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"I miss ya lil' Becca. Hope things have been goin' well for you."
"Don't call me little. Things have been well -- just super busy. You know the drill."
Coral pink lips curve up into a sweet smile. Already she looks a bit tired under her eyes, but her skin still seems to glow under the pressure.
"How about you?"
|| Do you believe that Rebecca ever had the potential to be one of the bad guys? What's something that might shake her good spirits?
ooc; The short answer is no.
In my view Rebecca was made out to be one of the most innocent character in the series. Not just because of her age and inexperience. It was everything in the way she looked, she talked and reacted; she never censored things. She had this bright, sort of naive view on things. In my opinion that was the best and most refreshing thing about her. I think she has a lot of moral beliefs that she withholds. We can tell from RE0 that she feels bad about lying and disobeying orders but her moral standards will not allow her to criminalize a man she feels in her heart is innocent. She even has a hard time believing Captain Wesker would betray them. Why? Because she’s so innocent to believe no one would actually be so evil. And, we also hear her incredulous voice when she hears Billy’s file on killing 23 people like she can’t believe someone is capable of such an atrocity.
Innocent and people with high morale don’t normally become bad guys. You kind of have to develop a ‘eff the world’ kind of standard to become a bad guy, and Rebecca cares still much about people to become into someone like that. She became a medic to help people.
Betrayal of someone she trusts would most definitely shake her good spirits. She’s a little cynical but rather easy to gain her trust so when it’s betrayed she starts to question things. What did she do wrong, why would they try to hurt her, sort of things come to mind. She’s almost too honest to the point where she expects the same in return.
”—You don’t want to know what I’ve seen, Rebecca.” Oh, wasn’t that the truth? She wanted to laugh at the memories of Deborah pranking her with shock videos, but that just made her miss her sister even more. “Deborah used to send me the grossest videos. It was a game of sorts… I’d send her something, and she’d retaliate. She always won. Always.” Helena just shook her head, amber eyes glancing back at the older brunette. ”Maleficent? Isn’t that the one where the villain is actually a good guy? Sure, I’d love to.” She wasn’t about to tell Rebecca she had already seen it, and in fact cried during.
"I'll take your word for it." In contrast, Rebecca is actually still pretty innocent despite her lack of virginity. Most can't pull that off but she is one of the few that can and does.
"I always viewed her as an anti-villain myself," she replies before pressing the choice on her Netflix. Afterwards, she shifts in her position on the couch, getting into a more comfortable one. In the process, she slides closer to Helena, pressed shoulder against shoulder. Her head slips to rest on the other's bigger shoulder momentarily, her warm breath coming out in a small sigh of air against the other's shoulder.
"I'm glad you're here," she whispers through her soft sigh.
”—It’s not that I’m waiting on the right person, but I have standards.” That was a lie. Harper was scared of the act itself. It seemed more complicated than just shooting a gun or getting justice. “I’m good at multi-tasking, but goddamn from what I’ve seen—” Okay, she decided to shut her mouth then. Rebecca wasn’t the type that’d want to hear what she’s seen… err watched. ”Thriller. Yes, it’ll be a hell of a lot better than this soft porn we’re watching.”
"--It sounds like you already have someone in mind," she jokes in a sing-song voice. Likewise, she has standards, too. Her first time had been with a sweet guy, so smart and chivalrous, and his memory is still fond in her head despite their mutual breakup. A dark brow raises at Helena's following comment. "What you've seen, huh?" she repeats, her colored lips quirking upwards a bit. Sometimes, Helena puts her foot in her mouth.
"Maleficent just came out, have you seen it? It's not a thriller, but it's still very good."
Resident Evil Remake caps ⇢ Chris' scenario [65/∞];
Resident Evil Zero caps ⇢ [11/∞];
”—I’d rather not hear about you getting freaky.” Was her nearly childish response. It was strange thinking about Rebecca doing anything other than something totally innocent; like baking cookies. “For your information, I’ve never… you know. I haven’t had the time.” Her cheeks flushed red as the agent nearly buried her face into the blankets. ”I don’t know, I thought you liked cheesy chick flicks. What do you wanna watch?”
"--Oh." Doe-like green eyes widen a bit in surprise. The way Helena speaks so casually about sex Rebecca had figured she wasn't a virgin.
"Okay. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that. It's great that you're waiting for the right person. I was only a little older than you when I had my first time so-" she shrugs off the topic, nestling back into the warm blankets. Her tiny shoulder presses against Helena's.
