Which Resident Evil Action Figure Is Worse In Terms Of Likeness?
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Jill Valentine
Leon Kennedy
They’re both equally bad!
Neither, they both look pretty good!
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Note: These are vintage Toybiz Resident Evil action figures!
OP's opinion:
Leon, because wtf did they do to his hairline? I'm dead 😂 At least Jill's figure is pretty faithful to the concept art for RE1 (even though her eyes are scary beyond all reason).
I have been so interested in Leon's backstory of breaking up with his girlfriend right before the events of RE2. I've been so curious about her, we know nothing about her. Who is she? What was she like?
What happened when they broke up in September of 1998?
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The rain was coming down hard as the bus pulled up to the stop. Stephanie sighed, pulled her hood forward, and stepped down onto the sidewalk. Her coat did very little to prevent her from getting drenched as she trudged the five blocks to the apartment.
Stephanie Erikson had just finished up a night shift in the glorious nightmare that was retail. She’d been picking up extra shifts, which at this moment she was pretty sure that was just about the worst idea ever. But she needed to do it so she could save, save, save for her and her boyfriend to move to Chicago together in two weeks time.
That was the plan, at least.
For now, they were still occupying a piddly little studio in Urbana, IL. She wrapped up her med school program at U of I last semester and got accepted for a residency in Chicago, and her boyfriend just graduated from the police academy with top marks, giving him a guaranteed spot in the Chicago PD.
They’d both worked so hard, and got everything planned out, and it was finally all coming together.
It was so close to being perfect.
She reached the apartment building, trudged up the three flights of stairs to their apartment door and fumbled her keys into the lock.
“Hellooo,” she called out as she stepped inside and shrugged off her sopping wet jacket.
“Hey…” his voice called back absently. She hung her jacket on the hook and turned to see him on the couch, hunched over the coffee table. The entire surface was covered in papers, notebooks, and scattered newspaper clippings. She immediately noticed the almost empty bottle of whiskey resting on top of a haphazard stack of notes.
Stephanie sighed. Not this again.
“Leon.”
He looked up with a start and stared at her blankly, as if his brain was taking an extra second to snap back into reality.
He blinked and rubbed at his bleary eyes, “Oh, sorry, hey sweetie, you're home?” he glanced down and checked his watch, “Is it 11:00 already?”
“Yeah, it felt like that shift was never gonna end,” she huffed, “My brain has completely melted into soup from counting inventory.”
He stood up to greet her with a kiss on the forehead and wrapped his arms around her.
“Ew, I'm still soggy,” she laughed and hugged him back in spite of her protest, resting her chin on his shoulder and sighing while she soaked in his warmth. Her smile dropped as her eyes drifted back to the bottle on the table, “You've been drinking tonight…”
Leon perked up his head, “Hm? Oh, no, just a couple drinks to clear my head,” he pulled away and saw her skeptical stare, “I swear, I haven't drank much.”
She could feel the slight wobble in his step and frowned. She knew he was lying. She knew that he drank almost that entire bottle in one sitting. There wasn't any liquor in the apartment this morning, because she'd angrily dumped all his booze down the sink during their fight last night.
He promised her he wouldn't buy any more today.
Leon seemed to catch onto her unhappiness, “No, no, it's ok, look, I'm putting the bottle away,” he made a big show of screwing the cap back on and bringing the whiskey back into the kitchen, “I'm done drinking tonight, I swear.”
Stephanie huffed and folded her arms, “It's just that I worry about you when you get like this…”
“Get like what?” He gave her a sweet, disarming smile and wrapped his arms around her waist. He always tries to get out of trouble by being charming, “I'm absolutely fine, promise.”
She hummed and draped her arms over his shoulders. He was trying so hard to be convincing. She wanted to believe him. Maybe she could just pretend with him.
Leon tucked a piece of her wet blonde hair behind her ear and kissed her temple, “Do you want anything to eat?”
She shook her head, “I already ate at work, I think I just need to shower and go to bed,” she slid her fingers down his arm and grasped his hand, “Do you wanna come take a shower with me?”
Leon looked back at her with an apologetic grimace, “In a bit, I promise. I'm just so close to a breakthrough on this case, I can feel it.”
