WHO: starsescapist, starspointman, starsmedic
WHAT: Immediately upon arriving in Desai, the STARS are on the job and heading to the morgue to see the body that was collected from the Tayon sewers.
WHERE: The morgue, located underneath Center City.
WHEN: Right after thisMorgues were never a happy place to go to. They always weirded Jill out, despite the training she's had and the ( Read more... )

Jill Valentine hadn't been to the STARS base in about a week. That entire week she'd spent by herself after her return from Falena, cursing herself for being so stupid the entire time. She's convinced herself that it's too late for an apology for her actions ( Read more... )

It's early morning in the Arizona desert. The air is starting to get warm and the sky is slowly getting brighter. Thankfully, the sun hasn't come up over the horizon, so it's not scorching hot. Jill is taking advantage of this quiet lull in the morning, where the creatures of the night are settling down and those who thrive in the light are just ( Read more... )

( Jill's new apartment is... a disaster. )

He was already asleep when she got there ( Read more... )

Jill wipes a hand through her hair and surveys her apartment, which looks... empty. Granted, there wasn't much stuff there to begin with, but the kitchen table looks lonely without it's usual covering of papers. The few art prints she had up on the wall are taken down, leaning up against the wall ( Read more... )

This will be brief, but I have good news to share.

Chris is safe, and with me right now.

It's been around four or five days since Jill has been at her apartment. The police had been there numerous times to inquire about the destruction of Chris's office and the antique shop below, but Jill hadn't been there to answer her phone or door. For some reason, they couldn't get any information out of anyone else ( Read more... )

After a mad drive down the interstate to Georgia, Jill sharply turns the stolen squad car onto the street housing a brilliant Victorian-era mansion. She grips the steering wheel and glances up in her rear-view mirror... hmm, no sign of the Umbrella soldier. Yet ( Read more... )

Jill is pacing around her new apartment. It's not a good kind of pacing. Oh, quite the opposite, in fact. Her brow is furrowed and there's a look of deep contemplation on her face as she hits the redial button on her cellphone, listening to the ringtone. Again, the option to leave a voicemail comes up ( Read more... )