Post by Miro-Chan on Jun 23, 2022 23:56:51 GMT
[ Reserved For @monika ]
[ Continued Writing: Feb 06, 2021 ]
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[Monika]
Cybil was working in the diner she had been an employee at for a couple of months already. She had no memories of her time before then, being told that she had been in an accident and had amnesia. She also had to take daily medications due to the headaches she would get if she didn't. It was all fine, though. The place seemed nice and she was relatively content. There was something about the quiet homeyness that was both was nice, and a bit eerie. She didn't know what it was, but something made her uneasy sometimes. She placed food down at a table before heading for the back.
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[Miro]
The loud roar of a motorcycle's engine quieted to a pur as the vehicle came to a halt by the sidewalk. The man who'd driven it into the small, remote town wore a brown leather jacket with tan fur lining the ends of the sleeves and around the collar that covered his neck, a grey-blue under armour brand T-shirt that fit his upper body quite nicely, and a pair of dark blue-gray pants, which had very many pockets lining the legs. He also had a black belt with a few pouches that held his pants in place, a pair of dark tennis shoes, and a pair of black, fingerless gloves. His skin was rather pale, his dirty blonde hair was parted to the side, much like one of those guys who was part of a boyband, and his narrowed, cool blue hues were hidden behind a pair of dark brown sunglasses. He had a scab on his left cheek from a cut a few centimeters below the sunglasses.
Leon Scott Kennedy had heard that one of his close friends, Claire Redfield, had gone missing for a couple of months ago- four days after he'd finished his assignment in Europe and he'd been looking for her ever since. That had been half a month ago. So now, here the agent was, in another town that didn't show up on any maps, looking for her. Hunnigan had informed him of the location and how there had been reports of sightings of the younger Redfield there. His hidden gaze flicked down to the photograph of a woman walking down the sidewalk, her back aimed towards the camera. She had the same physical profile as Claire. Folding the photograph in half, he stuffed it in his back pocket and gazed up at the little diner he'd parked close to.
The blonde ignored the looks he received as he lifted a hand to remove the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, and he swung his leg over the leather seat of the motorcycle once he'd turned it off. Slipping the sunglasses into his inner coat pocket, he blinked, swirled the keys around his forefinger, and stuffed them in his outer coat pocket while he walked down the sidewalk. His steps made a soft clopping sound against the pavement as he moved and Leon took in the new surroundings. Anytime he was in some sort of city, he always thought about the horror he and Claire had to face back in Raccoon. It always put him on edge. He just hoped that if Claire really was in the uncharted town, then hopefully she'd be safe. Though, it was Claire he was worried about- she could easily take care of herself if trouble found her.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he gripped the glass door's long handle and pulled it open, the sudden movement caused the little bell above it to ring, signaling someone had entered. An older woman, the hostess, greeted him with a warm smile, one he briefly returned, and showed him to a table close to the window. As he sat down, she gave him a menu and he thanked her before he scanned over the writing. It was time for lunch, it appeared. Just in case, Kennedy checked his watch. Yeah, definetly time for lunch and he hadn't eaten since the day before he got on his flight. The mixed smells made his stomach tighten and his mouth water.
Yeah, I'm pretty hungry, but I really need to find Claire. He turned his attention to outside and furrowed his eyebrows as he became lost in his thoughts. She could be anywhere in this townβ¦
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[Monika]
The town seemed to be pretty normal, a light fog starting to roll in shortly after he had arrived. The people in the diner looked towards him a little when he entered. It seemed they didn't get many visitors, if any. They turned their attention to what they were previously doing after a moment. The place was relatively quiet and calm. "Cybil!" The hostess called out towards the back, "Ya got another one!"
"On my way!" a voice called back, a voice all too familiar to Leon. A moment later, a woman came out of the back with a tray of coffee and a plate, wearing the diner's uniform of a short blue dress and white apron. She had auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail, and blue eyes that almost matched her dress. She moved over to a table, setting down a cup of coffee and a plate of food.
The man at the booth scowled at her, glaring at her. "You took too long!" he nearly screeched, his voice like nails on chalkboard, "It's all cold!"
Cybil rolled her eyes, "No, it's not. It just came out of the kitchen. You do this every time, Mr Ashford. It's fine..." she started to turn away from the table, only to have her arm grabbed. "Hey..!"
"Don't you dare talk back to me!" He had a hold on her arm. "Do you know who I am?!"
