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[burbonmilkshake]

Faye has curled up in 202 with an English-to-Chinese dictionary. It's old, it's battered and well-used, but it's helpful!

...When it isn't torn and stained beyond use, that is.

Either way, she's desperately trying to learn to read Chinese. Come help her out! ...Or mock her mercilessly. Whatever floats your boat.

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[outboundchris]

It's a long time after Wesker's messed with Faye's brain. But Chris wanders into the room, looking agitated. He stands in the middle of the room, scratching his head. "Is it in here?" He looks under the cushions on one of the chairs (the one he usually sits in). "Nope, not there."

Hey Faye, doesn't his facial features sort of resemble Claire's? Maybe he's her brother. Doesn't hurt to ask who he is! And what he's looking for under all of the cushions in the room.

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye glances up. "What are you looking for?" Her voice is quiet, her face still a little tearstained. But she's willing to help him look for whatever it is!

"...by the way, my name is Faye," she adds a few seconds later. She's a bit frazzled. Don't mind the barista.

[outboundchris]

Chris also looks up. And then he looks sympathetic. "You feeling okay there, lady? What happened?" He rubs his nose and drops the cushion he's holding. "Something happen?"

"Oh! Uh, Chris. Chris Redfield." There is an empty knife sheath on his left shoulder. Maybe that's what he's looking for? "Something that belongs to me went missing. I'm trying to find it, but so far? No dice." He sits down in the chair with a sigh.

"This has been a bad week."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Oh! You're Claire's brother." She smiles a bit. "I'm a friend of hers," she says, raking her hair behind an ear.

"And--I just had a disturbing conversation. With.. a guy." She sighs a bit, shakily. Poor Faye, going from manipulative Wesker to hairtrigger Chris who hates Wesker.

"Well, what is it exactly? I'll help you look." She puts her book and notebook aside and stands, beginning to look around.

"Oh--" She says this offhandedly-- "There's some coffee made, if you want some." A barista's work is never done.

[outboundchris]

"You know my sister? Awesome!" Chris grins at Faye in a friendly sort of way and rubs his nose again. "Glad to see my sister's been fitting in. I hope she's been telling good stories about me." He's kidding, of course.

"God. Coffee. I would kill somebody for coffee." He heads over to grab a mug, but he still looks antsy as all heck. Must be what's missing from his possession. "Who were you talking to that got you upset? I'll slug him or you."

[burbonmilkshake]

"She's been telling me you aren't crazy. That's a start." She gives him a huge, friendly smile at that point.

And then it fades.

"Um. Albert Wesker."

[outboundchris]

"I'm not crazy. Glad Claire believes me, that's all I'm saying!" Chris laughs as well, grinning widely.

But then that grin fades. "Wesker... that son of a bitch." He gnashes his teeth together in an attempt to keep from exploding. "Do you know what his story is?" He stands up and looks through one of the bookshelves.

"I wrote it down in one of the books."

[burbonmilkshake]

She just watches him, dark eyes wide. "I--really... um. No."

"But--he's nice to me, and he gave me the idea for the news sheet, and ohgodI'msorryIdidn'tmeantomakeyouangry--" She bursts into fresh tears.

It isn't you, Chris. It's all Wesker.

[outboundchris]

Oh. Oh shit. He made his sister's friend cry? Chris immediately starts flailing uselessly. "Agh. Come on, Faye, don't cry! You're be okay! See? It's all right."

"But he was helping you?" That has to mean something. Oh Wesker, you've made Chris second-guess everything. Nice going. "And he made you cry? That's why you were crying when I got here, right?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"He's been talking about his friend Bob that died when he got here," she says, sniffling and reaching for the tissues Wesker brought her. "And how he's going to go hunting for Harth and it made me think about him being turned and--He's not done anything to me personally and it just--upset me."

Damn Faye and her sympathetic nature. It's going to get her screwed over.

[outboundchris]

"God, if he turns, we are in serious trouble." Chris sighs heavily and fiddles with the empty sheath on his shoulder. "Because while he might act nice, let me assure you, Faye, he's pure evil. He's not human as it is."

He grabs a notebook and tosses it to Faye. "Here. I wrote down what I know about him when I first got here." He shrugs again before sitting down in a chair. "He's from the same place as Claire and me."

[burbonmilkshake]

She blinks and catches the notebook, looking at Chris with a tilted head. She then settles back onto the couch and flips through the book until she finds Albert Wesker's entry.

She takes a while to read it. Far too long, in fact. She may have read it two or three times by the time she looks up at Chris with confused eyes.

"You--realize that this does, indeed, make you look insane," she says quietly. "I don't know what to think right now. Although--" she swallows and looks anywhere but at Chris.

"I've heard that serial killers are sometimes the most charismatic."

[outboundchris]

"...Faye, my sister vouched for my sanity." Nevermind that it took her forever to believe Chris. And that nobody knows what Wesker is except for Chris. But that's nothing important.

"I think he falls under the category of a serial killer." He sighs heavily and looks away. "Great. Seems like every time I warn people about him, they call me insane."

He looks upset.

[burbonmilkshake]

She jumps up and lets the book fall to the side, and she pretty much is over to Chris in a stride. She hugs him, tight. Yeah, he needs it, but so does she. Badly.

"It's just... It's a lot to absorb," she says. "It isn't you, or your sanity. It's the fact that someone I was starting to consider a friend is suddenly revealed as ... that."

She steps back and slumps on the couch.

"I need a drink," she mutters.

[outboundchris]

Ack, he's being hugged! Chris looks surprised for a moment before smiling and hugging Faye back. "Hey, I know how it feels. I thought he was my friend once a long time ago. At least he didn't betray you and gloat about it."

First-hand experience talking! "Hey. I found a bottle of cognac in the mall. I don't know if it's any good, but it never hurts to try, right?" He grins at Faye and ruffles her hair. "You, my sister, and me can get drunk and compare stories!"

[burbonmilkshake]

She nods slowly, mulling it over. And then--there is the mention of booze!

Cognac isn't rum and coke, but that sounds delicious.

"We can always see," she says with a grin. "And if we get sick, then--well, we know not to drink the booze in the mall anymore."

Which would be a shame, really. Because Faye needs a good supply of alcoholz.