  way  his  mouth  worked  at  her  skin,  the  way  his  teeth  scraped  against  it  -  it  made  her  shiver  and  should  it  be  any  other  time  than  right  now,  she  would  usually  get  him  back  for  it.  but  she  had  places  to  be!  and  she  knew  his  actions  were  going  to  leave  a  dark,  very  visible  mark,  for  the  world  to  see.  she  would  have  to  change  into  a  shirt  with  a  high  neck  now,  even  if  it  was  way  too  hot  for  that.

“  you're  an  absolute  menace  -  ”  she  pouted,  but  that  didn't  stop  her  from  pulling  him  into  a  kiss  anyway.  perhaps  it  wouldn't  be  so  bad  to  be  a  little  late  to  work.

[cxrsedhxusen]

@inkrbbn - Cont.

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"Yes, I do! I really do!" Danhausen said whilst she was still talking, responding to her in real time instead of waiting. He nodded enthusiastically, hunched posture making him appear far more BIOWEAPON-ish than Minseo. "Danhausen and Mince-ee-oh — we'll have FILMS and a PODCAST. We can ask Chris for a spot in the Hound Wolf Squad... THIS YEAR!"