Coral pink lips purse. "I guess, maybe, a thriller? I'm not really a fan of romantic flicks lately, I guess."
“—but I’m your favorite jerk.” She nudged the smaller brunette with a chuckle. It was an unlikely friendship they had developed. Helena wasn’t much for company on any occasion, in fact her (rudeness) was merely a defense mechanism. She didn’t W A N T to get close to anyone… she might end up caring, and dammit did Rebecca Chambers sure hold a special place in the agent’s heart.
Wrapping a strong arm around slender shoulders, she just held the doctor close, as if letting go meant it’d be forever. Harper had lost so much, and quite frankly had grown incredibly dependent on the other whether she liked it or not. ”This part is so graphic—” She pointed at the screen, tossing another piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know if it’s suitable for you, Bec. You might want to cover your eyes.” There was no occasion a sex scene wasn’t awkward to watch, no matter what company you were with. “How is she so flexible? That man is going to break her legs!” Okay, so maybe gratuitous sex scenes weren’t uncomfortable for Agent Harper, especially since she was now making commentary.
"It's not like I haven't done that before," she huffs, giving a frown of displeasure in Helena's direction. Rebecca acts pretty innocent in an almost virginal way but she's not a virgin. Sure, she doesn't sleep around, but she has slept with a guy before; she isn't completely oblivious.
An elbow is pushed gently into Helena's side as the other woman holds her close. Rebecca feels a bit irritated still by the comment. She hates being treated like a c h i l d. Fingertips would pick at invisible lint on her black skirt, silently pouting.
She's still a bit sensitive considering everything. It's far too easy to upset her at the moment. Teeth would chew a bit on the inside of her mouth. The movie scene didn't strike any feeling from her. It feels [ fake. ]
"Why are we watching this again on Netflix? It's an awful representation."
Resident Evil Remake caps ⇢ Chris' scenario [10/∞];
#rebeccachambers wearing a flower crown from #residentevil !
{ ΉӨЩᄂ!! } ❝Look, I… I, ah, know this guy. Think he was connected, but ya gotta give me somethin’ to go off of here. What went down in that city?❞
"Some guy connected with Umbrella? That's the organization that did all this. They released a biohazardous virus into the air and infected thousands. The city had to be wiped out to prevent further infection."
"Yeah, I am. How’d you know, by the way?" Surprise hit the teen as to how the other knew.
"Consider it an educated guess." A chuckle before she adds, "Your school uniform gives it away."
It was hard not to laugh really, especially as she just watched Rebecca searching through her long brown locks for a piece of popcorn. A hand reached out, flicking the popped kernel out and onto her hand. Without thinking, she popped that very piece into her mouth as they watched the movie. Amber eyes blinked, and then she turned to her friend with a rather confused look. “Did I just- eat your hair popcorn?” Her nose scrunched up playfully, pretending to be absolutely disgusted by it. “So gross. No telling when you ever wash your hair, but judging by how good you smell I’m hoping it’s not too dirty.” There wasn’t another word, but instead infectious laughter. She had no idea why it was so hilarious, but damn… she needed to laugh more than anything and so did Rebecca.
Rebecca chuckles. Helena can be very, very odd, but Rebecca still loves her for all her oddity. Momentarily, she rolls her green eyes at Helena's comment. Her hair is always full, and nice smelling so she obviously takes care of it. She is very much a girly-girl.
"I shower every day, thanks," she quips, sarcastically.
Slender fingertips would reach into the bowl and grab a piece of kernel. She proceeds then to throw it at Helena in return. "You can be a jerk sometimes, Helena."
{ ΉӨЩᄂ!! } ❝Came up on record. Somethin’ about an anniversary. What went down there? What happened?❞
Has it really been sixteen years already?
"So many people died in that city, but I don't know all the details. I left Raccoon City before it happened. But - even before that day something awful happened."
”Popcorn goes surprisingly well with wine- I’ll go make it. Don’t you move.” She wanted Rebecca to feel as comfortable as possible, and not burdened with any sort of task. Helena remembered how painful it was to go through heartbreak and just the simplest of tasks were tedious. Soon, the smell of buttery goodness was smelt through out Becca’s house. It always made watching movies just that much better. “Next time we do this at my place. I have surround sound and a 70’ screen.” So, maybe Harper had gotten a little bored in the time between them not speaking. Bored enough to make a miniature home theater. She placed the bowl right in between the two of them, tossing a piece of popcorn right at her friend. Her smile turned into a grin, which then turned into a chuckle. “Sorry Bec, thought you’d catch it with your mouth- not your hair…”
"--Really?" To be honest, Rebecca has never had popcorn with wine. She normally has it with soda, but she values Helena's opinion. She would have offered to make it since it is her house and Helena is a guest but Helena didn't leave much room for argument.
