weaponmadeperfect: (damn it I left my gun in my locker)
Sherry stormed into the lab growling low.  Coming in contact with the target… Well she would have never agreed to any of it if she had been informed that he was another survivor.  Not Raccoon City, but he still knew about the company.

“It’s done; you’re not to go near him.”  She knew it would cause problems, but wasn’t like she couldn’t convince him to run, might save him.

“And you have no say in the matter Miss Birkin.  Get in the way and we’ll let him know all about what you do.”  The older man turned looking at her… Giving that look that screamed he would get what he wanted from her.  The G-carrier stepped closer to him.

“You forget Doc, I don’t need a weapon to snap your neck and end this now.  If I wasn’t so interested in trying to get a damn cure for this I would have killed you months ago.”  She proved her point snatching a pen from his pocket and slamming it down on the desk, through the sleeve of his lab coat before turning and walking away from him.  “And you’ve been lax with your results.  If Wesker was still around he would have had you killed for that alone.  Be glad I have a little more patience than he did.”  After all, Wesker and Jill had both died in Europe, at least that’s as far as Sherry could track him after the incident with Spencer. 

“You’re not in charge you know.”

Silvered eyes turned on him and she smiled.  “Be glad I’m not.  Then I would have gotten rid of you weeks ago.  Now I’m warning you to stay away from him.  He doesn’t know anything about the operation here anyway.”  With that she stormed from the room leaving him tugging at the sleeve to get free.


Four meetings later Sherry was actually sliding off her bike in front of her apartment complex.  She just wanted to curl up and forget the day for a while, which was probably why she had totally forgotten about inviting Francis over.  Walking up to the apartment she slipped off her jacket tossing it to the couch as she reached for the remote to turn the radio on, the noise would help for a bit right?

Shit... I just put him in more danger.  Fuck fuck fuck....  Sherry let out a yell as she hit the wall, luckily it wasn't hard enough to damage the said wall.  Get him out of town tonight, he might be safe if he keeps running right?  Maybe I can leak word to Leon, wouldn't be the first time I've done it.  Get him to Leon or other survivors he might stand a chance.    She made up her mind.  On the topic of the Sheena Island survivor she'd go against the company.  Made him part of a special group of people that she would do anything to protect.  Three in all.

Date: 2012-04-18 08:31 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Medium - Sherry looming)
After doing what little bit of actual work he had to do the survivor of Sheena Island made his way to Sherry's by the allotted time. He had decided not to be overly done up since he was suppose to just be getting a tour and help unpack. Francis had however stopped and bought some flowers for Sherry. After their last talk for some reason it felt right to get the other survivor something nice.

Boy he had no idea what the night was going to bring for him when he rang the door bell and stood holding the vase of pretty flowers.

Date: 2012-04-18 08:58 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Medium - Maroon coat)
"It's cool take your time." He called back through the door waiting.

When the door opened the dorky brunette smiled at her He could see she wasn't her bright self and was about to ask when she spoke of the flowers and smiled. He held them out to her "Well I figured you might need something to brighten a new home up." Totally didn't say what he had planned to say, something along the lines of 'pretty flowers for a pretty girl.' Yeah he lost his nerve.

"It's not like we aren't the masters of take out. Unless you just want me to come back some other time which is totally cool." He spoke but still slipped on inside before she could change her mind.

Date: 2012-04-19 04:11 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Sherry-party time)
He smiled like the dork he was when she kissed his cheek, looking back at her with a playful grin. "Well then I'm glad they called to me." He spoke looking around the basic look of the apartment.

When she placed them on the table he nodded some "Not that I don't love chinese. We could try that place down the street I never pay attention to the name but theres always a crowd of people so it must be good." he spoke just kind of walking about looking at stuff.

"You okay? Or was work that bad?" He noticed she was being extra quiet.

Date: 2012-04-20 02:16 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Sherry- angel 2)
He flashed her a playful grin, looking the direction of each of the rooms she mentioned. "Makes sense, master bed room should have the nice bathroom." he teased a little since most houses were put together that way.

"An empty space? Why not put a libary or something in the spare room?" He asked softly and for no real reason he opened the fridge looking inside before walking on. In his own house he will look in the fridge five or six times expecting something new but knowing it wont happen.

"See thats why I work from home worst headache I get is working for women who want their website to look like something that they really don't want. It's hard to explain but enough to lead to bashing of head into the wall." He looked back at her when she mentioned her cabin "You were serious about that?"

Date: 2012-04-20 03:36 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Medium - hoodie)
He just liked poking around and looking at things. It was one of his strange little habits. When she held up her bruised hand he moved across the room to her looking at it. "Fuck that has to hurt, healing or not." He looked at her worried. "I just didn't think you'd wanna go back to a cabin after what you said about your past."

