#rekuiemu

[rescuefield]

they say almost getting killed is one of those things that really makes you feel alive.

"good to know," a sarcastic bite in tone, claire not completely sure the claim might work for her - if anything in the past months since returning she has felt nothing but dread. "don't think i'm there yet," no reason to lie to leon when he's been in the same hell as her, and his own demons are only piling up from what she's been told.

"you gonna snitch if i take this?" full bottle of beer dangling in between them, claire snatching it away from the grill trail when the others weren't looking - not that she actually thinks anyone would care. plus, she's only a year away from finally stopping this i'm not twenty-one yet! farce. as if she hadn't gone through worse in the meantime.

when claire finally takes a sip, it downs on her leon is probably just trying to cheer her up, no need to be so uptight about something that can't be changed. "do you?" beat, blue hues setting on him. "feel more alive i mean," an implicit question - am i the only one who's going insane here?

[rescuefield]

@rekuiemu SENT : i wasn't allowed to tell anybody.

"so i'm just everybody now," nice to know in the face of something so dangerous leon had simply decided to keep her out of it. "leon, you should have told me this sooner." maybe she could have found a way to fix everything - this is all her fault after all she let leon convince them to leave. "this would have never happened had we stuck together like we were supposed to," now leon's being kept by the government and sherry is basically on her own with some guy. "man, fuck the government. i can't believe we were ever thinking they'd be on our side."

[harperhydra]

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

“Leon PLEASE-“ She sighs, breathing labored while she hung off his shoulder. He was bleeding far more then her, not to mention launched into a pole so hard, she’s shocked his spine didn’t shatter on impact.

Her wounds were already in the process of regenerating, even if her blood sugar and vitals were crashing rapidly. She hated how much of a production healing her was, teetering on the fringe of death even from a relatively minor laceration if she didn’t keep her metabolism in check… Maybe thats why he was stressing they see her first, but, he was absolutely the more injured between them.

“I’m fine- I’ll regenerate quick, you know this. Let them tend you…” She slowly starts to get back to her feet, standing under her own power, even if it was on shaky legs.

[harperhydra]

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

The days immediately following China were plagued by more horrors than Lanshiang itself. At least, for her. She’d endured a week full of experiments regarding the strain of C she somehow bonded with- CUPID, apparently- and instead of going to her hotel like she was supposed too, wound up at Leons place… At least for one night.

Her trip back to Virginia to finally move into her new apartment in DC wasn’t for a couple days… She had time to kill.

His question wasn’t unwarranted, she was up and sitting on his couch trying to stall off the inevitable nightmares. It was almost 2 am- The city was asleep already, for the most part, and yet…

“Maybe.” She replies flatly, eyes glazed over while she drew her knees up against her chest, wrapping her arms around them and staring out the window. There’s a solidly distant look in her eye, still trying to process everything.

“Sure, can’t say im the best conversation partner right now, though…”

The danger had passed, but why did the aftermath hurt far more than the injuries…?

[harperhydra]

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“Just gimme a fucking minute…” She barked back, annoyed- Pissed off that she let something even get her by the leg like that. She was so certain that BOW was dead before she climbed up there, so to turn around and nearly be dragged off that cliff?

She should have made sure, she should have…

But now she’s staring down a profusely bleeding bite wound and a twisted ankle, and CUPID worked fast, but not fast enough for their needs.

“Know this isn’t your first time doing a rural mission, but…” She sighs, defeated, she’s gonna have to swallow her pride, and it’s a hard pill. “Fine- its gonna take like an hour to heal right. See any abandoned shacks or anything we can use in the meantime? Even a little bit of cover is better then staying out here…”

She’s quietly taking stock of the things in her utility pouches. How many glucose packets did she have? How much time did they have to really sit and babysit CUPID?

Barely any… But if he wanted her on her feet, they’d have to make that time.

[rescuefield]

claire its the 5 second rule its still good

"still gross," she only picks crumbs up from her shirt.

[rescuefield]

@rekuiemu SENT : i almost lost you for good.

"lost? me?" amused scoff pushes past lips, brows lining into a frown as claire is very obviously trying to play off what had just happened. "don't you worry about me, i'm basically immortal." she's just kidding - joke terribly aligned with the timing of their separate investigations. she doesn't pay much mind to it either way, hands patting along fabric of her jeans as she takes one quiet breath.

"that was nothing leon, really." the goal is to reassure him as best as possible albeit being the one who might need reassurance the most - her eye is doing something weird and she's been having troubles looking into sunlight; claire hopes it's not something that will come back to bite her ass, but for now she keeps quiet. rebecca will probably know what to do with it anyway. hand beckons leon to come sit on her steps with her, just for a moment before the others catch up with them.

"look, i'm a big girl okay? i'm tough," or at least she tries to be. claire's not sure it works half of the time, if her performance inside that prison cell means anything. "you can't lose me, i'm not going anywhere." it's a promise of sorts - best friends counting on each other to help the other stay afloat; a terrible way to deal with things, but hey. if it works, it works. her shoulder bumps into leon's playfully. "you gotta be more careful though. could have gotten a concussion in there."

[subject171]

kneels down so emily can get on his back :)

emily only notices leon crouched down next to her when her yawn ends, fingers sluggish as they rub at dry eyes in an attempt to rid them of irritation. when she does, blinking slowly, she already knows the drill. her feet drag as she closes the short distance between them before falling heavily into his back. arms feel like lead weights as they flop over his shoulders, chin perched on her arm while another yawn wracks her small body. " are we going home? " exhaustion glues her eyes closed the second leon raises to his feet, voice barely above a whisper and sounding infinitely more childish than the usual monotonous tone she spoke in. " grace said - " another yawn interrupts. " - said she would be back by now? "