Evil in Residence - A Resident Evil RP

Who: Jill, Barry, Chris
What: Weapons for the upcoming trip to Peregova
Where: Canada, Burton household
Rating: PG (Nothing explicit maybe some swearing)

((OOC note: if you spot anything that makes you go, "Wait, that makes no sense," tell me and I'll alter it.))

Barry Burton's house was one of those old-time, stick-built affairs, a good two stories with a spacious backyard and a well-maintained lawn. It wasn't substantially different from their home back in the States, the only truly obvious change being a small, but somewhat sad one. Back in Raccoon, they had a sign on their front porch proudly displaying their family name; here, the absence seemed to shadow the house a little. Or rather, it might to anyone who knew the Burtons well, Barry in particular.

Barry himself seemed to reflect this underground living, his cheeks having hollowed over the past years, ginger hair starting to gray. Even so, he had retained the affable, bear-like mannerisms characteristic to him. He still smiled easily, and had lost none of the fierceness in his eyes, but they were now couched in lines of stress.

He had arranged with Jill and Chris for them to meet him at his house with a roomy vehicle, with enough room to pack a small armory. He'd instructed them to drive up onto the lawn and to the back door. God only knew what the neighbors would say if they saw him and two strangers wander out with heavy artillery and pack them into a vehicle and take off.

Waiting for his two friends, Barry sat in the hallway to the front door, abstractedly scruffing one of his several Doberman dogs under the chin.