GhostsOfRaccoon-
;// what if I made a Leon *eyes*
GhostsOfRaccoon-
gravecrept
* , eeeee btw i love your account.
GhostsOfRaccoon-
╔《 ACT I — The Hotel Where Truth Died 》╗
“ My mother followed the truth
right into a grave no one wanted to open.
Now it’s my turn. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
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Preferred ; drops/spams <3
-JournalEntries-
Eliza crept through the halls of the care center she has been researching the mysterious deaths involving survivors of Racoon city and her investigation had led her to the Rhodes hill chronic care center. She was looking for Victor Gideon because she has a feeling he knew her brother and where he possibly was. However what she did not expect was to find anOther person in here. As she rounded the corner she started another woman. Eliza frowned seeing how terrified she was, it reminded her how it was like when she had to survive against the infected in racoon city. "Hey, hey are you ok?" She asked gently
-JournalEntries-
@GhostsOfRaccoon- Eliza holstered her pistol "my name is Eliza what's your name?" She asked trying to help ease the tension in the other woman. As she glanced around "if I may ask how did you come to be here?" She asked as she did not realize the scope of certain events and the enemies they would be facing. Eliza was there solely to find her brother and see if he is connected to the recent events as he normally was. However their conversation was cut short as the sound of rattling chains could be heard. Only one thing could make these sounds here, the girl was near as Eliza frowns "what is that?" She whispered noticing Grace's expression
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✑【 @-JournalEntries- 】✑ Grace froze the moment the voice broke the silence. Her shoulders were already tight with tension, fingers gripping the edge of a rusted medication cart as she turned sharply toward the stranger. For a split second, pure instinct flashed across her face — the kind born from too many dark hallways and too many things that weren’t human. But when she saw it was just another woman, that sharp edge of panic softened… only slightly. Grace let out a slow breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Yeah—” she started, though the word came out rough and unconvincing. Her eyes flicked briefly down the corridor behind the other before settling back on her, wary but not hostile. “I’m fine,” she corrected after a moment, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The fluorescent lights above them buzzed faintly, casting both of them in an uneasy glow. Grace straightened a little, though the tension in her posture didn’t quite leave “you shouldn’t be here,” she said quietly. “This place was supposed to be abandoned.” A pause. Then her gaze narrowed slightly with curiosity. “…who are you?”
-JournalEntries-
Mind if I drop?
GhostsOfRaccoon-
╔《 ACT I — The Hotel Where Truth Died 》╗
“ My mother followed the truth
right into a grave no one wanted to open.
Now it’s my turn. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
⋆
;// preferred ; drop things/spam <3
GhostsOfRaccoon-
╔《 ACT I — The Hotel Where Truth Died 》╗
“ My mother followed the truth
right into a grave no one wanted to open.
Now it’s my turn. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
bledrot
ㅤㅤㅤㅤফ࣫. “ Let’s not make any rash decisions now ׅ ׅ ׅ you’re in no condition to fight, and I wouldn’t try running after the amount of blood you’ve lost ׅ ”
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✑【 @bledrot 】✑ Grace’s breath came shallow and uneven, one hand pressed tightly against the soaked fabric at her side as she steadied herself against the edge of the metal table. The room swayed slightly when she shifted, but she refused to let him see just how much. For a moment, she laughed — quiet, breathless, and bitter “funny,” Grace murmured, her voice rough around the edges. “You sound almost concerned.” Her fingers tightened against the table, forcing herself upright despite the protest from her body. Blood dripped steadily onto the sterile tile beneath her boots “but let’s not pretend this is about my health, Doctor.” Her gaze hardened “you didn’t drag me halfway across the world because you were worried I might faint.” A small pause lingered between them as she steadied her breathing. Then Grace tilted her head slightly, studying him through the blur creeping into the edges of her vision. “So go ahead,” she continued quietly. “Tell me again how important I am to your /research/” her hand slid slowly toward the overturned tray beside her — not quite reaching for anything yet “…I’m sure it’ll make the blood loss feel better.”
GhostsOfRaccoon-
( also may or may not have messed up my right thumb yesterday at work trying to open a packet of cheese - don’t ask lmao , it’s very embarrassing - so handouts will be slow :’) )
GhostsOfRaccoon-
╔《 ACT I — The Hotel Where Truth Died 》╗
“ My mother followed the truth
right into a grave no one wanted to open.
Now it’s my turn. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
