Lips pull in a diminutive smirk. Didn’t see that one coming. Comforting regardless, contrasting the smooth and aloof demeanor of their Captain. His gaze fixates on the tool set, to the lock, to her nimble fingers as they pry open the door with flawless effort. Dark brows arch and weight shifts from one side to the other, a palm resting atop the crevice of his hip, thoroughly impressed by the woman’s versatility. ❛ Remind me to give you a call the next time I lock myself out of my car. ❜ He flashes another quick smile, straightening his posture. ❛ Nice work—- Now let’s see what goodies are waiting inside.❜ Determination promptly overtakes his features, catching a cautious step inside before his partner. ❛ What the— ❜ Various types of illegal rifles, AK’s, SLG’s, and grenades galore stacked the dusty shelves along the walls around them. Nevermind the musty smell filling his nostrils. ❛ This guy’s got enough fire power to blow up half the city—- he definitely isn’t joking around. We have to find him now. Jill—- think you can try and get a hold of Wesker again? I’ll see what else is here in the meantime. ❜
“Guess I could start up a breakdown service too while I’m at it,” she quips back wryly, his smile reciprocated. She can’t help but glance down at the brief praise before following her partner into the now unlocked room, her steps taken with likewise caution, pistol within her grip (she’s no longer aware of how her breath bates itself in anticipation like when she’s alone.) Her brow creases together and lips part ever so slightly when she peers over Chris’ shoulder and catches sight of the armaments on display. She strays from the path behind him to inspect a crate – blank without an issue number or logo stamped on its façade. Chris’ comment has her wanting to point out there’s more danger in the unseen; this is only one room’s worth of firearms, there’s no telling what else is just lying around. “I can definitely try, sure.” Yet when she retrieves her radio and announces herself into its receiver with a curt and clear, ‘Jill to Captain Wesker, this is Jill to Captain Wesker. Do you copy?’ the only sound emitted from the device is white noise. “Nothing,” she sighs. “Have you found anything? Hopefully our luck hasn’t run out completely.”
“ but- “
Whatever pleas Rebecca may have will undoubtedly fall on deaf ears. She’s already mourning her friend even though she’s standing right before her. Raccoon City will only worsen with time. Bodies will line the streets, monsters will tear flesh from bone, and to think Jill Valentine; her friend… her sister in arms will be in the midst of this chaos…
Wide green eyes well with tears, and brows furrow upward. There’s no swaying Jill’s stance. She can’t push an immovable force, so instead she’ll wrap her arms around her in a tight embrace. A goodbye.
“ – I’ll miss you. “
Jill hears Rebecca’s protest; small but carrying a conviction that has her believing there will be an argument to follow yet she hears nothing more. In all the swarms of dead, the sirens wailing and flames licking at brick walls, it’s the first time her breath has shook with a tremor that grips her chest; before, there was only fear in and of itself but now she is afraid -- terrified of the inevitable loss in Rebecca’s goodbye.
“I’ll be back with you before you know it. If anyone’s trained for this-- we are.” She forces a smile, shoulders straight, brave. But all she can think of is Arklay and Joseph, Kenneth... Richard, blood on the carpets, blood on the walls, blood in the roots. That mansion has already taken her friends and won’t sate itself until its taken her home too.
hey all! after having sorted general important Life Stuff i briefly talked about in my last post as well as more (all my uni apps been sorted and accepted, reacquainted with fam, getting a job) i’ve decided it’s high time i come back to jill since i missed writing her with you all so much :’) to clarify: i’ll be dropping all my threads save for ones i’ve already confirmed to keep! if you want to continue a thread please don’t hesitate to throw me an IM!! i’ll be back on the roleplay rollercoaster tomorrow!! ❤
(Emphasis on the hiatus) So I’ve recently made an exciting decision that determines my future!
I’m transferring universities and moving back home so I can fully focus on achieving as much as I possibly can in my education without stressing over everything else that feels insurmountable without the support of a stable home and my family. People I know have already been commenting how much happier I seem now I’ve made this choice. I’m packing over the weekend and moving on Monday, thereafter the majority of my free time will be spent with my family! I will be getting to replies but sporadically across the next week, it may be the case of me slowly getting back into the groove of things after I’ve settled in at home again.
That being said, now I’m in a far better place, mentally, than I have been since last September I now have the ability to evaluate and distinguish what is good or not for my wellbeing and unfortunately a lot of what happens in this fandom has been an extremely self-destructive experience for me.
Rant ahead, super critical & negative!
Never before have I been a part of or rped in a fandom that’s so hellbent on making villains and victims of rpers. The dramatics here perceived as those that incite hostility as some kind of self-righteous crusade in who’s worthy of having a place here are frankly comparable to basic high school fallouts (and I don’t even mean the kind that could be a case study in Queen Bees and Wannabes but the shitty Mean Girls sequel no one watched because guess what !!!!! It’s old and redundant, the comebacks are weak and people getting some kind of kick from Starting Shit is pathetic.)