Rebecca sighs as she waits. Her eyelashes lower a bit in thought. Pensive. She hates thinking too much about anything right now. It's far too easy to get depressive thoughts. When Helena returns she goes back to feeling at peace, at least. "Show off," she mumbles. She's mostly teasing.
She only has a little time to react when she feels something hit her hair. Helena is chuckling, and Rebecca manages a halfhearted glower. "Rude," she says, reaching up to pat at her hair, trying to find it. "Where is it anyways?:
We Are Broken -- ; Chris&Rebecca.
The more she persisted, the more he doubted himself. Maybe he was Chris, after all, but whoever Rebecca wanted to find - it wasn’t him. The last thing he needed was to get a young woman’s hopes up only to crush them. Better to deny it outright than think for a moment. Better not to think at all. It was easy to see she was uncomfortable, walking along with this hulk of a man who hung his head like he was trying to bury himself in his jacket, thick wisps of grey smoke like the grey in his hair, nose no longer able to pick up the scent of liquor on his breath. Too old for this shit. As she spoke, he listened - it was a distraction. Whoever this Chris was, he sounded like an ass. “Dunno what your friend would be doin’ in a hell hole like this, kid. The locals say some shit went down half a year back, nobody ‘as been comin’ through since. ‘Cept you." It was odd, leading her around, but it carried an uncomfortable tinge of familiarity. Her presence, leading people. Heavy shoulders gave a shrug, glancing over to look at her one more. "I don’t mind. Carry on, if y’want.” Better than listening to people yell in a language he didn’t know, or care to know, being kicked out after one too many drinks. Maybe she’d be willing to lend him some cash, but making sure she got somewhere safely was the least he could do. Maybe he’d get some good karma, not that he believed in it. Didn’t know what he believed in any more. ”Hey - you said you were a Doctor or somethin’, right?" Had she? Couldn’t remember. "I got this thing, like, nightmares but more real. Can’t sleep. No one around ‘ere fuckin’ speaks English, so they aren’t any help.” The list of problems was as long as his bar tab; he remembered waking up in a hospital and walking for days, occasionally he can see monsters, can feel fire burning behind his eyes and this scream, the click of heels. It doesn’t make any sense. More visions come and go, but it’s never a nightmare, never able to afford the luxury of sleep. Then, there’s the constant shaking, the tremors in his arms. The bottle isn’t the weight he’s used to having in his hands, whatever used to be there, but it drowns out enough. ”Nevermind, actually. It doesn’t matter. Y’got shit to do and I can’t afford t’pay you.”
He used to call her 'kid,' too, she remembers fondly. Funny, how she used to hate it when she had been eighteen but now the familiarity of the word brought strange comfort. He shouldn't be in a place like this, that much was true.
"Yes, I'm a doctor," she says, though it's easy to forget in his presence. Sometimes, he can still make her feel like that same, timid, overly-eager rookie medic. It has been about sixteen years since then, though. Her green eyes blink at his comment. Nightmares. None of them are strangers to nightmares, but she gets the feeling his nightmares are like hers -- ones based on true events that occurred. The things they had experienced had been that horrific. But, maybe, he had experienced even worse things in their many years without contact. She doesn't know, and she wishes she did.
"It does matter," she quick to interject. Regardless, if he wants to remember or not he's still her friend and she still cares about him. "I wouldn't charge you either, what kind of woman do you think--" she stops there, purses her lips. "Never mind. Consider it free consultation, okay? Since you were kind enough to walk me around."
She can't get mad at him. He doesn't remember, and he can't remember how freely her kindness is given. She has never cared for money. That is not the reason she became a doctor.
"Dreams are a result of the subconscious. All of your dreams have meaning to your feelings. A lot of the time what you were thinking about before your slept manifests in your dream." She pauses as she reaches up to brush her bangs out of her eyes. "I haven't studied much psychology. Just some Jung and Freud. But, I guess I know simple concepts and ideas. If you're having certain dreams or nightmares your best bet is to first ask yourself why you think you're having those particular ones."
A hand was put out in dismay at the woman’s statement, but not to be rude of course. “Maybe, but in either case its a pleasure to meet you Rebecca, i’m Ichigo.”
"The pleasure is all mine!" she chirps back, her voice cheerful. "Let's see. Let me guess. You must be in high school, right?"