He let go of her hand and made his way back to the coffee table, “I just know there's something else going on with this Arklay case,” he shuffled through some loose news clippings from the last month, the gears visibly turning in his head, “I mean, a dozen people turn up dead or missing, looking like they've been eaten, and the police aren't finding any leads? Something isn't right. This isn't just some case of rabid coyotes attacking people in the mountains.”
Stephanie let out an exasperated groan and followed him back to the couch, “Leon, you're getting way too wrapped up in this, I mean,” she grabbed a page of notes, scribbled with frantic writing and markings in red pen, “This is getting crazy.”
“But there's something here!” He waved his hands over the table, “All these murders happened in such a short period of time, and there's no suspects, no weapons found, nothing. Is it a cover up? Do the police know something they're not telling the papers?”
“You're starting to sound like a conspiracy theorist, Leon,” Stephanie said, “What’s even the point of this anyway? You think they'll listen to you when you make your ‘big breakthrough’?”
“They might! If I go to them with proof, they’ll have to listen to me, or the media will, or something. I mean look at this,” He held up one of the clippings, a section of the article highlighted, “This report says the body was found showing advanced decay, but this was someone that was only missing for about three days before they were found,” his eyes were looking frantic as he talked, “how could they have possibly decayed that quickly? There must have been a culprit that was tampering with the bodies somehow.”
Stephanie groaned and threw up her hands, “Leon, this is ridiculous. If there is a crazed murderer in the mountains, then the police will find that in the investigation, right? What could you possibly do to help?”
Leon looked at her like she was crazy for not getting it yet, “I could help them spot something they might have missed!”
“Even if you did find something, it’s not like you can do anything about it from here!” she put her hands on her hips, “I mean, you’re joining the Chicago PD, this case is completely out of their jurisdiction, even if you found something it’s not like it would do them any good,” she shook her head, “This imaginary manhunt is pointless. When we move to Chicago, there will be much more important things to focus on.”
Leon was about to say something but stopped in his tracks, his expression immediately shifting to guilt.
Stephanie stared at him, noticing the immediate change in his posture. She crossed her arms against her chest, “That's still the plan, right?”
Leon looked down at his feet, avoiding the question.
“Leon,” Stephanie failed to hide the tremor in her voice, “Tell me that's still our plan.”
Leon sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, “...I took a job in Raccoon City,” he refused to look her in the eye as he said it, “I'm gonna join the RPD. I’m supposed to start on Monday.”
Stephanie scoffed and stomped back to the kitchen cabinet. She grabbed the whiskey out of the cupboard and took a big swig.
Leon huffed, “Steph, come on…”
“We were supposed to go to Chicago together, Leon!” She whipped back around to shoot him the nastiest glare she could muster, “We were supposed to start our future! Ours!” She could feel the tears prickling her eyes. She told herself it was just from the burn of the whiskey, "Are you really about to throw that all away?”
“I'm not-” he stammered, "I'm not throwing anything away. I need to do this, Stephanie.”
Stephanie huffed loudly, “I am so fed up with your hero act,” she saw the way he winced at that. It made her immediately feel bad… but it didn't stop her from continuing, “you don't have to be the one to solve every problem, you know.”
“I’m not trying to solve every problem!” He strode to meet her in the kitchen, “I just want to help people, I want to make a difference. Why can’t you understand that?”
Stephanie took another defiant swig from the bottle and sneered, “So by ‘helping people’, do you mean making your girlfriend miserable and crushing her dreams? Because that’s exactly what you’re doing right now.” She could feel all the frustration of everything in the last few months bubbling to the surface. All the unresolved fights, all the times Leon got too drunk and made an ass of himself. All the times he went above and beyond for others, but left her neglected, “You’re just doing this shit to stroke your own ego, admit it.”
She tried to take another sip from the bottle, but Leon firmly grabbed her arm, “Hey, I think you should take it easy on that,” he said with a stern edge to his voice.
“Get the fuck off me,” she roughly shoved her hands against his chest, stumbling him back a couple steps in spite of his sturdy build, “Who are you to scold me about my drinking? You think I don’t know how much you’re drinking every night? Do you think I’m stupid?”
His brow furrowed in a scowl, “My drinking is not the problem here.”
