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[ofrequiem]

CONT'D FROM HERE ! / @plagasaved

            GRACE  LOOKED  UP  only  long  enough  so  Ashley  could  see  her  roll  her  eyes  and  then  immediately  went  back  to  what  she  was  doing,  familiar  tunes  blasting  in  her  one  ear  phone.  Of  course  what  she  was  doing  was  important  -  most  of  the  work  she  did  was.  Well,  at  least,  she  thought  so.

“  I'm  scouring  forums  -  ”  she  began,  still  looking  at  her  screen,  scrolling  and  occasionally  typing  in  another  tab.

“  They're  just  conspiracy  theories  mostly,  but  sometimes  someone  actually  comes  up  with  a  good  point!  So  I'm  trying  to  see  if  the  case  I'm  working  on  has  any…  uh…  fans  -  ”  she  grimaced,  lips  curling  in  displeasure.

She  understood  the  facination  to  know  about  all  things  secretive  and  perplexing,  but  some  people  were  way  too  into  serial  killers  and  the  things  they  said  were  bordering  on  being  nuts.  But,  she  had  found  that  sometimes  the  people  with  the  weirdest  obssessions  did  have  good  observations,  given  that  they  looked  their  ‘  favourite  ’  cases  from  every  angle  possible.

[cynicalmastermind]

@plagasaved continued from [ x ]

There were few people Wesker trusted with responsibility, fewer were those he could trust completely. Ada and Krauser were both wonderful tools in his belt, but he had lost contact with both, one mysteriously right after the other. No amount of button pushing or screen staring could give him a cause behind the disruption, or their current locations. The idea was distasteful, but he was not above getting his hands dirty. After all, if you wanted something done right...

Tracking Krauser's last known location lead him to an abandoned, bloodied house. It was disgusting and he had to hold his nose to avoid the pungent smell, trying to avoid the hanging limbs and flies, but there was no trace of Krauser to be found... strange. Stranger was the commotion nearby; in the distance he can hear agitated shouting and the faint whirring of a chainsaw motor and decides that leaving the area would be the best course of action.

Albert wasn't in the mood for a fight.

So he disappears into the surrounding trees; it was time to find Ada, or at least examine her last known location for clues. With luck, he would find her with ease and use her to help track down the other, but if he couldn't find her Wesker may have to extract the virus himself. Again, distasteful and not what he wanted to do, but the problems in his carefully laid out plans required flexibility to fix — he would not fail here.

Minutes later, a young girl stumbles into his path and for a moment he fails to recognize her; Ashley Graham, the president's daughter. How interesting that he stumbles upon her out here... but what about her guard dog? She seemed just as startled as he was to find her, but a sudden crack — and a loud one at that — disrupts the moment. Wesker didn't have time to ask questions or babysit the girl, so he continues forward, leaving her to her own devices.

Or so he thought; moments later he realizes that he is being followed. A brief glance over his shoulder reveals that Ashley had followed him, though she was smart enough to keep her distance. Her cautious nature brings a smirk to his lips that is dispelled with a sigh and a shake of the head. He spoke to her without looking back — they had to keep moving; but her response gives him reason to pause, so he turns to look at her.

"Yes." He speaks curtly. "Are you keeping track of where you are, girl? Or are you hoping that I might have the answer for you?"

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

to protect & serve | trevor sinclair & 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦 of @plagasaved

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄. Perhaps he showed his potential within his special forces unit. His 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑦 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑂𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 reflected that. His Physical Fitness tests, his weapons qualifications, and the promotion points he received. He did have some college under his belt, and he was still planning on working on it, and with this special assignment, if 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 allowed him to, he could continue working on his degree, even if he had no idea what he was going to do. Life outside the Army never occurred to him, and frankly, he didn't have a life to go back to. 

