And, please don’t feel bad about it. It’s completely understandable.
(Source: rikutothedawn)
“Would you please not sneak up on me like that? Make a little noise while you walk, alright? Especially when you see that someone is busy.”
“Sorry, I guess I’m just light on my feet.”
Elizabeth gave him a withering glance but she wasn’t truly mad. “Do you always sneak up on unsuspecting ladies, Officer Redfield?” There was a note of teasing in her tone even if she looked unimpressed.
“Not really. I was just passing by and I saw you here.”
“Would you please not sneak up on me like that? Make a little noise while you walk, alright? Especially when you see that someone is busy.”
“Sorry, I guess I’m just light on my feet.”
//Just got back from Star Trek Into Darkness. Also for any and all Star Trek blogs that had followed me in the time the movie came out, I didn’t follow for fear of spoilers. But now I’m back and I got my muse flowing a little bit. So much stuff had just had me all thrown off an in a loop. I could use a good thread, even if its a crossover with RE/Star Trek then thats fine.
“Middle East, Asia and Europe.” he sighed, shoulders slouching
“In three regions?” Apparently, the situation had been even more worse than she had heard on the news.
Worriedly, she asked, “Is the B.S.A.A. dispatching you guys to the affected areas?”
“Others yeah, me? Its only a matter of time.”
Chris shook his head “Other than the fact that I haven’t slept for a few days, and that things haven’t been necessarily easy. Granted its not easy for anyone, but its just seemed so piled up lately.”
“Not sleeping will do that to a person.” It would explain why he looked, for lack of a better word, ‘dead tired.’ She didn’t point it out, however.
“Is the situation still been bad in Middle Eastern countries?”
“Middle East, Asia and Europe.” he sighed, shoulders slouching
//Can I find someone who wants to do a thread with me involving Zombies, Alcatraz and sealing up a hellmouth?
Twas the day after the Christmas Party, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The house was disheveled, untidy and a mess. Under a pile of blankets was Chris Redfield, groggy from a hangover, making sure his wounds healed. On the floor and unaware of what happened, it looked like a war had broken out in the bedroom. Chris heard snoring and looked over to the bed and there was a half naked Jill Valentine snoring away.
“Jill?” Chris looked down to see he was only in his boxers, he quickly rushed to grab the robe and threw it on himself. Looking out the window he saw a Police Cruiser in their driveway What the hell?!
She was lying on the bed, happily resting from her hangover. Jill had buried her face on the pillow, avoiding everything especially the sun that was shining right on the bed. A soft groan escaped her lips as she heard someone saying her name. Jill moved her hand on her head and sighed. ”What is it?” She whispered on the pillow, not really happy about someone interrupting her sleep.
It took a while for ther to get, that the voice was familiar. In fact, it was really familiar and it really sounded like Chris. She quickly sat up, looked around where the heck was she, until she saw Chris. Her eyebrow rose and she tilted her head. ”Chris… What are you doing here?”
“Uh…I think I might of passed out during the Christmas party….by the way, where are my pants?”
A talk about Trauma? Of all the subjects, this one was the one she wanted help with “You know we’ve got plenty of psychologists on staff. I don’t know of how much I can help, but I can if need be.”
Her face dropped a little at his response. She should have just stuck with not even messing with the matter - kept to the psychologists she saw every week. “Just, someone said you would be willing to maybe give me a few pointers - so to say - about dealing with trauma from bioterrorism.”
“Well…I can give it a shot. I assume this person told you of my trauma I had to deal with?”
“They didn’t tell me the details exactly.” She knew nothing about him, all she knew is that he’d been through a lot. Chris Redfield had practically been through every attack known to man and she assumed the person who gave her the suggestion was right in their assumption he could help her.
“Well…first things first, is to face your trauma, depending on what your situation is. PTSD or the sort. You got to work out a goal and a game plan and continue to escalate it through out the months. I’m going to get through today, I’m going to finish this today, I’m going to go out and be the best damn person I can be, knowing that I’m still alive.”