“Yes it is! It always is! You always make these big promises that you’re gonna cut down and you never do!” She took another drink, “I bet the only reason you decided to join the RPD is because you were drunk.”
“I made the decision a week ago, Stephanie. My mind is made up.”
Stephanie threw her head back in a sarcastic laugh, “Ooohh, even better, so you were hiding it from me until now!” A venom dripped in her voice, “Wow Leon, this is a new level of shitty, even for you.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “God, you are just fucking impossible,” he bit back, “You know, this whole moving to Chicago thing was only ever your plan, it was never mine!” He glared down at her, “Because we only ever go with your plan, right? It always has to be your plan!”
The tears flowed freely down Stephanie’s face at this point, “Fine, if you hated my plan so much, then just go! Leave me behind and go live your hero fantasy!”
Leon’s shoulders dropped, “Steph…” the weight of everything seemed to suddenly hit him, “It… it doesn’t have to be like that. I don’t want to leave you…” his eyes softened, and he held out a hand towards her, "You could come with me. I want you to come with me.”
Stephanie shook her head with a sniffle, “No… no, Leon, I… I can't do this anymore,” she hugged her arms around herself, “I'm done.”
The heartbreak hit Leon immediately, showing all over his face. There was a part of Stephanie that hoped this was all a game of chicken, that he would realize what a mistake this was and take it all back.
But he didn’t. He set his shoulders again, and took a deep inhale, “If that's what you want…” he said soberly.
Stephanie hugged herself tighter and silently nodded.
Leon looked down at the ground, “Right…”
Without another word, he made his way to the bed, dragged a duffel bag out from under it, and started throwing clothes inside.
Stephanie wasn’t even sure if he had anywhere to go, “Leon…” she sighed, “come on, you don’t have to leave right now, you can stay-”
“No, it’s ok,” Leon cut her off, “I can go somewhere else.”
He quickly gathered his belongings, and messily shoved his notes off the coffee table and into his bag. He seemed to care more about getting out as fast as possible than he cared about actually getting all of his things.
He made his way to the door, pausing in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes fighting back tears. His mouth opened and shut a few times before he finally managed to say, “...I’m sorry.”
Stephanie didn’t say anything and turned away. She heard the door close behind her. He was gone. She collapsed onto her knees in a puddle of sobs. The reality hit her that she was probably never going to see Leon again. Her chest ached worse than she’d ever felt in her life. She wanted to run after him, but she felt frozen in place. She couldn’t help but wonder if she just majorly fucked up.
A week later, she was rushing to get ready for work while the tv played the news in the background. She was running late, it was hard to get out of bed the last few days. She wished she could just call out of work, but she needed the money. Especially now since she was paying for the new apartment by herself…
A breaking news segment caught her eye. She heard the newscaster mention Raccoon City and- wait a minute… was that footage of a bomb going off?
She stopped in her tracks, slowly sitting down on the couch with a wide-eyed stare. There was an outbreak? What do they mean an outbreak? The news anchor was using frustratingly vague words, but one thing was made abundantly clear, the government had to send in a missile strike to contain the spread.
“The number of survivors remains unclear,” the newscaster said in a cold, neutral voice, “Officials have stated they don’t expect to find many remaining in the aftermath.”
Stephanie clasped her hands over her mouth. Leon was supposed to be there, wasn’t he? Knowing him, he was probably trying to help anyone and everyone he could. What kind of outbreak even was it? If it was bad enough the military needed to bomb the whole city…
Tears silently streamed down her cheeks. Horrible visions ran through her head. Picturing Leon getting caught in the bombings, his body getting ripped to shreds. If the disease didn’t get to him first.
He didn’t have any family left, nobody to deliver the news of his death to. Or his survival.
This was her fault. She shouldn’t have been pushing him away like she had the last few weeks. Maybe he would have actually come to Chicago with her if she was a better girlfriend. She should have tried harder to get him to stay.
Now she doesn’t even know if he’s alive. And maybe she never will.
On your last post with Zeno in that...head container thingy (idk if there is an official name for that). Would Rebecca like to inject some nicotine into his head water, considering he can't light that cig? 🤔🤔
I was actually just thinking about this last night and I imagine her just sprinkling them in like goldfish pellets.
