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Big in Japan - Guano Apes

I couldn't control my actions, oh, but god, I was still aware. Forgive me.

The Master of Unlocking.

Force:________S.T.A.R.S.
Unit:________Alpha Team
Location:________Raccoon Forest

Alpha Team to Mobilise:

Barry Burton________Weapons Specialist
Joesph Frost________Vehicle Specialist
Chris Redfield__________Marksman
Jill Valentine________Machine Expert
Brad Vickers___________Pilot
Albert Wesker________Mission Leader

Mission Background:

New members of Alpha Team arrive in Raccoon City late in the day. Earlier, strange reports come in from the locals about missing people and unusual sightings of dog-like monsters. The mangled remains of a woman hiker are fished out of a river. The police report notes that something powerful had got hold of her, judging by the depth of teeth marks. Most likely a grizzly or wolf attack.

Public demands police action.
Police Actions:

a]________Entrance to mountain road barricaded
b]________S.T.A.R.S. contacted
c]________S.T.A.R.S. informed that hiker was part of tourist group that had gone into the mountains a few days earlier. S.T.A.R.S. will join mountainside search for hikers.

... "And that was the last mission we had, before it became a fight to stay alive..."

Intro://

Staring out the window, the moon shines in the sky - Against the near starless background, it's an eerie yet beautiful sight.
You sigh, more out of boredom than anything else. The train ride is long, and it only stops every one or two hours, which means little time to get off and stretch you legs. Unless you'd feel like doing so in the aisle.
You look around.
The train's packed. The train picked up a lot of people at the last stop, perhaps a lot of people just wanting to leave and get to their own home town before the next day. Either way, there was a lot of chatter, glancing, little arguments and tension from the lack of space. If the windows weren't open there'd be the chance of suffocating.
It's getting so late you yourself can barely remember why you're on the train. Come to think of it, you can't remember. But no doubt you'll remember when the time comes.
The train's set up so that if there weren't many people it'd be quite nice. There are two seater couch like seats, with a lovely table in front of it, and another set of chairs across from it, to face inwards the table. So you could have a lovely conversation.
The seat opposite you seems to be the only available one, but you suspect it will be filled at the next stop, which you estimate is an hour away.
You lean back in your seat, ready to relax - But that concept is cut short as soon as your shoulders hit the cushioned fabric.

There is a door that leads to a small room before the next carriage - Each carriage has one - as is the set-up of the train for safety precautions.
But as your eyes wonder towards it, the door suddenly swings open, nearly falling off of its hinges. A lot of people gasp, giving small shrieks of surprise as it opens, some jumping out of their seats and moving back. There is nothing but a cool breeze coming through the darkened door way, and a peculiar sound.
You can hear one of the younger passengers tease another, saying that it could be a monster, as most people settle down from the original fright.
You too, settle down, and begin to close your eyes. But they spring open as suddenly the room fills with loud screams. Looking toward you see a person staggering, obviously having from through the door. But their body appears slack, and their movement restrained, head hung low. They emit a moan, and a weak stench begins to fill the air. Their clothes are tattered, and their skin...
You freeze - Realising this is far too much like something out of a horror movie. Either someone has become horribly ill, and is visibly showing it, or... Could there possibly be the living dead on the train...?
Before you have any time to act, the person lunges forward, seeming to try and grab a young lady sitting close to the front.

She screams.

If you could, you would cover your eyes, expecting to see a spray of blood in any second. But, the 'zombie's hands don't manage to make contact with the woman.
There is a loud THRAWK sound, and the 'zombie' groans and leans off just enough from the angle to miss the lady, and staggers further down the aisle.
In the doorway stands a new actor in the play.
She's dressed in blue shade, with straps and belts, gun in hand and combat boots just returning to the ground after delivering what would be a life-saving kick.
The zombie turns, seeming very animalistic, mouth wide open with its rotted teeth showing.
The woman lowers her gun slightly, to your surprise.

BAM!

There's a spray of blood like liquid, and what appears to be rotten flesh. The zombie falls onto what's left of its knee after it's been shot in a direct hit. It tries to stand up to grab what it wants to munch on.
The woman steps forward, and turning her body, gives a hard kick to the zombie's head, sending it flying back. She takes more steps forward, standing dangerously close to it - over it.
She lowers her gun further down.

BAM!

More blood, more ooze, more flesh, but no more movement from the zombie.
The woman's blue clothes, mainly her pants and part of her top have distinct splatter markings from the blow, now. Some drps down the side of her cheek, yet she takes little notice as she moves away.

