#trcubleinred

[disastercvs]

     “ WHERE’S MY GIRLFRIEND ? I got some pog news. ”

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[virtucvs]

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It's wordless. She'll settle right beside him. She's managed to sneak one of his knives and she's using the point to coax dirt from under her nails. "Question. Can you be tempted with causing a little trouble?"

       ANYONE ELSE...BUT it’s her. So instead, Frank will lean pressing shoulder to shoulder with her. Not really able to use his words he’ll instead surge up a little grunt, curious to her intentions. 

[noonegetsleftbehind]

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“...Ew. Get a room. Before I break the Rookie’s neck.”

[fxreverfame]

@trcubleinred​ || Billy & Claire

Eyes bore into the other, refusing to break the eye contact that had been made with him. She seemed entranced, perhaps spaced out, and it bothered the young male. Frustration evident, the male quickly snaps at her. “What the absolute fuck are you staring at?” 

[macabremachinations]

@trcubleinred sc

There are a lot of people Heisenberg never expected to walk into the village. Sean Connery. Winston Churchill. Benny and the Jets. 

                                                                     Claire Redfield.

But apparently miracles can happen, even in this shitty mountain village where the sun never quite seems to shine. 

He’s been watching her poke around for a while now. Even took the time to head back to the factory and double check his files, make sure it’s really her. The little sister of Chris Redfield, professional pain in the ass and his best chance of getting the fuck out of here. Sure enough, the auburn hair and red jacket are unmistakable. It’s really her.

It’s just starting to rain when he heads back to the village to find her.  It’s an uncharacteristically warm day for the season; a thin mist blankets the ground, softening the harsh lines of the ancient ruin. Earthy petrichor hangs in the air of the ceremony site as she investigates the gate to Moreau’s lake. 

No, not that way. Moreau’s not getting his mitts on you first.

He posts up against one of the crumbling pillars as she leans down to inspect the locking mechanism. Pulls a cigar from his coat, snipping the end so he can set it alight.

“You might want to reconsider. A fisherman with a real bad attitude lives at that windmill.”

[nightofthewxtch]

“You get ‘em Claire!”

[joyfulstabbings]

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[rcpdrookie]

@trcubleinred plotted starter

Leon found himself ignoring several stop signs and lights as he weaved through traffic. He wasn’t even looking to see what speed he was going, but he was sure it was way past the limit. None of that mattered, though. Chris Redfield was dead and Claire needed him. 

When he was finally at her apartment, Leon tore his helmet off and raced for her door. He fished for her key in the pockets of his black leather jacket before unlocking the door. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and ran a hand through his dark hair. He swallowed, eyes falling on her still sitting at her laptop. 

“Claire....” It was a soft, gentle word the flowed from his lips. He moved to close the distance between them, crouching down on the floor beside her chair. He let one gloved hand reach up to gently brush his fingertips across her cheek. Brown eyes observed her, trying to meet her gaze. His voice was still gentle and careful. “I’m here, Claire. I’m right here.”