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discedo_logs2008-01-25 12:03 am
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Who: Leon Kennedy and Zack Fair
Where: Zack's room at the apartments, 505
When: The day after the sickness hits
Rating: PG most likely
Summary: Leon attempts to jolt Zack's memories back into place. It fails pretty badly.
the log:
None of it made sense. But then again, things in Leon's life rarely did.
The residents of Discedo were coming down with an illness and doomed to death, people had randomly gone missing, some had come back from the dead once already, and now more than a few memories have been swiped. In light of all of this, the people in charge still claimed they were just trying to help.
Right. In Leon's mind, Discedo was nothing more than an oversized torture chamber-- a stress test that'd gone out of control. The worst part was that he was powerless to stop it.
He shoved his hands in either of his pockets as he ascended the final few stairs onto the fifth floor of the apartment building. Something had to be done-- at least one answer to a question had to exist somewhere. He hoped to find that answer in Zack.
The old weathered boards of the floor creaked under his boots as he walked. The entire place had an air of desolation and hopelessness to it, just like the rest of the city. He did have to hand it to Harry, though; the apartment complex was one of the most habital buildings in the whole town.
Room 505. With an unintentional sigh, Leon raised his right hand and gave a firm knock on the door.
Where: Zack's room at the apartments, 505
When: The day after the sickness hits
Rating: PG most likely
Summary: Leon attempts to jolt Zack's memories back into place. It fails pretty badly.
the log:
None of it made sense. But then again, things in Leon's life rarely did.
The residents of Discedo were coming down with an illness and doomed to death, people had randomly gone missing, some had come back from the dead once already, and now more than a few memories have been swiped. In light of all of this, the people in charge still claimed they were just trying to help.
Right. In Leon's mind, Discedo was nothing more than an oversized torture chamber-- a stress test that'd gone out of control. The worst part was that he was powerless to stop it.
He shoved his hands in either of his pockets as he ascended the final few stairs onto the fifth floor of the apartment building. Something had to be done-- at least one answer to a question had to exist somewhere. He hoped to find that answer in Zack.
The old weathered boards of the floor creaked under his boots as he walked. The entire place had an air of desolation and hopelessness to it, just like the rest of the city. He did have to hand it to Harry, though; the apartment complex was one of the most habital buildings in the whole town.
Room 505. With an unintentional sigh, Leon raised his right hand and gave a firm knock on the door.