His family was slaughtered, and Trevor had nowhere to go. The Army had become a new home for him. He gained brothers and sisters in arms, but the nightmares he had were still recurring. He was thankful that behavioral health gave him medication, and he actually had a therapist whom he trusted with his mental state. She was nice, and oddly, reminded him of his mother; at least what he could remember of her. 

When Trevor finally arrived at the location where he'd meet Ashley Graham, he was given orders to dress in a suit; others didn't need to know that he was still attached to the Army, so civilians⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ was the best way to approach it. Looking at his phone, he was sent a picture of Ashley and looked ahead to see it was her. ❛ She's cute. ❜ Trevor thought to himself as he approached her. He did his best to wear a gentle smile when he got closer to her, even though he could remember his former drill sergeants discouraging smiling. 

❝ You must be Ms. Graham. ❞ Trevor began to say as he looked down at her, hazel eyes meeting her lighter colored ones. Oh boy, he was in trouble. Clearing his throat, he tucked a finger under his collar to pull it slightly as if he was trying to give himself room to breathe. 

❝ I've been added to your protection detail, but I wanted to take the time to get to know you myself, know your boundaries, your schedule. Essentially, I'm going to be your shadow from now on. ❞ 

It wasn't like Ashley had much of a choice; being the president's daughter already had a target on her back, and in a sense, Trevor did as well. But it was all part of the job, the contract. To defend the US Constitution from foreign and domestic threats. Even if a part of the contract was to be completely⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ out of his comfort zone, not wearing his uniform, or being around his battle buddies.

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" are you more the cardigan or sweater type ? " tiers pressed in thought picking up two fabrics , pads of thumb tracing before she hands it to Grace to pick from. " this one has a nice feel and not scratchy too which is a plus the shade pretty ! but what do you think ? " in a toned out blue , she thinks it compliment her eyes.

( this included Ashley arts & craft hobby hc with making things , I hope you like it ! <3 )

/ @plagasaved

             “  hm…  i  like  sweaters  more,  but  cardigans  are  just  more  handy,  especially  in  and  around  the  office-”  grace  replied  after  a  moment  of  thinking,  her  hands  automatically  reaching  out  to  touch  the  fabric  ashley  was  holding  out  to  her.

she  weighed  each  in  her  hand,  touching  them  with  her  fingers  then  touching  them  against  her  cheek,  trying  to  figure  out  which  one  would  be  better.  they  both  felt  kind  of  soft,  but  the  other  blonde  was  right,  one  was  a  nicer  shade  and  did  feel  nicer.  so  that  was  the  one  she  gave  back  before  putting  the  other  on  the  shelf  once  more.

“  you're  totally  right,  this  one  is  better  -  you're  really  going  to  make  something  for  me?”  she  asked  after,  pale  eyes  a  little  wide,  cheeks  flushed  warmly  at  the  idea  of  being  given  a  hand-made  gift.

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

blondes have to stick together | victoria atlas & 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦 of @plagasaved

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄, typically, she was the kind of student who kept to herself, never spoke unless spoken to and she kept her nose in her books. She was on the right track for valedictorian, and there was a sense of pride to know that she did so well in school. However, life always had a way of throwing the unexpected towards her. And that unexpected thing was 𝑀𝑠. 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑟𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑚. 

From working on some assignments together and small talk, Victoria had grown to like Ashley's company. Victoria was even able to open a bit and talk more about herself; of course, the topic she mainly talked about was flowers and plants. Where her sister, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 could go on for hours about video games and fandom facts about the games she played, Victoria could tell anyone the significance of flowers and what they represented, even going as far as to remember the flowers for each month on someone's birthday. Victoria never got the chance to ask Ashley when her birthday was, but she was curious what her birth flower was and if it was an accurate representation of her personality. 

Making her way to the campus library, she had texted Ashley about meeting up so they could talk. Something had been bothering her, and she didn't want to bother her sister, or even tell her brother about it; she wanted a chance to build trust with Ashley and see if she could provide advice. However, she wasn't going to show up empty-handed; before coming to the library, she stopped by the local cafe to grab a tea, and then a latte for herself and Ashley, as well as some pastries, since she wasn't sure how long they would talk. Making her way to the library doors, she pushed it open with her hip with the to-go cups in hand and was able to spot the other blonde. 

