#thedirectorisin

[jesdenart]

‘The Director will see you now...’

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Get out @kat-hawke. Happy birthday!

A little play with lighting and painting styles, still much to learn, still so little energy to do it with.

[iinconvenientimmortality]

"Uhm...my name is Sherry Birkin, from the D.S.O. I had an appointment to meet with the director?"

Standing at the desk, Sherry had to contain her urge to do something unprofessional, like fiddle with her sleeves or chew on her lip. She didn't know why they'd sent her, she wasn't the best at meetings, and she usually found a way to stuff her foot into her mouth.

"I'm a bit early...is that alright?"

[leonsurvivorkennedy-blog]

the-director-is-in replied to your post

Did I miss the reply to our thread?

//I actually decided to drop all my old threads since I've been inactive for so long, made a post about it earlier. Sorry about that! I tried but was too much for me.

[xorphic]

✈

✈:Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

     Everything happens for a reason, or so is said.

It was a re gulag occurrence, a routine by now. Business trips, as she likes to call them. For they are all about business. A small investigation, under many guises and pseudonyms to get to the right person. An easy task, rarely, if ever, had a man turned her down. Even the careful ones relented after she upped her dose of charm. It was a spontaneous act by now, thus it was not difficult to get the right person at the right time.

A big event was being held up in the man’s mansion, and event which she received a VIP invitation for, by merely batting her eyes. Some men really did make her job much more easier. It was a direct flight to the rural, crime ridden, country. Not anyone’s choice for a vacation spot, no. The passengers were either returning home, or on business trips. Mingling would be easier and less stressful than a flight full of families.

There is no doubt that someone on board of the plane is after the same goal, maybe there is more than just one person. It was ironic; of all the people boarding the plane, only one stood out.

Was it familiarity?

Expectation?

Who knows.

It was an interesting turn of events, making things more challenging, a welcomed twist. She knows that she would be spotted sooner than later, that is, if she was not already spotted. Jill Valentine is not one to not notice these things, if anything, she would be as quick as herself to spot a familiar face, which would indeed mean that the rules of the game has changed. For better or for worse. 

[digital-firefly-a]

Connections

A day or two had passed.  She had spent time doped up on drugs, curled up in a ball silently grieving the loss of her eye and the  torture she was left recovering from.  Time with Leon and Hunnigan was off and on.  They had things to do, after all.  She couldn't rely on Alex being there more than necessary, either.  She wouldn't expect him to be.. They all had their own lives.

The nurses left Temperance to herself.  Her meal was hardly touched.. It hurt to eat with all the bruising on her face, and the swelling that seemed to interfere with her sense of smell and taste.

Reaching across, she grabs the phone and dials a number.. A mumble into the receiver with her DSO badge ID as a sort of identification to get transferred.. It was the easiest way to get through to the one she wanted to talk to.

"Jill.." she finally says, sinking back onto the bed with a hiss of pain.  "I'm.. sorry to.. bother you.." her tone was soft, trying to hide the discomfort she felt.  "..I-I need.. to.. speak with y-you..  A-About some.. in-information.. I.. g-gave you.."

She hated being drugged up, so she was enduring a lot of the pain wanting a clear mind to try and focus on what was important.  The pain was evident in her voice.  "I-I'm.. at.. Sacred.. H-Heart.. " giving her the information, "..p-please.. c-come by.. as.. s-soon as you.. c-can.."  In truth.. she didn't want to be alone.  That was part of her reason for asking her to come.  But she also was paranoid about discussing anything over the phone concerning information on infected.  Perhaps the medicine made her weary, or perhaps the trauma of her experience.  Either way, she wasn't apt to discuss anything in detail.

[leonsurvivorkennedy-blog]

"Stick a sock in it."

  “I doubt that’ll help.”