Some people squeak, some sob and cry, and if it weren't for that, the room would be dead silent. The woman grabs a transition radio from her belt, moving it next to her ear.

The hazard is eliminated, it appears to be an isolated spread. Keep the train going until the next stop - We'll dispose of the body upon arrival. I will stay in the carriage to make sure there has been no further contamination."

Everyone seems to be in too much of shock to act.
She puts the radio back on her belt.
With her free hand she wipes the sweat from her brow, and walks a tad bit more down the aisle. Most of the seats are still occupied once again, people falling back into their seats, or fainting.
And thus, she slides casually onto the seat across from you. You tense slightly, feeling intimidated as she lays her gun down on the table.
She stretches her arms up in the air, before resting them on the top of the sear, leveled with her shoulders. She leans back, crossing one leg over the other and closes her eyes.
She breathes lightly, not even seeming shaken by the scene that has just taken place.
You don't say a word - Not just yet. The moon from outside, highlights her fur, and you can see certain areas which aren't as sleek as the rest, parting due to wounds that have since become deep scars. Her fur is short, so it's easy to see most of them. Anyone could have easily overlooked them, but due to your current condition, you concentrate surprisingly hard on the battle worn lupess.
She opens one dusty blue eye, looking through you rather than at you. She moves her arms from the rest of the seat and leans forward, taking a few packets out of her belt, which seem to be filled with ammo. She swiftly reloads her gun, doing it as if it were second nature.
She doesn't look up at you, even as the gun clicks shut.
You try to clear your throat to speak, murmur an 'excuse me', or just spit out some sort of babble. But all that comes out is a rather short, but high pitched squeak.
It grabs her attention and she looks up, nudging back the tip of her hat as to not block her view.
You can feel yourself shaking. It's embarrassing.

Who... Are you...?" You squeak again.

She doesn't even smirk. ... The fact of that makes you flinch slightly, but she goes on to answer.

Jill Valentine." She answers. And she assumes correctly you want to know more.

Stats://

I don't feel anything, but that's what bothers me. If I can't feel anything, then what does that mean?

Alias : Jill
Name : Jill Valentine
Nicknames Given : The Master of Unlocking
Age : 23
Gender : Female
Species : Lupe

Mother : Unmentioned
Father : Unmentioned
Siblings : Only Child
Crush : ... Dammit, why do, do I...?

Petpet : That... Thing.
Ex-Occupation : Army Delta Team Member
2nd Ex-Occupation : S.T.A.R.S. Member
Occupation : BSAA Member
Positions : Machines Expert
Alliance : Good/Justice'.

Appearance
Breed : Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog
Fur : Short, easily kept
Eye colour : Gray-Blue

Nose colour : Dark Teal
Pelt Colours : Various Blues
Markings : S.T.A.R.S. Symbol on upper part of left leg.

Accessories : Hat with S.T.A.R.S. Logo on it
Personality
Jill was an experienced member of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team. Her reputation made her known within the department - there are many incidences under her belt of saving her companions and workmates from certain death, though she does not flaunt that fact.
Jill can come off as somewhat cold and unfeeling. She does not trust easily unless she knows the circumstances. Even to those that know her best, she rarely shows a soft side to her down-to-earth personality. However, when she does, she can be quite kind and endearing, proving to be a real treat to those who do witness it.
She's got the smarts to keep her alive, and the skills to make sure she can look after herself. She needs no knight in shining armour, and rather seems to take the title herself. If help is not needed she'll rejected strongly if offered, but when it is, she knows when to accept.
She has been announced by most an 'expert' with machinery and mechanics, able to unlock even the most complicated locks. The fact that she's good with machines surprises many.

The Past://

B.I.O.H.A.Z.A.R.D.S. ://

... It was Raccoon City's last chance. My last chance. My last escape...

Likes&Dislikes://

Blood Family://

Good ol Papa.

Household Family://

Mieu::

Mr. Blackbird::

Owl::

Tear::

Enemies://

Wesker
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S.T.A.R.S.://

One by one the brave will fall.
Life is lost again, they gave it all.

Barry Burton

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Joseph Frost
~~Fallen~~

Joseph was the real joker of the group. He was in Alpha Team, just like myself. He could turn just about anything into a joke if he wanted to - It was just one of his charms, as childish as it was.
He was notorious for naming Brad Chicken-Heart and referring to Barry as an old man.
Joseph was also the team's mechanic. When it came to transport, it was as if no-one was better. When I could catch him on a more mature note, we'd have some pretty good talks about those sorts of things.
Still, he was always that joker at heart. I don't know how many times I caught him trying to pull something on me - I think he only managed to get me ones, as far as memory serves. It took me weeks to get that chocolate sauce out of my hair, arg...
But, You know the world's gone to hell when the clown dies... We'll always miss you, Joseph.