A red haired man had gotten up from another booth, going over, "Yo, Alfred, lay off!" He snapped, shoving him away from her.
Alfred scowled and seemingly from a look from the hostess, he settled down, grumbling angrily and starting to eat.
Cybil looked to the one who came to her aid. "Thanks, Steve..."
"No Probs babe, it's what a knight in shining armor does." He grinned.
She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "You're missing the armor and horse."
He shrugged. "Do I get a kiss on the cheek at least?"
"Maybe next time."
"Aw man..." He grumbled and went back to his seat to finish his own food.
Cybil sighed and went over to the table with the newcomer, "Sorry about all that, what can... I get for you..." she stared at him a moment. He was familiar, way too familiar. And this feeling she had.. maybe he just was too cute..
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[Miro]
He knew that voice all too well.
Leon would never forget what that voice sounded like, all lighthearted and a little sassy at the same timeβ¦
The agent turned his head and the slightly confused expression soon morphed into one of slight shock. His eyes locked onto the redheadβs form, didnβt move off her the entire time she moved about the diner. The confusion returned shortly after and his blonde brows furrowed once more. She was working as a waitress..? Why Iβm earth would Claire work as a waitress? Was she doing it to see if there was anything going on with Umbrella-? Going under cover was Leonβs job, not hers.
Leonβs gaze flicked over towards the blonde customer with a screechy high pitched tone, already hating the sound of it, and his expression because more serious when he saw the other man grab Claireβs arm. His lips pressed into a frown as an overprotectiveness came over him. He had protected and helped Claire a lot over the years from various zombies and BOWs. Kicking some rude customerβs ass wouldnβt be any different.
He had his eyes set on both of them, placed his hands down on the counter, and started to push himself to his feet when someone else intervened. His muscles relaxed when he watched the man come to her rescue and he slowly sat down, keeping his eyes on the two while they spoke, expression softening a little. However, Leon wouldnβt outwardly admit that he was disappointed he hadnβt been able to help Claire out of that little jam. Not to mention the more interest he showed when the guy called himself Claireβs knight in shining armor. A scoff and a roll of his eyes later, the blonde looked out the window again with his chin on top of his fist. He still listened to their conversation, though.
The customer who grabbed her was named βMr. Ashfordβ and her so called Knight was βSteve.β He kept a mental note of those names, trying to figure out why they sounded familiar. Leon really didnβt like the pet name he called Claire and he felt jealous jab at his core, making a grumpy frown form. His expression soured the more they spoke. He better not get a kiss. Leon thought to himself with a hint of a scowl. It was honestly none of his business who Claire dated and he really shouldnβt be feeling jealousy. He looked at them out of the corner of his eyes, not even hiding the hint of a grin when Claire refused. So, they werenβt dating.
He waited patiently as she walked towards him, deciding not to just rush up to her in case Claire really was under cover for whatever reason. He turned some to look at her, one of his brows slightly furrowing when it seemed like she was liking at some stranger. βI donβt really know what I want.β Leon admitted with a slight shrug. He blinked and glanced down at the menu before looking back up at her, ββ¦Is there a reason why youβre here? What made you want to be a waitress of all things?β
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[Monika]
Cybil watched the newcomer a moment, then to his menu when he said he didn't know what he wanted. She was a bit caught off guard when he asked her why she was there, and what made her want to be a waitress. Maybe it was just small talk? "I'm here because, well, I live here.... as for being a waitress? I work here because I guess I worked here before my accident." she shrugged lightly. "Not much in the way of jobs in this town anyways, and there's really only one or two trouble customers I get, so it's pretty laid back even in a lunch rush. Then again... you're the first non-local I've seen... what brings you to Silent Hill? Or are you just passing through?"
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[Miro]
Leonβs eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a hint of confusion written on his face. Claire lived there? Since when had she ever settle down to be a waitress? A waitress? It didnβt seem like a job a strong, young woman like herself would do. Especially after all the hardships she had come to face. Claire was too much of a firecracker to just stop what she was doing to take down Umbrella. She wouldnβt have thrown all of that determination away. Umbrella had fucked up the world too much to just ignore it and Claire was someone who wouldnβt stop until it was taken down and wiped from the Earth. What was going on?
