I'll never better bridges [Active/Closed]
Characters: Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin, William Birkin, Leon S. Kennedy
Content: Custody battle Sherry wanted to go live with her father. Claire and Leon grudgingly abide her wish.
Location: Gramercy Park
Time of day: ...early afternoon?
Warnings: Um. Possible gunfight? 8D? Hopefully not, but you never know with those RE folk.
It was a relatively short walk from Pete's to the park, which while being relatively good for their keeping out of the bug creature's ways, it gave Claire less of a distance to stew over the situation. She was trying to get everything in order that she needed to say to Sherry's father, and omitting all the swearing she wanted to do. It was just a good thing she wasn't alone in this.
She didn't intend to do any fighting, but there was also no real way to tell for sure if Wesker wouldn't be with Birkin and attempt to get the drop on them, or if even Birkin himself might turn hostile if he didn't like what Claire had to say. So she'd packed for a fight. Her shotgun was in hand, in case of crabs, but she had her glock shoved in the pocket of her jacket, and her combat knife clipped to her belt. She knew if Wesker were there, they'd probably be fucked, but she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of laying down without a fight, if a fight broke out.
"Are you sure about this, Sherry?" she murmured, glancing down at the little girl as they walked. She had tried not to ask that question too many times, but she just needed to make sure, this was really what the girl wanted.
Content: Custody battle Sherry wanted to go live with her father. Claire and Leon grudgingly abide her wish.
Location: Gramercy Park
Time of day: ...early afternoon?
Warnings: Um. Possible gunfight? 8D? Hopefully not, but you never know with those RE folk.
It was a relatively short walk from Pete's to the park, which while being relatively good for their keeping out of the bug creature's ways, it gave Claire less of a distance to stew over the situation. She was trying to get everything in order that she needed to say to Sherry's father, and omitting all the swearing she wanted to do. It was just a good thing she wasn't alone in this.
She didn't intend to do any fighting, but there was also no real way to tell for sure if Wesker wouldn't be with Birkin and attempt to get the drop on them, or if even Birkin himself might turn hostile if he didn't like what Claire had to say. So she'd packed for a fight. Her shotgun was in hand, in case of crabs, but she had her glock shoved in the pocket of her jacket, and her combat knife clipped to her belt. She knew if Wesker were there, they'd probably be fucked, but she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of laying down without a fight, if a fight broke out.
"Are you sure about this, Sherry?" she murmured, glancing down at the little girl as they walked. She had tried not to ask that question too many times, but she just needed to make sure, this was really what the girl wanted.