Alice | Resident Evil (mynameisalice) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-08-24 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, alice, eliot spencer |
WHO: Eliot Spencer and Alice
WHAT: Eliot meets his new roommate.
WHEN: {Backdated} Not long after this.
WHERE: Room #203A
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
It had been over five years since Alice had been in a place where her life wasn't constantly in jeopardy. Needless to say, she wasn't quite sure how to handle such a drastic change and was still on edge as she made her way from the steps of the Grand Library to the Housing Complex as per the directions her PDA had provided. She had an assigned room, it seemed, and a roommate by the name of Eliot Spencer.
Briefly, she considered trying to contact him over said PDA before just showing up at their door but opted against it. She wasn't entirely positive just how to go about doing that, in the first place, and honestly didn't want to give him a chance to figure out some way to prevent her from getting inside their shared living space.
Besides, so far the people she'd spoken with seemed decent enough. So she had no reason to think that this guy would be anything different. Not to mention Alice wasn't exactly a typical female and liked to think that she was easy enough to be around. She'd long since given up on the concept of appearing glamorous so she wasn't going to take hours in the bathroom, and she knew how to clean up after herself. She didn't have many belongings, either. Just the clothes on her back and the veritable arsenal strapped to her person.
Making her way into Building A, then up the stairs to the second floor, she kept her senses honed outward as she walked. So far Claire was right. There weren't any T-Virus victims roaming around, at least not that she could sense. It was enough to make her almost willing to relax if it weren't for the fact that she had reached the door clearly marked 209A. It even included a gold plaque above it with her name engraved upon it. Well, her first name at least. Apparently even this place didn't see fit to include a last name she'd long since forgotten and saw no point in bothering to remember.
"Might as well get this over with," she muttered lightly to herself, allowing her long coat to fall across her body so as to conceal the various weapons strapped upon her limbs and to her hips and torso in various, convenient locations. There wasn't any sense in freaking the guy out by looking like she was there to rob the place, after all.
With a quick glance downward to make sure she looked presentable enough (or as presentable as she could manage in her sand-colored mishmash ensemble), she knocked lightly against the door and waited for someone to answer.