And Once Again... [Active/Open]
Who: Leon S. Kennedy and OPEN
Where: Parlor
When: Day 4
What: Leon returns
Warnings: Grumbling and bad jokes
Leon had no memory of what he had been doing just before. Indeed, he wasn't sure he was doing anything before. He merely knew that when he looked around that he found himself in a familiar place, although the sight of it was quite unwelcome, and he couldn't help but let a scowl cross his face.
Yet he kept his senses about him, and quickly his hands moved, checking for the items he had. Everything checked out with the last time he'd been here; gun, lighter, combat knife, and even the useless ink ribbons he had stuffed in one pocket. The wound he had recalled from before also seemed to be missing, and he took a moment to shrug his coat off to check, before sliding it back on and beginning into the house proper.
Once into the parlor, Leon let his eyes roam about the room, noticing it hadn't changed all too much, and that it seemed to be daylight for the moment, if what little the windows would tell tale of was true, anyway. At least, it didn't feel night to him, although he recalled quite clearly that the time within this home was off. He and Liz had discovered as such, during their long trail through the house that first day.
And that thought brought to his mind the woman he'd spent a considerable amount of time with that first day, and then brought to mind Ada. He hadn't seen Liz since they had gotten separated at some point, and Ada... Well, when was the last time he saw her? Really, it seemed as if he'd dropped out of this place just the way he dropped in the first, and even this second time; without real memory of ever dropping in at all.
Letting a frustrated sigh out through his nose, Leon decided that right now was not the time to think too hard about it. He needed to see how long he had been gone, if Liz had showed back up, what had happened in any amount of time he'd been gone and... well, really, a half-dozen things when he got to thinking about it.
So it was he looked to the doors that fell off the parlor, debating where to begin.
Where: Parlor
When: Day 4
What: Leon returns
Warnings: Grumbling and bad jokes
Leon had no memory of what he had been doing just before. Indeed, he wasn't sure he was doing anything before. He merely knew that when he looked around that he found himself in a familiar place, although the sight of it was quite unwelcome, and he couldn't help but let a scowl cross his face.
Yet he kept his senses about him, and quickly his hands moved, checking for the items he had. Everything checked out with the last time he'd been here; gun, lighter, combat knife, and even the useless ink ribbons he had stuffed in one pocket. The wound he had recalled from before also seemed to be missing, and he took a moment to shrug his coat off to check, before sliding it back on and beginning into the house proper.
Once into the parlor, Leon let his eyes roam about the room, noticing it hadn't changed all too much, and that it seemed to be daylight for the moment, if what little the windows would tell tale of was true, anyway. At least, it didn't feel night to him, although he recalled quite clearly that the time within this home was off. He and Liz had discovered as such, during their long trail through the house that first day.
And that thought brought to his mind the woman he'd spent a considerable amount of time with that first day, and then brought to mind Ada. He hadn't seen Liz since they had gotten separated at some point, and Ada... Well, when was the last time he saw her? Really, it seemed as if he'd dropped out of this place just the way he dropped in the first, and even this second time; without real memory of ever dropping in at all.
Letting a frustrated sigh out through his nose, Leon decided that right now was not the time to think too hard about it. He needed to see how long he had been gone, if Liz had showed back up, what had happened in any amount of time he'd been gone and... well, really, a half-dozen things when he got to thinking about it.
So it was he looked to the doors that fell off the parlor, debating where to begin.