[Claire] My GUESS-WHAT-I-FINISHED-CV-AND-WAS-INSPIRED post

[mybrothersseekr]

[Claire can be found crouching next to a motorcycle, various tools and a half-spilled tool box scattered on the ground around her as she does some maintenance work who cares if she hasn't had a bike in years we'll say that she's doing a favor for Trish. She's discarded her white jacket and rolled up the sleeves of her pink shirt, her hands and arms

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[albert__wesker]

[My, my, look at all the molestable lovely women this place has to offer. Wesker is...

happy?]

Claire, Claire, Claire. [He steps out of some conveniently placed shadows.] How good to see you.

1/3

[mybrothersseekr]

[Sweet mother he knows how to make an entrance 8| She glances over, trying to place that voice--]

2/3

[mybrothersseekr]

[...Oh--]

3/3

[mybrothersseekr]

[--HELL. She's on her feet.]

You--!

[albert__wesker]

[He doesn't look anywhere near as alarmed as she does; in fact... why yes, Wesker only looks amused.] I love it when you're excited to see me.

[mybrothersseekr]

[Creep.

Her voice is as deadpan as it can get.] What do you want? [Other than, you know, beating the crap out of me for fun. Or so she figures.]

[albert__wesker]

[She deserved it, certainly.

...Or not. But it was fun.] An old friend can't stop and say hello?

[mybrothersseekr]

Friend? [She starts to take a step forward before remembering herself and stopping. She'll settle for a glare instead, and assume this can only be about one thing:] If you're looking for Chris, forget it.

[albert__wesker]

Chris? Oh, no. I know where to find Chris. He's always around here somewhere, lurking. Besides, I like the current view much better.

lmao creeeeeeperrrrrrrrr

[mybrothersseekr]

[Blinks, glares again. Noooot about to put this wrench down anytime in the near future, k.]

I doubt you're here just to look at me.

There were doubts?

[albert__wesker]

[Yes, because a wrench will help. That's adorable.]

You do know what they say about assumptions, Claire.

Never. Just reassurances.

[mybrothersseekr]

[Well excuse her for not being Jill fighting-ability-wise.]

What I know is that you're a selfish bastard obsessed with hurting my brother and anyone else in your way.

Always reassurances. ^_^

[albert__wesker]

[Please, a wrench wouldn't help Jill either.]

Selfish?

Selfish?

[Oh dear. Suddenly his hand is over that wrench and he's twisting it, along with Claire's hand, behind her back. The pressure pushes her foreward against his chest. He's not smiling anymore.] I'm not sure that you understand the meaning of the word, dearheart.

Those are always good.

[mybrothersseekr]

[Past beatings or not, she's never really had the opportunity to see him move like that--she manages a gasp and a growl before she starts trying to tear herself free, dropping the wrench in there somwhere, but quickly finds the effort useless. She speaks to his shoulder, trying to lean as far away from him as she can manage.]

So you do what you do out of the goodness of your heart? Don't even joke.

[albert__wesker]

[She can struggle all she wants, she's not going anywhere. But Wesker isn't hurting her. Yet.] I am getting very tired of explaining this to you and your brother; you never seem to listen. No matter. In the end you'll understand--or you'll die.

Honestly, I know which I want for dear Chris. You, however. Well. Options abound.

[mybrothersseekr]

[Her struggling slows when that iron grip doesn't even begin to give, but she's tensed to react the instant it does. And she's still not looking him in the face.] I heard it all from Jill--there's no understanding you or what you want to do. Either you recognize that it's wrong or you're as crazy as you are!