Date: 2012-04-20 04:42 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Medium - holding back laugh)
"Yeah maybe some ice for it? Or Ice cream! We could totally get some ice cream!" He spoke with a wide grin he looked over her hand a bit with concern careful not to touch the worse looking spot. "If you were not given that healing you would be in some serious pain Sherry."

"That makes sense actually. So ice cream sound like a plan?"

Date: 2012-04-20 04:52 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (short - sleeveless)
"As long as you don't mind my old Camero." He spoke with a bit of a grin letting go of her hand then he opened the door for her "Well after you Ms Birkin."

Date: 2012-04-20 06:03 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Dear god can you)
.... except, there's someone in the way. Someone Sherry should have been able to sense. As the door opened, there was Wesker, his hands behind his back, and dressed in an all black business suit with his trademark sunglasses.

"Sherry." It was a one-word greeting. She would know exactly why he was there, and he required no introduction of his own.

Date: 2012-04-21 02:42 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] shoveltoface
shoveltoface: (Medium - What was that?)
Yeeeah he knew that tone, normally he would have objected walking out but they had already talked about this so he nodded when she spoke of the rain check. "Yeah sounds good. Call me later then okay?" He asked as he made his way out the door his eyes on the one in the awesome shades. He only gave a nod to the other "Later then."

Date: 2012-04-21 02:54 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Just a few thoughts)
Wesker would remain silent until he and Sherry were alone. When he was sure the man was out of earshot, Wesker turned to face Sherry directly, staring her down. "You were late in contacting me." It was said rather deadpan, his tone chastising and disappointed.

Date: 2012-04-21 03:07 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Dear god can you)
"And I heard you were involved with the US Government. I'm going to suspend my disbelief long enough for you to explain."

He did indeed get throw into a volcano. Thankfully, Uroboros saved him. Those rockets blew a piece of him onto the land, and the rest was able to slowly claw its way while regenerating just enough to counteract the melting. It was a long, excruciatingly painful process, but he didn't create Uroboros without testing it on himself first, after all.

Date: 2012-04-22 12:44 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → I've spent a lifetime)
"I am only going to trust you because I refused to believe that you thought I wasn't going to find out," Wesker explained. "Birkin might have been a fool, but I am a man of my word. I promised him that I would watch over you, and I had at least four spies in the government keeping tabs on you. I can just as easily order them to kill your handlers and have them vanish less than an hour later."

There's a reason the government didn't pick fights with Umbrella. They had to settle the lawsuits related to Raccoon and Arklay for political reasons, but now that the Organization was back, they were working on bringing Umbrella back in all but official terms. They're just too useful for the government to get rid of.

Date: 2012-04-22 06:15 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → A lonely life)
"I needed to ensure that everyone thought I was dead." As simple as that. And since when was Sherry so violent? No matter. He liked the new Sherry.

"I'm going to be checking into a hotel, for now. I'll be making contact with some old Umbrella executives and restart operations immediately. I trust you have no objections?"

Date: 2012-04-23 06:15 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → are you dolls)
He nodded, albeit reluctantly. Entering her apartment properly now, he took a look around. It wasn't much, and he should make a note to sweep for bugs if she really was a toy of the government. Looking around at her set-up - decent computers, some lab equipment, and a full set of rudimentary medical tools - he nods, and takes a seat on her couch.

"If you insist."

Date: 2012-04-25 07:22 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Dear god can you)
Wesker nodded at her suggestion. "Sherry," he says, calling out at her as she walks off. "I think you should tell me who that man was."

He needs to know if he's something he needs to worry about.

Date: 2012-04-25 06:37 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Before the bullets)
"I hope you wouldn't lie to me, Sherry," Wesker replied. "You know I don't respond well to lies."

He was always a bit suspicious of Sherry, but has trusted her simply out of knowledge that she has nowhere else to go. Leaning back a bit on her couch, he tries to relax a bit. "I haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours." A simple statement. His metabolish may be a bit stronger thanks to the virus, but he still needs to eat.

Date: 2012-04-27 04:26 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Dear John and all)
Wesker's more than suspicious. He can't see her face, but her immediate change of subject gave it away a bit.

Well, actually, he didn't mind take-out, per say - just not fast food. He didn't mind if it was good take out, he just isn't a McDonald's kind of guy. Still, before he can object, she disappears. By the time she emerged, she was actually looking very nice, and he nodded with approval.

"Do you have a place in mind, then?" he asked. He was already dressed. He always was.

Date: 2012-05-02 01:27 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wentviral
wentviral: (☣ → Dear god can you)
"It doesn't matter to me. Just as long as it isn't fast food." Wesker had standards. He wasn't going to eat McDonald's. It was simply unbecoming of a man of his caliber.

"Though, Italian does sound enjoyable." She had a good idea. For once.


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