He recovered his composure quickly, however, and instead forced a twitch of a smile. Maybe she was undercover and pretending to be someone else then? It seemed like she didnβt recognize him, though. Like the two of them had never met and had never survived through Raccoon City. It made Leon worry. For now he would just play along and see where it led. Nodding, when she finished speaking, he replied, βI seeβ¦β
His ears perked when Claire brought up an accident, hint of alarm showing with a tight crinkled of his dirty blonde brows. βAccident?β He turned to face her and placed an elbow on the table. βWhatβ¦β Leon trailed off and pressed his lips together, glancing down at his knee. Maybe it wouldnβt be a good idea to ask her out in public. If she really didnβt recognize him and didnβt know him, he doubted she would tell some stranger about something personal like that. Cool, blue hues locked with sky blue ones and he turned back to the table. βIβm sorry to hear that. I hope the place has been treating you well while youβve been here.β
She continued to tell him about the workplace and how he was the first non-local. That piqued the agentβs interest and his gaze swerved across the room, eyeing each occupant within it. βReally? I suppose this town is difficult to find then?β
Silent Hill. Something about that name sounded familiar, but Leon had no idea as to why. So far it looked like some normal town that didnβt show up on any maps. That tended to happen with remote places, so he wasnβt exactly surprised about his lack of information. Heβd have to phone Hunnigan and ask her about it later. When he noticed heβd been taking a little to long to answer, Leon brows rose and he gave her an apologetic smile. βOh. Sorry, I got a little distracted by the interior. Itβs like nothing Iβve seen before.β Now he had to decide if he wanted to tell Claire the truth or to come up with some lie and he didnβt like the thought about lying to Claire. Lying was something that came naturally to him because of his training as an agent. Not to mention he had to keep his mouth shut about being one in the first place. Tilting his head some, he added with a shrug, fingers lifting off the table, βI saw an article about Silent Hill and decided Iβd come give it a visit. I like to explore old towns and find interesting places. Learning about the backstories of the buildings and people that live there and all.β
Leon leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh and looked outside. βSilent Hill struck my fancy because it didnβt show up on any maps I have in my possession and I have quite a few.β Looking down at the table for a moment, he crossed his fingers and asked, βDo you have any significant suggestions for places to visit here? For tourists like me who want to go nose around?β He chuckled at the last bit, hoping to lighten his own mood.
[ Continued Writing: Feb 06, 2021 ]
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[Monika]
Cybil was working in the diner she had been an employee at for a couple of months already. She had no memories of her time before then, being told that she had been in an accident and had amnesia. She also had to take daily medications due to the headaches she would get if she didn't. It was all fine, though. The place seemed nice and she was relatively content. There was something about the quiet homeyness that was both was nice, and a bit eerie. She didn't know what it was, but something made her uneasy sometimes. She placed food down at a table before heading for the back.
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[Miro]
The loud roar of a motorcycle's engine quieted to a pur as the vehicle came to a halt by the sidewalk. The man who'd driven it into the small, remote town wore a brown leather jacket with tan fur lining the ends of the sleeves and around the collar that covered his neck, a grey-blue under armour brand T-shirt that fit his upper body quite nicely, and a pair of dark blue-gray pants, which had very many pockets lining the legs. He also had a black belt with a few pouches that held his pants in place, a pair of dark tennis shoes, and a pair of black, fingerless gloves. His skin was rather pale, his dirty blonde hair was parted to the side, much like one of those guys who was part of a boyband, and his narrowed, cool blue hues were hidden behind a pair of dark brown sunglasses. He had a scab on his left cheek from a cut a few centimeters below the sunglasses.
Leon Scott Kennedy had heard that one of his close friends, Claire Redfield, had gone missing for a couple of months ago- four days after he'd finished his assignment in Europe and he'd been looking for her ever since. That had been half a month ago. So now, here the agent was, in another town that didn't show up on any maps, looking for her. Hunnigan had informed him of the location and how there had been reports of sightings of the younger Redfield there. His hidden gaze flicked down to the photograph of a woman walking down the sidewalk, her back aimed towards the camera. She had the same physical profile as Claire. Folding the photograph in half, he stuffed it in his back pocket and gazed up at the little diner he'd parked close to.
