#superiordna

[priceforeverything]

@superiordna Just leave the Chinese food thanks.

Jake hated when Sherry was held for some unknown amount of time in the stupid federal buildings. He wasn't even supposed to be in the United States so it wasn't like he could walk down there and demand they let her go. Their contact was minimal and they were already going on- shit he didn't know what day of her not being home. There was only so much he could do, cooking, and cleaning, not that she left the place a mess but it was something to keep him occupied.

The knock at the door gets him- he pauses whatever shitty action movie he had on in favor of getting to his Chinese food. "You better have remembered the extra eggrolls!" He yells out, walks to the front door, and flings it open, catching the door with his foot.

But it's not the usual Chinese delivery guy who he overtips for dealing with his attitude- no instead Jake is staring at a very real and unfortunately not dead Albert fucking Wesker. He looks down at the beer in his hand- this was only his third one right? Jake decides that this is not his fucking problem and just slams the door in his face. "Uh, wrong apartment! I'm waiting for Chinese delivery, not you!" Maybe he was just hallucinating, maybe- shit he didn't just shut the door on his delivery guy right? One blue eye peers through the peephole to see and takes another sip of his beer cause that will really fix the problem.

[dollars-virtues]

@superiordna

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Wasting no time in leaving to the break room, he takes the time to note any cameras or anyone present, and when satisfied? Gloved hands lift to unclip the mask, being careful to only lift it up to the extent where it shoved his lips and jawline. There was hair, silvered, and scars alongside the skin that can be seen. Otherwise? It's a blank slate. When the man eventually joins and seems to be curious about the offer, the cigarette is produced as he places one to his lips, and another out for Wesker to take.

It isn't even in the records what HUNK's gender is, face, name, ethnicity... Anything. He doubts even Wesker himself knows. It's one of the many mysteries and yet it works, for all involved. With a sharp inhale and quick lit to the tip of the cancer stick, HUNK can finally settle his own nerves.

"You know," The man for hire begins, his tone as monotone as ever, "I don't typically offer anything. So I wouldn't go questioning it. Just take the cigarette." Of course, he could have gone in a more private area, but given he was on guard as well as still in the conversation with this ego-maniac? Might as well cut his own losses and just accept the banter and begrudging temperament between the both of them.

[alphateamsfinest]

@superiordna isn't going to write Jill up. A lone finger sat atop the brim of his highball glass,  tapping in steady staccato.  The smell of her words sting at him first,  carrying burning fumes from the cocktail of liquors she’d been ingesting for the last hour.  Petite woman like her should not have had that many empty long islands already,  but there the glasses stand,  drained of all but their ice.  A graveyard of Collins with lemon wedges,  looming behind her indignant expression.

   “Count yourself lucky,  Valentine.  I’m in no mood to do paperwork,  or I might report you for that.”  The atmosphere was entirely informal,  yet her captain speaks with the same no nonsense as ever.  

   He reaches past her,  never did the bar’s seedy light shift along on the brim of his sunglasses,  fixed on her alone.  In his fingers he reveals the garnish of lemon stolen from one of her drinks.  “Bite into this,  would you?  Your breath is flammable.”  Then again,  maybe this was his way of teasing.

Jill actually laughs at that, something genuine and not the polite laughs she gives that are so dry it could catch fire. This one actually crinkles the skin around her eyes, makes her lips pull up a smidge more on the right than the left with how she leans.

The idea he would write her up for something like that- even if technically correct. "Then you would have to write all of us up for all the things we say! Like- when I call Chris a dork." She can only imagine how many stupid write ups there would be and how often they'd have to rewrite them, a little laugh at the thought.

Jill leans in without a second thought and bites the lemon, her face scrunches up, a little stomp of her foot. "Oh!" She breathes again, looks up at him. "Better?" She goes for a sip of her drink, stabs the straw around a few times to only get ice. That lemon is disposed of in the same manner, before she's trying to raise her hand up high enough to get the bartenders attention. "You want another Wesker?"

[umbrellasfuture]

@superiordna did not ask for this, but it was hilarious so I had to.

[priceforeverything]

Sources tell me you received quite the sum of money for access to your blood. Consider that your back owed child support. @superiordna

"Hey, hey. That was for my blood not for my pain and suffering or whatever the shit they give you money for."

[noonegetsleftbehind]

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜ from @superiordna

Angst Starters - Still Accepting

The muscles in Chris's jaw physically hurt as brown eyes narrow and glare at the man he once idolized. There had been a time when he would have done anything for Wesker. If his captain had told him to do anything he would have done it with no questions asked. He looked up to Wesker and prided himself on becoming a better officer to be able to impress the man and show him how good he truly could be. But now? Now Chris was seeing red.

"No, I can't." He spits out angrily, shoving the other man back against the wall as he loses his cool and his voice raises. "But I can sure as fuck try! But you wouldn't know a goddamn thing about that would you?! Huh? No. All you know is whatever benefits you the most. You're the only person you've ever fucking cared about, Wesker. To think I ever trusted you in my life makes me sick."

[noonegetsleftbehind]

@superiordna continued from HERE

Chris listened to the instructions for the mission and paid the utmost attention to his captain. He knew he'd messed up and there was no taking back his actions. The muscles in Chris's jaw tightened and clenched as brown eyes focused on Wesker.

It wasn't until the Captain's entire demeanor changed and he zeroed in on him that Chris knew he had failed and let the other down. His gaze shifts down, jaw clenching, before he meets the other's gaze. He would have to make it up to the other man and show him that he was good at what he did.

"Of course, Captain." He nods. "I'll be on strict, pristine behavior. The mission will go off without a hitch. I assure you, Captain. I won't let you down."

He intended to keep that promise. Chris wasn't even ready to admit how much of his worth he measured with Wesker's approval. He needed to make him proud. He needed to prove his worth. He needed to gain his captain's favor.

[noonegetsleftbehind]

Are you even listening? @superiordna because YOU KNOW WHY.

Chris is just staring straight at Wesker’s ass. He finally realizes he’s being spoken to as he looks up to his face. “Hm? Oh, uh… Sorry, Captain. Could you repeat that?”