Life shifts up and down.

[i_cant_get_out]

After the excitement that was the meeting, Henry's quest for something to swing about in an offensive manner shifted from a hobby to a flat-out obcession. After a few days of scavenging about the empty apartments, looking for something he could call a weapon, Henry's finally found something; about three feet of steel, formerly attached to something

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[redfield]

And there's a Claire! Curled up on one of the couches thumbing through one of the notebooks detailing the many dangers of the world. She's a little short on reading material, and since her new room is still..well, new, she isn't spending a lot of time in there. It's dreary as hell anyway, what with the complete lack of color.

When Henry comes in, she glances up from her reading and offers him a small smile, but doesn't really say anything. After the confusion and uproar at the meeting-thing, the fact that all the talking about newcomers and how some couldn't be trusted is making her feel a little like an alien, and she's sort of run out of conversation-starters.

[redfield]

Mun doesn't thank for that. Silent Hill makes her cry and hide under her bed like a little girl.

"Mm. He's tall, lunkheaded, has short brown hair, blue eyes, and practically lives in the color green." She smiles a little, rolling her head to the side and rests her chin on the side of her knee now, rather than directly on it. Then something occurs to her and she digs into the inside pocket of her vest, pulling out a narrow strip of photo paper, holding it up. There's four snapshots of her and her brother in classic photo booth fashion, something she'd found on his desk while in Raccoon, and one of the few things she'd had on her when arriving here.

"His name is Chris." Claire is fairly oblivious to the fact that a large amount of the compound thinks her brother is batty.

Despite her knowing WESKER thinks he's batty, it never occurred to her that he might spread his story around to people besides those it'd directly affect.

[i_cant_get_out]

"I... see. You know... I'm going to guess you're not going to be happy when I tell you this, but the first day I was here, a guy I met outside the compound claimed that your brother there was rather hostile, and had chased him clear out of the compound. I don't know how much of it is truth, but it did worry me when I first got here."

Chris. At least Henry now had a name to go with the description. And a face. In fact, when Henry started writing in his own notebook again, this was definately going in there. Along with the others. Y'see, he liked to keep notes. Not for any spying reason - just as a memoir. Yeah, like that'd go over. Hide the notebook, Henry.

[redfield]

"Wesker, right?" She frowns a little, sliding the picture strip back into her vest. "I know. And I don't really know how much of it I believe either but.." She pauses, sighing, and straightening up a little.

"I trust my brother. And I don't think he's gone crazy." Completely, anyway.

[i_cant_get_out]

"I doubt he's lost his mind either. Though, the matter does stand that he did chase Wesker out of the apartments. That pretty much is sending people to their deaths, from what I understand."

There was a moment of pause. "I mean, I'm sure he had a good reason." That's right, Henry. Backpedal faster.

[redfield]

Claire sits up straight and shifts uncomfortably, twisting her fingers together absently. She's thinking about the talk she had with Chris for the thousandth time, questioning his motives, her own, and Wesker's.

"If what Chris told me is right, death is really the least of Wesker's problems." She shrugs, standing up and stretching, slightly. "I don't know though. But I'm not letting the jury out on either one until I know what happened between them. Beyond what either one says happened."

It's kind of hard to figure out what's the truth, when two stories are complete and total opposites.

[i_cant_get_out]

"Well, let me know when you find out. Right now, all we have to go on is what either of them said, right? I mean, there's got to be proof somewhere in there besides that." Little did Henry know that, with that utterance, a subplot was born.

Henry shook his head. "Anyways, I just wanted to let you know what I'd heard about your brother."

[redfield]

Claire nods slightly. "Thank you, I do appreciate it." She starts towards the door, before turning around and looking directly at Henry.

"...Look, if you don't want to, that's fine, but... if it's not too much trouble, if you hear anything, anything else about either one of them, would you mind letting me know?" She was practically starting at ground zero here. Clues would be fantastic.

[i_cant_get_out]

"No problem. It'd give me something to do. I'm in room 503, come by if you find anything." To say Henry was curious would be an understatement. He knew that, next chance he got, he needed to speak to both of them on the matter. And then move from there to see what others had to say.

[redfield]

Claire smiles again, tilting her head. "Guess that makes us neighbors. I'm 502."

She glancs at her watch, sighing slightly. She should probably get back to that staring at the wall thing she was doing so well. Probably get some sleep. "Now I should head out. It was nice meeting you, Henry."

[i_cant_get_out]

"Nice meeting you too, Claire. I'll let you know if I find out anything. Take care."

Henry would spend the next good while wondering where exactly to start on this case. Also, wondering where exactly he was supposed to put his trash.