[Incomplete and Open]
Who: Wesker and whoever drops by (OPEN)
When: today
Where: Claire and Leon's doorstep
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None
Summary: Stuck in the body of an eight year old pink haired girl, Albert Wesker is not a happy camper.
The only good thing in Wesker's life right now was that the master of sparkles and cookies, Zack, hadn't found him yet. Everything else pretty much went downhill after that.
Sitting on the front step of Claire and Leon's house, he eyed the surrounding area. He was sure he could have made a run for it. Unfortunately, a little eight year old's legs weren't up to keeping ahead of Claire and Leon's longer stride. Any escape attempt would probably result in his being confined to the inside of the house. The fact that he had been allowed to sit where he was instead of the backyard was a mild relief in itself. Yes, he could have run for it, but being dragged back while slung over the shoulder of Leon/Claire or Claire/Leon would have been embarrassing.
He also didn't put it past them to make good on the threats of spankings. Or one of those horrible kid-leashes.
Huffing in annoyance, he kicked a little foot at a pebble on the stairs and rested his chin in his hands. What good were such tiny hands compared to his own? How the true owner of this body wielded a sword was beyond him. He must not have been using it right.
It was on the good side though that Shin-Ra hadn't bothered to send anyone for him. The only worse thing than being three foot something tall would have been being three foot something high and being trapped in one of those glass box cages like Hojo had described. Not that it would have done them much good. He wasn't infected with the T-virus at present. He couldn't even get into the sewers with the weighted grates, guards, and traps. What was Hojo doing?, he wondered. Was Hojo even himself still?
Worse yet were Claire or Leon going to make him go to bed early again? There were few things as disgusting as being told he was 'cranky' and forced to go to bed. To make matters worse, this tiny body had given out to sleep almost immediately. Just because he looked like an eight year old did not mean he was! He was Albert Wesker!
When: today
Where: Claire and Leon's doorstep
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None
Summary: Stuck in the body of an eight year old pink haired girl, Albert Wesker is not a happy camper.
The only good thing in Wesker's life right now was that the master of sparkles and cookies, Zack, hadn't found him yet. Everything else pretty much went downhill after that.
Sitting on the front step of Claire and Leon's house, he eyed the surrounding area. He was sure he could have made a run for it. Unfortunately, a little eight year old's legs weren't up to keeping ahead of Claire and Leon's longer stride. Any escape attempt would probably result in his being confined to the inside of the house. The fact that he had been allowed to sit where he was instead of the backyard was a mild relief in itself. Yes, he could have run for it, but being dragged back while slung over the shoulder of Leon/Claire or Claire/Leon would have been embarrassing.
He also didn't put it past them to make good on the threats of spankings. Or one of those horrible kid-leashes.
Huffing in annoyance, he kicked a little foot at a pebble on the stairs and rested his chin in his hands. What good were such tiny hands compared to his own? How the true owner of this body wielded a sword was beyond him. He must not have been using it right.
It was on the good side though that Shin-Ra hadn't bothered to send anyone for him. The only worse thing than being three foot something tall would have been being three foot something high and being trapped in one of those glass box cages like Hojo had described. Not that it would have done them much good. He wasn't infected with the T-virus at present. He couldn't even get into the sewers with the weighted grates, guards, and traps. What was Hojo doing?, he wondered. Was Hojo even himself still?
Worse yet were Claire or Leon going to make him go to bed early again? There were few things as disgusting as being told he was 'cranky' and forced to go to bed. To make matters worse, this tiny body had given out to sleep almost immediately. Just because he looked like an eight year old did not mean he was! He was Albert Wesker!