Making her way towards her, she wore a genuine smile and said, ❝ Hi, Ashley. ❞ A simple greeting, as she placed the latte down and then took a seat across from her. ❝ Thank you for meeting up with me on such short notice. I didn't know who else to go to about this, and it's kind of embarrassing. ❞ Victoria began to explain, and her cheeks were already pink from what she was about to bring up, and she took a moment to gather her words. 

❝ I..um..went to a party last week, by myself, and I danced with a boy. ❞ Even recalling the events made her more flustered than she already was. ❝ It was nice, he was very respectful, and then… he almost kissed me, but then he left. ❞ She took a small inhale. ❝ Did I do something wrong? Should I ask him why he didn't kiss me or should I just pretend it didn't happen? ❞

[ncvarr0]

@plagasaved asked: ‘i’m sorry. i know it hurts.’

STARTER PROMPT ... accepting

he forces a grin up , eyes not quite crinkling in a smile as they did before. " HURTS ?" luis wheezes out a laugh. " no , not that badly. " he lies. there's still a little blood coated on his lips.

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Hues squint as the targets roll closer for them to check ,  she likes to think she's gotten better overcoming that panic that once settled. reflected in shots better grouped up to the center till she see's his.   "  hey.  you're going easy on me . "  with a humoured raise of the brow.  " c'mon fair & square,   buying lunch on the line. "  they already spent an hour or two ? granted it was Ashley who asked to practise.

( from agent verse !!! Ashley really just being something not right here haha )

They're alone at the shooting range which, given the time of day, is nothing short of a miracle. Leon usually prefers to stop by for target practice during the afterhours when most of the other agents already left. It's easier to focus without the noise, especially on days when blocking out distractions doesn't come as easy to him as it normally would. Today, he's here early on Ashley's request. He observes her shots, watches her aim get steadier, the bullets hitting their targets with increasing accuracy. She had come a long way from being the timid girl he rescued from that Spanish village. Soon enough, Ashley would be out there in the field, running her own rescue missions.

"Not bad. But that was just the warm up round." He stops to reload, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he glances over at her. Fine, maybe he had been going easy on her. Just a little. Not that she needed him to, having proven herself more than capable to keep up. He takes aim again, firing off a few shots at the approaching target. No more going easy then. Unless he wants lunch to be on him, he might need to step up his game a little.

[miightcontrcls]

continued from here | leon s. kennedy & ashley graham of @plagasaved

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘. While he scoped out the area to make sure it was safe for Ashley. Baby Eagle needed to come out of his unscathed, otherwise it would be hit ass, Hunnigan's, and possibly everyone else. Leon had met President Graham once, and the look he had in his eyes reminded him of the man in the yellow flannel back in Raccoon City when he was with Ada. Sometimes those memories came back in flashes, and he did what he could to shake everything off and proceed with the mission. 

Every shot he fired, every kick he did, he made sure Ashley would make it out unharmed. She was just a college student; oddly enough, the mere fact that she was a college student reminded him of Claire Redfield. However, Claire was in a league of her own, with her brother training her, and the fact that she took on what is now learned was a B.O.W that supposedly was Sherry's father; there really wasn't a comparison. At least that's what he thought about as he checked the area until he called for her again. 

When she peeked her head out and leaned over the edge, Leon chuckled softly. ❝ Y'know, when you look down at me like that, you kinda remind me of a mouse. ❞ It's cute. The thought was in his mind, but he wouldn't dare say it out loud. That would be unprofessional. Holding out his arms so she could jump into them, he gave a nod.

❝ Yeah, found some gems I plan giving to this merchant guy I met before I found you. Maybe he has some ammo I can stock up on. ❞ Damn shame he doesn't have food.