The blonde ignored the looks he received as he lifted a hand to remove the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, and he swung his leg over the leather seat of the motorcycle once he'd turned it off. Slipping the sunglasses into his inner coat pocket, he blinked, swirled the keys around his forefinger, and stuffed them in his outer coat pocket while he walked down the sidewalk. His steps made a soft clopping sound against the pavement as he moved and Leon took in the new surroundings. Anytime he was in some sort of city, he always thought about the horror he and Claire had to face back in Raccoon. It always put him on edge. He just hoped that if Claire really was in the uncharted town, then hopefully she'd be safe. Though, it was Claire he was worried about- she could easily take care of herself if trouble found her.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he gripped the glass door's long handle and pulled it open, the sudden movement caused the little bell above it to ring, signaling someone had entered. An older woman, the hostess, greeted him with a warm smile, one he briefly returned, and showed him to a table close to the window. As he sat down, she gave him a menu and he thanked her before he scanned over the writing. It was time for lunch, it appeared. Just in case, Kennedy checked his watch. Yeah, definetly time for lunch and he hadn't eaten since the day before he got on his flight. The mixed smells made his stomach tighten and his mouth water.
Yeah, I'm pretty hungry, but I really need to find Claire. He turned his attention to outside and furrowed his eyebrows as he became lost in his thoughts. She could be anywhere in this townβ¦
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[Monika]
The town seemed to be pretty normal, a light fog starting to roll in shortly after he had arrived. The people in the diner looked towards him a little when he entered. It seemed they didn't get many visitors, if any. They turned their attention to what they were previously doing after a moment. The place was relatively quiet and calm. "Cybil!" The hostess called out towards the back, "Ya got another one!"
"On my way!" a voice called back, a voice all too familiar to Leon. A moment later, a woman came out of the back with a tray of coffee and a plate, wearing the diner's uniform of a short blue dress and white apron. She had auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail, and blue eyes that almost matched her dress. She moved over to a table, setting down a cup of coffee and a plate of food.
The man at the booth scowled at her, glaring at her. "You took too long!" he nearly screeched, his voice like nails on chalkboard, "It's all cold!"
Cybil rolled her eyes, "No, it's not. It just came out of the kitchen. You do this every time, Mr Ashford. It's fine..." she started to turn away from the table, only to have her arm grabbed. "Hey..!"
"Don't you dare talk back to me!" He had a hold on her arm. "Do you know who I am?!"
A red haired man had gotten up from another booth, going over, "Yo, Alfred, lay off!" He snapped, shoving him away from her.
Alfred scowled and seemingly from a look from the hostess, he settled down, grumbling angrily and starting to eat.
Cybil looked to the one who came to her aid. "Thanks, Steve..."
"No Probs babe, it's what a knight in shining armor does." He grinned.
She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "You're missing the armor and horse."
He shrugged. "Do I get a kiss on the cheek at least?"
"Maybe next time."
"Aw man..." He grumbled and went back to his seat to finish his own food.
Cybil sighed and went over to the table with the newcomer, "Sorry about all that, what can... I get for you..." she stared at him a moment. He was familiar, way too familiar. And this feeling she had.. maybe he just was too cute..
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[Miro]
He knew that voice all too well.
Leon would never forget what that voice sounded like, all lighthearted and a little sassy at the same timeβ¦
The agent turned his head and the slightly confused expression soon morphed into one of slight shock. His eyes locked onto the redheadβs form, didnβt move off her the entire time she moved about the diner. The confusion returned shortly after and his blonde brows furrowed once more. She was working as a waitress..? Why Iβm earth would Claire work as a waitress? Was she doing it to see if there was anything going on with Umbrella-? Going under cover was Leonβs job, not hers.
Leonβs gaze flicked over towards the blonde customer with a screechy high pitched tone, already hating the sound of it, and his expression because more serious when he saw the other man grab Claireβs arm. His lips pressed into a frown as an overprotectiveness came over him. He had protected and helped Claire a lot over the years from various zombies and BOWs. Kicking some rude customerβs ass wouldnβt be any different.
He had his eyes set on both of them, placed his hands down on the counter, and started to push himself to his feet when someone else intervened. His muscles relaxed when he watched the man come to her rescue and he slowly sat down, keeping his eyes on the two while they spoke, expression softening a little. However, Leon wouldnβt outwardly admit that he was disappointed he hadnβt been able to help Claire out of that little jam. Not to mention the more interest he showed when the guy called himself Claireβs knight in shining armor. A scoff and a roll of his eyes later, the blonde looked out the window again with his chin on top of his fist. He still listened to their conversation, though.
