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discedo_logs2010-09-24 03:19 am
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you can't hide forever
Who: Albert Wesker and Jill Valentine
Where: Jill's place in Latimir
When: Sept 23rd, just after Jill's post
Rating: ...PG for now? I'll update as needed
Summary: Wesker just wants to continue his chat with Jill in person.
the log:
Wesker had perhaps hoped to keep his presence hidden from Jill a little longer - but, really, it was inevitable that she'd find out. Now that she had, he knew there was absolutely no way she'd tell him anything freely as she had at first. Never mind. It only meant he'd need to have a proper talk with her.
Fortunately, he'd been able to find out where she was living; getting her to tell him had been so easy. He headed to where she was confidently, as if he had every right to be there, and hidden away under his jacket he had his familiar handgun.
He paused outside one of the doors as he heard Jill's voice. As a smirk slowly spread across his face, he opens the door open quickly, drawing the gun as he does so, pointing it where he thought she should be, to judge from the direction her voice had come from.
Where: Jill's place in Latimir
When: Sept 23rd, just after Jill's post
Rating: ...PG for now? I'll update as needed
Summary: Wesker just wants to continue his chat with Jill in person.
the log:
Wesker had perhaps hoped to keep his presence hidden from Jill a little longer - but, really, it was inevitable that she'd find out. Now that she had, he knew there was absolutely no way she'd tell him anything freely as she had at first. Never mind. It only meant he'd need to have a proper talk with her.
Fortunately, he'd been able to find out where she was living; getting her to tell him had been so easy. He headed to where she was confidently, as if he had every right to be there, and hidden away under his jacket he had his familiar handgun.
He paused outside one of the doors as he heard Jill's voice. As a smirk slowly spread across his face, he opens the door open quickly, drawing the gun as he does so, pointing it where he thought she should be, to judge from the direction her voice had come from.