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25 April 2010 @ 04:02 pm
[[Just a warning, I'm a tad new to roleplaying here on LiveJournal. If I screw anything up, feel free to tell me.]]

"What the Hell is going on here?" Christopher Redfield breathed, annoyance dripping from his words, like blood from a B.O.W.'s mouth. For nearly an hour now, the gunman had attempted finding his way out of the mansion's foyer, a room he had managed to stumble into and couldn't seem to get out of. Every door. Every corridor. They all lead back to this one room...this one familiar room. It had been years since Chris had seen this room and playing off of the various images from his memory, and frequent relapses, he concluded not a thing had changed. It was much like
déjà vu, over and over again. Time had altered only the former S.T.A.R.S. operative; Years ago, Chris hadn't been quite as broad, or as skilled as he was now. Even in his casual everyday attire, a gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans, completed with a pair of black forced entry deployment boots, he felt out of place. As beautiful as this room was, there was dark energy...that same dark presence which still seemed to linger within these walls, not at all stirred with the passing of time. Christopher knew if he couldn't find his way out now, he'd be in trouble. It was times like these when his M92F became his best friend. His only friend.
Current Music: Psyclon Nine - Clinik | Powered by Last.fm
There is a small yet familiar blue eyed blonde boy sitting alone on a bench and has no clue of where he is.All he remembered that he used to be in his room because he got grounded for pulling a prank at school..again.

"M-Mom? Dad?"
17 January 2010 @ 12:27 am
Oh look Sherry's back. This time she's in a stratigically torn shirt and jeans with thick soled boots on. She has half gloves on, and is grinning brightly. Either she's ready to kick butt or go clubbing. Either way she's out to have some fun.
Current Mood: deviousdevious
Current Music: Pink - Let's get the party started!
12 January 2010 @ 09:25 pm
Rebecca put her back to the wall. The gun in her hands wasn't letal at least, her friends had talked her into joining them for a game of paintball. She hadn't really been up to it, and so far even half heartedly playing, she had managed to get the highest score all day.

On the left. Three shots went off and one of the others yelped getting hit. Barrelling through doors she yelped finding the doors didn't lead to the main chamber of the game area. Brushing paint coated hair from her face she glanced behind her, the door had closed. Trying it...

Crap locked, what the hell's going on here. The twenty-eight year old switched mind sets, since now it was clear she wasn't in some sort of game anymore. And me without my bag... She backed up, her back pressing against the wall, looking at the ammo in the paint gun, she had twenty shots left in the clip, and one more in the pouch at her hip. It wasn't perfect ammo, but it would have to do.

((Anyone feel free to tag her XD))
Current Mood: on edge
Current Music: 30 seconds to mars - Was it a dream
04 January 2010 @ 01:56 am
Leon sighed as he looked over the paperwork once more. It was too late at night to be working on this, in all honesty, and too much was on his mind. He knew this wasn't going to turn out as good as he would prefer, but he needed to finish.

He groaned as he stood up and went to go get some coffee, soda...anything with caffeine in it really. He found the coffee maker in the break room and began to make himself a cup. Once it was finally finished, he took the cup and began to sip on it as he looked over his notes once more, walking back to his office.

He moved to turn the doorknob, not paying attention to his surroundings as he went to set the cup down on the desk, only to find....It was gone.

He looked around. Had he walked into the wrong room by accident? He certainly hoped he hadn't done that. He moved to walk out until he noticed that the hallways and doors looked familiar....and that decor...

"....This can't be right...." He muttered, looking around at what appeared to be the Racoon Police Department.

((OOC: New to playing Leon and not completely versed in all his games, but had too much of an urge to try for that to hold me back. Critique is very much welcomed and any pointers are welcome as well! This Leon is from after Degeneration. I also like RPing over AIM and e-mail if anyone would like to start a one-on-one. I'll do most any situation with no rating limit for those and if you want to do pairings then both het and yaoi are good, as long as I recognize the character and know Leon's interactions with them. and, if not, if you can explain them to me well enough then I'll go on ahead and play anyway! :) My contact information is in an entry on this journal. Hope to hear from someone!))
10 June 2009 @ 08:50 am
*isn't paying attention to her surroundings as she walks through a door reading a file on one of her god father's projects. Rolling her eyes she gets a cross look on her face and looks up.*

Okay, this isn't the labs... *The streets look too familiar to her and she slips the file into her leather backpack, trying to figure out just how she got to Raccoon when it's been destroyed.*

This place wasn't supposed to be rebuilt... I swear if I go down Main and see the police station, I'm going to scream.

((23 year old Sherry Birkin, please feel free to mess with her. Do I need Re5 spoilers still? Eh just in case))
Current Location: lost...
Current Mood: confusedconfused
03 June 2009 @ 02:56 pm
Hello you wonderful wonderful people.

In an attempt to get to better know all of you, and to show that the noble Ashford family is not a bunch of uncivilized savages, I have made these baskets of assorted goodies for you. As a sign of…friendship.

I put my blood, sweat, and tears into making them, so please enjoy them.

You had better enjoy them.
Current Mood: accomplished
30 May 2009 @ 08:56 pm
[ Alfred takes a brief look around, a confused look on his face. The look quickly turns to one of anger and impatience.]

...Where am I? 
I demand an answer!

[ The man is obviously impatient, his arms folded over his chest, hands tightly gripping the material of his red jacket.]

(( OoC: I've never LJ roleplayed before. I thought this would be a good way to get into it. Let me know if I mess it up. ))
30 May 2009 @ 02:32 am
(Entering the room through a set of double doors toward the north, she eyes the grand staircase, the torches, and the stone walls with mild concern - then, sighing, she folds her arms across her chest.)

Hmph. So, who's a girl have to bribe to get out of this hellhole?

[Excella herself is pretty much a guarantee for spoilers, so -- !]
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
27 May 2009 @ 10:31 pm
* Enters; a pair of vacant blue orbs looking over the desolate catacombs from behind her mask. Moves towards the center of the room, her cloak fluttering gently in the breeze created by her brisk movements. Smiles; though the expression as empty as her eyes. *

[ spoilers may ensue. ]