Chris Redfield
Chris and I, we've been through more than you could imagine. Since the very beginning of the nightmare, we were both there. We both witnessed it. We both took a stand against it.
Even now we're both in the same anti-umbrella movement. But that's such a long story...
Chris was originally in the Air Force, but for whatever reason he got kicked out. We were reassigned to Raccoon City's S.T.A.R.S. not too long after each other.
He's a tough seeming guy, but he can be a real sweet heart. He joined all the things he has for the justice, for the people.
Funnily enough he seems a little iffy dealing with women. I find it ironic that he's perfectly natural around me.
I think I l---
... We work closely together, often.

Brad Vickers
~~Fallen~~
Brad Vickers, or Chickenheart. He lived up to that title, the first to run, the first to avoid combat - But we loved him. He had his quirks, but he as a good man. Just, scared.
No-one could be angry at him - He conquered his fears, even if it was only for that little time, and came back for us. He got us out of there alive. I can only imagine how hard it must have been for him to do that.
But bravery is short lived. His life was cut short soon after... The few survivors including myself, we'll never forget. And just like for the others, we'll never forgive what stole our comrade from us...

Richard Aiken
~~Fallen~~
Possibly one of the sweetest men to have ever walked the earth. If you needed help, he'd go out of his way to help you; If you needed someone to talk to, he was that shoulder; If you were upset, he'd try and find a way to make things better - And he almost always did.
Richard was amazingly sweet-hearted and docile with people. But, mo matter how helpful and sincere he seemed, no-one would be able to tell his own suffering.
Sacrifice himself twice... He didn't deserve to go. But I believe it was the way he would have wanted it.
He lived with the guilt of not being able to save his little sister - All he wanted to do was help others, and he did. I hope he rests in peace. After all this time, he deserves it.

Rebecca Chambers

Poor Rebecca, she's only young yet she's been through more than anyone could imagine.
Rebecca had only been with STARS for a little while before she was thrown into the nightmare. She was a real smart girl, got through university just like that. She must have had a real future ahead of her, but instead, well... What happened, happened.
I don't know where she is at the moment, but god, I pray that she's alright. She could be a little sweetie most of the time, and like everyone else, she didn't deserve what's happened.

Enrico Marini
~~Fallen~~

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Forest Speyer
~~Fallen~~

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Kenneth J. Sullivan
~~Fallen~~

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Edward Dewey
~~Fallen~~

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Kevin Dooley

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Love://

[Yay Fey arts~]

No matter how many people ask about it, no matter how many jokes are made in spite of it, I'll never admit that I... Love Chris.
He'll never know how amazing I think he is, he'll never know how much he means to me, and he'll never know how much it hurts not telling him.
And the day he falls in love with someone, that heart of ice of mine will shatter. I know it.
But I want him to be Happy.

Petpet://

-IMAGE-

She scruches up her nose as you inquire about whether she has a companion. A pal. A buddy. In other words, a petpet.

A petpet?" She asks with distaste, "As if I would consider it such a thing..."

You shift somewhat awkwardly on the spot before continuing, "... Not a pet person?" You inquire.

Heavens no, that's not the problem at all." She states, confusing you somewhat with both her words and pained look. "It's just that wretched thing."

You tilt your head to the side as she adjusts her hat, muttering a few things under her breath.
Back at home," She begins, "There is this creature. And it appears to have taken up roost in my closet."

Oh?"

Oh nothing. It's apparently fond of me. I'm certainly not fond of it, I can tell you. It's form of saying I love you is to reach out past the door, and try to grab me with it's leafy vines to strangle me." She explains, giving a glare to the ground. You're rather amazed that it doesn't start shaking beneath your feet. "I'm hoping to get someone to remove the dang thing so I can get to some of my clothes."

You pause to ponder for a moment. A good question rises from it. "... How did this 'thing' get into your closet?"

She mimics your pause for a good deal of time before looking up at you. For the first time that night she actually seems generally confused, or at least reinstating the confusion she had felt upon her initial meeting with the creature she's referring to.
I don't have the faintest idea." She admits dully, before shaking her head. "We should move on before I start thinking about it too much. It was probably just a prank gone astray.

Oh you~

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Farewells://

Link Back://

Links Out://

None yet. Feel like a link trade?

Reference://

Adoptables://

Adopted://

(Most of the following are from Leopets users. Jill was originally one of my lupes on Leo, thus… Hover over the image to see who made it. If there's a link, then they're made by someone on Neo :3)

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