[Having gone out of his way to avoid the majority of the holiday cheer, mostly because his player found himself going on an unforseen/unannounced hiatus, Leon finally ventures out from winter hibernation. He's pretty wtf at the moment, but it's mostly because this player has no idea what's going on. General open type post go~]

[Despite his better judgement, Leon's decided to head out and brave the bells. It's been a few days since he's put in a decent workout what with being holed up in his room hoping to wait out the holiday tradition. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be letting up any time soon ( Read more... )

[Leon's sitting in Caritas, flipping through his journal while pretty much ignoring his drink. He figured he'd branch out from his usual spot and see if the Deathmatch's competition has anything going for it.

The verdict thus far? At least this place feels a lot cleaner. The karaoke isn't exactly a plus, but at least here it's not Travis crooning ( Read more... )

( Room Filter. )

[Leon's jolted from his sleep when his hand brushes against something slimy. Hey, he's seen one too many tentacles not to be safer than sorry at this point ( Read more... )

[There's some interesting groaning heard over the journal as a certain government officer comes to, rolling and accidentally knocking said book open along with the rustling of unfamiliar silk sheets. It takes a few seconds for him to register the fact that he isn't in his own room, but once he reaches that realization he's sitting bolt upright and ( Read more... )

--EON!!

[ The journal has been randomly tossed open, and Claire's scrambling to get on her feet after jumping to dodge a bullet. Leon's coming after her in his Las Plagas state of mind with a gun. She's done her best to hide, but no matter where she goes, he keeps coming for her. Finally, she's outside, out of breath, and has no where to go. ]Stop ( Read more... )

[So, after what happened with Cissnei, Leon has been going out of his way to avoid just about everyone--which essentially boils down to avoiding anyone who isn't his forced roommate for the past few weeks. It's come to the point where he needs to face reality, however]

Any doctors here make house calls?

[What? No-- what? Alec is really not okay with his room being taken over by some drug-dealer with crazy plants and guns and shit, okay.]

First question-- what the hell is up with the plants?

[Sound of shit being knocked over goes here, followed by a hushed, "fuck!"]

A few seconds later the journal is slammed shut]