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[hates_chairs]

DATE: Day 98, post-curfew (backdated).
CHARACTER(S): hates_chairs & want_chairs
STATUS: closed, ongoing.
SUMMARY: Chris is going to bust down on Wesker's shit.
LOCATION: The labs (specifically whatever # is wesker's).

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[hates_chairs]

The cameras were everywhere. Any sign of non-human abilities would do nothing but get Wesker dragged straight off to the labs. It was the chance he never got back home.

"Never said I was an honour student," Chris snapped back as he swung his pipe into the closest shelf of chemicals. "Let's see you stop me this time."

[hates_chairs]

"I'll leave the bludgeoning to the masses when they find out what you've been up to."

Wesker made an imposing figure, but Chris had faced him enough to look past that and see what he could get to. He'd seen the irritation on the others face, seen him flinch for a second, seen that one tiny shred of weakness.

It was more than he needed. Smashing the pipe into another shelf, and praying there wasn't some sort of deadly acid amongst the chemicals now spilling all over him, Chris set about causing as much damage has he could.