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[bravevalkyrie]

Who: Claire Redfield, anyone else who shows up...
When: Day 13
Where: Orchid Avenue
What: Claire's finally come out of her house, at long last, but not exactly prepared so much for the weather as she is for a fight-a girl's got to be prepared for anything!
Rating: PG13 just on the safe side!

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[beastundrurbed]

Don't look now, Claire, but there seems to be some creepy, albino-esque guy following you!

Actually, Shirosaki had merely been observing. He had arrived in town that day (night?) when the moon refused to settle. The whole ordeal had shocked him, at first. Shiro was used to buildings being sideways, and the sky always being blue. The only weather he had ever encountered was rain. Clouds? Definitely supposed to be white. When he had appeared in town and opened his eyes, he had never expected the strange world that laid out before him.

He took to the new scenery quite well, despite his comforts, like a very curious child. Everything had to be examined. The buildings. The streets. The trees. The grass. The sky itself. Hello, moon.

The thing that caught his attention most of all, was that there seemed to be...people here. Not just King or the old man. Not just him imagining things. When he caught sight of Claire leaving her house, perched atop the roof of another house like a eerie specter who wanted a night on the town, he couldn't

[bravevalkyrie]

Talk about spooky! It seemed this town could only look creepier in the dark. That eerie quiet interrupted by the stirring wind or the sound of leaves rustling, but every now and again Claire could have sworn she'd heard something. Something that just wasn't as natural as the other sounds. Shivers continued to ripple down her spine caused by a mix of the cold, because 50 degrees is just freezing, and the tension starting to form in her muscles

[beastundrurbed]

Humans were all a predictable bunch, if King was anything to go by. That was alright, it just made it easier for Shirosaki to have his fun. Of course, never having had experienced night before, the hollow didn't understand that his scratch of shingles and his particularly hard landings on rooftops, paired with the deserted night, were was really making it all so creepy. It probably wouldn't have had much effect in the daytime.

But Shiro didn't think about it; he just did. All instinct, the albino creature stilled the moment she did, watching her with one his perpetual smiles. Although, the eerie beast could only wait so long for her to continue. Faster than any human eye could ever detect, Shirosaki was behind her. After one moment of silence, he laughed.

[bravevalkyrie]

She jumped. She jumped so fast she was sure she had actually jumped out of her boots. Yeah, talk about scary as fuck when you're all alone in an empty street and someone pops up behind you... yeah, almost like in a slasher film.

Claire could feel her heart pounding in her chest rapidly as she spun around to face the person who had managed to sneak up on her without so much as a sound. Her hand made swift work of yanking her gun out from the waistband of her jeans and aimed for her attacker, if you could call him such. It was instinct, really, coupled with the adrenalin already flowing through her veins.

But this... she wasn't ready for the sight that greeted her. He seemed so... human. Well, a ghost white human with the weirdest eyes she'd ever seen. Not even Wesker's eyes were that weird. And that creepy smile? No one could pull that off.

"Who are you?" She snapped.

[beastundrurbed]

The hollow could only point and laugh at the frightened expression he had been shown. It was exactly the reaction he wanted, so in light of that, Shirosaki decided the human could continue to live. Not that his intention of killing her had ever been obvious. Besides, maybe she'd shown him another hilarious expression.

"'s great face ya got there, woman. Shoulda said 'boo!' Ya mighta hit the sky at the rate you were goin'," Shiro let the laughter peter out. "Me? I ain't nobody. 'Ur better off askin' King that."

[bravevalkyrie]

The redhead stepped back, gun still pointed at this strange man's face. Really, no name that he could give her? Bullshit and she knew it, or at least assumed it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she gazed at him. Such a strange young man, and really irritating too. Not to mention creepy.

"King? Never heard of anybody with that name. But, look, I have no time for your bullshit. Who are you, really?"

[beastundrurbed]

Shiro observed the metal thing in his face with interest. It looked like metal, anyway, from the way the moonlight was bouncing off the smooth surface. He didn't exactly understand why she was holding it at his face or what it was supposed to do except look stupid. Shiro poked the metal gadget and completely ignored her question. What was in a name anyway? Usually power, but he had more than he knew what to do with.

"What's this stupid thing? It supposed ta scare me? I gotta metal thing, too. Wanna see?" If Claire hadn't noticed the giant thing on his back wrapped in white cloth, she would'v then, as Shiro reached for the handle.

[bravevalkyrie]

He didn't know what a gun was? Was he really being serious? Who in the world hadn't come across a gun before in a magazine or a book or on tv? Really, what bizarro world did this guy come from? "It's a gun, you..."

Her voice died in her throat as she finally noticed what he'd been carrying the whole time. She could only describe it as a great knife, a very large butcher knife of some sort. But it looked like it could easily cleave someone in two.

[beastundrurbed]

The giant cleaver was easily lifted off of Shiro's back with only one arm. With the other hand, he pulled the cloth away, only to reveal the gleaming, razor-sharp edge.

"Ain't never heard of a gun. Think a sword does me just fine."

[bravevalkyrie]

Just when things couldn't get any weirder... Claire's eyes widened briefly as she took a step back and away from this guy and his chosen weapon. Okay, maybe finding a Licker would have been better than finding a person like this psycho. She swallowed hard, keeping her gun aimed at the man before her and his deadly weapon.

"To each his own," she muttered. Her eyes stayed glued to the sword briefly before flickering to his face.