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Alice | Resident Evil (mynameisalice) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-08-24 00:02:00

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.

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doesntlikeguns
2009-09-01 04:57 pm UTC (link)

"You might finally find some here, although it does have its days. Weeks," he amended, shrugging one shoulder before he took another drink of beer. "Everyone just got done with a round of some of us turning into mirror selves for a few weeks, then changed back." He hated being at the whim of whatever was in charge but until they found a way out, it was going to have to be dealt with one step at a time. "But right now, yeah, you might find some peace and quiet."

He took the PDA, giving the image on the screen a look before glancing up at her. Disappearing into his room briefly, he returned, sliding on a pair of battered wire rim glasses as he took up his position again, hitting the button to play the video.

There was silence as he took in the fight, once he'd gotten over the initial surprise of the thing she was fighting against. He had seen this before. What was it, Resident Evil that it had been called? After the video had ended, Eliot looked up and held out the PDA, a look of understanding and respect on his face. "I can see why. When you fight to survive, you take every minute you can get."

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mynameisalice
2009-09-02 07:09 am UTC (link)

Alice took the PDA with a slight nod, realizing that he did seem to actually understand. It made her curious, about him, about what he'd seen and where he'd been before. Very few really could understand what she'd experienced, very few knew what it meant to be the 'it' person when it came to a fight... and just how much pressure that could put on you to make sure you were always at your peak.

Slipping the PDA into her pocket once more, she took a long drain from her beer before smiling faintly at the bottle. "So what about you?" she questioned, glancing back at him. "You said there aren't any things that go bump in the night where you're from. So what is home like, for you?"

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doesntlikeguns
2009-09-02 01:01 pm UTC (link)

Eliot's fingers tapped lazily against the glass bottle as he looked out at the courtyard. Explaining the world he knew would've sounded boring in comparison but he knew it was far from it. "It's what you'd consider normal. People go to work, kids go to school. You've got your crime, the corrupt looking to make a few bucks off the easiest marks, and then there's the good samaritans, trying to make a difference wherever they can." He shrugged before raising the bottle to his lips to take a drink.

He smiled faintly. "There's still others trying to kill you off but they're all human, no matter what you might think otherwise after going a few rounds with them." It wasn't something he'd admit after just meeting someone but after what he'd seen in that video, he knew that Alice might understand the twisted humor behind it.

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