There’s also an extremely self-entitled attitude some people have over the characters they play and that spills over into how they think other characters should be played. Guess what !! (again) this is roleplay!!! If you don’t like how someone plays a character just write fanfiction !!! You can’t control people nor manipulate them into fulfilling a role you deem suitable for them!! I couldn’t give a flying fuck how you write your muse if I don’t follow you because it’s irrelevant to my experience here!!! How I write Jill and my friends write their muses is of no consequence to you because I, nor them, exist to serve your interests or interpretation.
I joined the RE rp scene because 1) I love Jill 2) I love writing & seeing how she bounces off other characters and 3) I wanted to have fun! As integral and overarching as those reasons used to be, they have been overshadowed by the amount of crap I’ve constantly been informed about OOC (I realise this rant seems spontaneous considering my blog makes no public declarations on what happens here and that’s because I’ve had no reason to say anything until now).
I’m sick and tired of my friends having anxiety attacks over the bullshit that gets thrown around here and I’m sick and tired of the fact that bullshit seems to be a topic of conversation I find myself pulled into everyday despite me having no involvement in the drama whatsoever. I find myself saying shit I never would half a year ago. I find no enjoyment in claiming a superior status over someone else for x or y reason. I find myself angry and upset over what happens here to the point where I can’t focus on the simple hobby of reading -- getting in the way of my work.
I talk to people who aren’t involved in this fandom at all about the shit that happens here, nor the RP scene in general and their objective response is often a wake up call to how ridiculous the behaviour of some people is.
I don’t expect my absence to be a huge loss here (as if I haven’t already felt my writing and portrayal of Jill is undervalued for a multitude of reasons I’d rather not get into) nor am I going to pretend my exit is similar to screaming ‘a plague on both your houses’ then dying in Leonardo DiCaprio’s arms as I bleed out to death with his 90′s bangs hanging over me (because, again, lofty ideals of dramatics here are of far less import and are far less pronounced than many here see them to be).
It’s no wonder people drop out of this fandom so quickly, and it seems like a few of those already here have intentionally made it so.
I have people who love and care for me enough to know what makes me happy and healthy, to know when the behaviour I, myself, and others around me show is self-flagellating. Statements that attempt to solidify superiority over others (which only leads to self-entitlement) can be just as destructive as blatant self-deprecation when establishing a sense of self-worth.
To repeat: I will do replies when I’m settled and talk through IM but that’s it. I really don’t fucking care about what kind of drama is going on from either side. And until it magically subsides (which seems unlikely but still) I’m not going to actively integrate myself much more in this fandom.
I’m sorry to be so negative, I hoped I’d have at least a hopeful message to leave off with but my mind is only drawing on blanks.
❛ Wha–❜ A faint flush of red sparks across pale cheeks, chest hammering with the might only Mjölnir itself could match. Yet he stills his composure as best he can - though ultimately within seconds, the grin he fought to suppress covers the entire lower half of his countenance.
❛ Oh, uh-—– hey, Jill.❜A hand nervously rubs at the back of his neck. What to say, what to say. ❛….Like my new hat? Guess you could say we match now…..well……sorta…….anyway….. you’re still a lot cuter than me.❜ Eyes break contact, downcast with the same cheesball of a grin. He still wasn’t used to the dating scene. If Claire was here, she’d probably smack the back of his head in. ❛ You.……wanna grab a drink or something? My treat.❜
It certainly had been a while since she and her fellow female had really
seen each other. Idly, she wondered what Jill had been up to since they
had last spoken but she would rather get over greetings before questions
came.
「 ❝ How have you been? ❞ 」
Her lips form a genuine smile, a warm welcome for a friend who helped saved her many months ago. She couldn’t thank her enough, expressed her gratitude a thousand times over in the helicopter flight to safety, even sent a gift basket after she’d set foot on homeground.
“Better. At least a lot more than when we last spoke. What about you? I hope Josh gave you a promotion -- what with going above and beyond the call of duty.”
When you get this, respond with five things that make you happy! (: Then send it to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. ¯＼_(ツ)_/¯
1. when my mum absent-mindedly sings songs, gets a lyric wrong then laughs about it. when my dad points out a fake british accent on tv. cheeky bants with me sis. worm hugs with my black lab huey.
2. all the girls love alice - elton john (the whole album tbh)
3. my m8 & soul sis jamie. funnily enough we met rping a pair of sisters & have been as close as you can get without having to make a shifty deal with a sentient computer virus to be together and getting sucked into our monitors & trapped forever !!
4. bingewatching gilmore girls
5. good cake........... (my grandma’s chocolate & marmalade one espec)