The customer who grabbed her was named βMr. Ashfordβ and her so called Knight was βSteve.β He kept a mental note of those names, trying to figure out why they sounded familiar. Leon really didnβt like the pet name he called Claire and he felt jealous jab at his core, making a grumpy frown form. His expression soured the more they spoke. He better not get a kiss. Leon thought to himself with a hint of a scowl. It was honestly none of his business who Claire dated and he really shouldnβt be feeling jealousy. He looked at them out of the corner of his eyes, not even hiding the hint of a grin when Claire refused. So, they werenβt dating.
He waited patiently as she walked towards him, deciding not to just rush up to her in case Claire really was under cover for whatever reason. He turned some to look at her, one of his brows slightly furrowing when it seemed like she was liking at some stranger. βI donβt really know what I want.β Leon admitted with a slight shrug. He blinked and glanced down at the menu before looking back up at her, ββ¦Is there a reason why youβre here? What made you want to be a waitress of all things?β
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[Monika]
Cybil watched the newcomer a moment, then to his menu when he said he didn't know what he wanted. She was a bit caught off guard when he asked her why she was there, and what made her want to be a waitress. Maybe it was just small talk? "I'm here because, well, I live here.... as for being a waitress? I work here because I guess I worked here before my accident." she shrugged lightly. "Not much in the way of jobs in this town anyways, and there's really only one or two trouble customers I get, so it's pretty laid back even in a lunch rush. Then again... you're the first non-local I've seen... what brings you to Silent Hill? Or are you just passing through?"
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[Miro]
Leonβs eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a hint of confusion written on his face. Claire lived there? Since when had she ever settle down to be a waitress? A waitress? It didnβt seem like a job a strong, young woman like herself would do. Especially after all the hardships she had come to face. Claire was too much of a firecracker to just stop what she was doing to take down Umbrella. She wouldnβt have thrown all of that determination away. Umbrella had fucked up the world too much to just ignore it and Claire was someone who wouldnβt stop until it was taken down and wiped from the Earth. What was going on?
He recovered his composure quickly, however, and instead forced a twitch of a smile. Maybe she was undercover and pretending to be someone else then? It seemed like she didnβt recognize him, though. Like the two of them had never met and had never survived through Raccoon City. It made Leon worry. For now he would just play along and see where it led. Nodding, when she finished speaking, he replied, βI seeβ¦β
His ears perked when Claire brought up an accident, hint of alarm showing with a tight crinkled of his dirty blonde brows. βAccident?β He turned to face her and placed an elbow on the table. βWhatβ¦β Leon trailed off and pressed his lips together, glancing down at his knee. Maybe it wouldnβt be a good idea to ask her out in public. If she really didnβt recognize him and didnβt know him, he doubted she would tell some stranger about something personal like that. Cool, blue hues locked with sky blue ones and he turned back to the table. βIβm sorry to hear that. I hope the place has been treating you well while youβve been here.β
She continued to tell him about the workplace and how he was the first non-local. That piqued the agentβs interest and his gaze swerved across the room, eyeing each occupant within it. βReally? I suppose this town is difficult to find then?β
Silent Hill. Something about that name sounded familiar, but Leon had no idea as to why. So far it looked like some normal town that didnβt show up on any maps. That tended to happen with remote places, so he wasnβt exactly surprised about his lack of information. Heβd have to phone Hunnigan and ask her about it later. When he noticed heβd been taking a little to long to answer, Leon brows rose and he gave her an apologetic smile. βOh. Sorry, I got a little distracted by the interior. Itβs like nothing Iβve seen before.β Now he had to decide if he wanted to tell Claire the truth or to come up with some lie and he didnβt like the thought about lying to Claire. Lying was something that came naturally to him because of his training as an agent. Not to mention he had to keep his mouth shut about being one in the first place. Tilting his head some, he added with a shrug, fingers lifting off the table, βI saw an article about Silent Hill and decided Iβd come give it a visit. I like to explore old towns and find interesting places. Learning about the backstories of the buildings and people that live there and all.β
Leon leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh and looked outside. βSilent Hill struck my fancy because it didnβt show up on any maps I have in my possession and I have quite a few.β Looking down at the table for a moment, he crossed his fingers and asked, βDo you have any significant suggestions for places to visit here? For tourists like me who want to go nose around?β He chuckled at the last bit, hoping to lighten his own mood.