parkerluciani:

uss-hunk:

Lots of things went through his head at the moment as to theorize what was going on with him, but he knew there was no time to think about it at all. Too many variables that hurt his head, and the disorienting feeling was leaving little for him to focus on; he didn’t need to spread it out any further than it needed it to be, and instead focused it on one sole achievement.

Exiting the room, he clicked the door shut behind him and walked down the hall, bypassing the area that Parker was exploring, and slowly crept towards the turn in the hall going left, two doors; one on the wall facing him, and another to his left. It was about 20 meters ahead of him, the air dead silent, except for the creaking noises in the vents occasionally, but there were none that he could see around, and deemed it safe to proceed, although not letting his guard down.

The doors seemed fine, except for the one on the wall facing him. It had been chained up multiple times, various locks and different colored chains on the handle, wrapping around it.

Whatever the hell was in there, they obviously didn’t want it getting out. A negetive feeling radiated fiercely from the area, every instinct telling him to just get the hell out of there. Something wasn’t right, and he knew in his gut that something was going down. There was only one way to find out.

His pistol, he deemed, would be useless. Limited ammo capacity and damage wouldn’t be good for the unknown; if a Dodongo were to pop out, or something else, he wouldn’t want to be caught with a dinky knife and pistol. Sliding the strap over his head, he flicked the safety off of his MP5 and kept his finger near the trigger, but not on it. A tiny jingle made him stop straight in his path; he could have sworn it had been the sound of chains.

Parker continued looking around. There was nothing there of interest, as far as he could tell. The area was smeared with blood, like every other place in this damn building and everything was torn up. There were signs of a possible struggle, but it was at least several hours, if not several days, old. He turned and headed out of the room.

The clicking sound, whatever the hell was causing it, seemed to fade in and out. It was bizarre, from what he could tell, because of how inconsistent he seemed. Whatever was causing it was probably moving around a lot. If it were something that would attack them, that is; given how whatever was causing it hadn’t tried showing up to rip his (or HUNK’s, if the lack of yelling as any indication) face(s) off, he was starting to think it was some explanation that would be considered by most to be more mundane than a BOW. He frowned and continued into the hall.

Parker still had another room to search. As he opened the door to the final room, he noticed that this one had brighter lights than the others, abet tinted a curious shade of blue instead of the usual glow. The room had a similar appearance to the other rooms he’d searched. The place was completely ransacked, blood splattered, blankets and pillows torn, bits of paper and clothes scattered about.

There was a disgusting smell coming from the room, rotting flesh of some sort. He coughed and looked, noticing a strange pile of flesh, reminiscent of what was a common sight on the Queen Zenobia. He walked toward it, considering it for a moment. If only he had the Genesis… Unfortunately, that was one of the minor problems of joining Umbrella.

As he continued looking around for anything useful, there was still that clicking, whatever the hell it was. It seemed to be getting closer, but he couldn’t tell.

((Oh, shit, now I know what that anon was talking about. For some reason, the notes won’t display properly. .__.;))

((wat about the notes dfhg))

It wasn’t that he was too terrified to move. No, that wasn’t it. There weren’t many things he was scared of. Caught off guard, yes, but scared? No. He was just hesistant to go towards the damn door. It was fairly dark, the light bulb, he guessed, having burnt out some time ago. Nothing they could do about that.

Flicking the switch, his night vision switched on, the hallway a lot fuzzier, but clearer than it would have been in the dark. He treaded lightly on the carpeted floor, the rubber from his boots squishing as he put his weight down onto them, but virtually made no noise. He didn’t want to alert anything of their presence. Of course, if they had alerted whatever was in there, it might be easier to draw out the guard, but they didn’t need a swarm. Better safe than sorry.

The lock-pick slid into his hand from his pocket, his fingers running along its chrome, smooth edges, feeling the metal, before stopping at the door. The sound of his light breathing in his mask was the only thing he was aware of, shutting everything out, and only focusing on the surroundings and the locks itself.

His hand reached out towards the lowest one, the material of his BDU’s crinkling loudly as he did so, setting his machine gun down with his other hand, and grasped the lock, the chains rattling against the door loudly. His breath hitched in his throat, stopping all movements as he froze, listening for any noises on the other side.

A long period of silence sat in the air, and he exhaled shakily, wiggling his fingers to release the tension before sliding the pick in, trying to listen for the tumblers moving inside, his hands moving and twirling as he moved it around, searching for the one area that would make that satisfying click.

parkerluciani:

uss-hunk:

The laptop did nothing as he pressed his finger on the power button, and he waited patiently for a few seconds before trying again. Nothing. His could feel himself getting irritated, the headache from before slowly digging itself into his brain. It didn’t respond, but he was not surprised. ‘If they were smart’, he thought, closing it and flipping it onto its back, opening the latches that had been previously screwed in, ‘they would have destroyed all evidence. But it’s a bit late now.’

The mother board had been completely roasted.

He cursed, shoving the laptop away from him and onto the ground, making a loud clatter. Making his way into the next room, he searched through it, but again came up empty handed. The computer had been completely demolished.

The third room had held some handgun rounds in one of the desk drawers, although not a lot. It would suffice for the time being, until they made their way to the armory for more, so he would not complain. They were lucky enough that they hadn’t encountered too many as it was, and he hoped it stayed that way…but that also worried him.

God knew how long these creatures had been out and devouring other people, and once the supply had gone low, would they have turned and eaten one another? The 10% rule..if it was as he suspected, those eating the ones lower in the chain would undoubtedly survive longer and clearing out the weaker ones. He hadn’t seen it in action though, so it was one of the many theories he had in his head. It’s not like he’d be told, not that he expected to, anyways.

He clamped onto his temples with his forefinger and thumb, pressing into, trying to alleviate some of the pressure building up underneath. Parker didn’t have any of his side effects, but was it because of what he had had inside of him previously, or because of something else? The question echoed in his mind, going unanswered.

Parker scowled. “Graffiacane and Tisiphone?” He grabbed the file and left, turning the light off behind him and closing the door. The way they named those creatures bothered him. There were Scarmilgione, Malacoda, Farfarellos, and Draghignazzo, as far as he could remember. It was like Theta-Med had decided to follow the naming pattern Veltro had set for the creatures. Malebranche names, how fitting, except for Tisiphone…

Tisiphone? Parker shook his head and he headed to the next room, turning on the light. This one was also pretty badly wrecked, there being much more Ooze slime than usual, though most of it seemed dry. Tisiphone was one of the furies and all of the creatures were named in some sort of pattern. Malacoda was the largest, Farfarellos were like their namesake…

Parker shook his head again to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus on the mission. He looked around the room. The pillows were torn, there were blood smears along the walls, and the mattresses were torn up. There was still that tapping and clicking noise, like nails along the air vents, but no Ooze or any of the other BOWs would make that noise.

Lots of things went through his head at the moment as to theorize what was going on with him, but he knew there was no time to think about it at all. Too many variables that hurt his head, and the disorienting feeling was leaving little for him to focus on; he didn’t need to spread it out any further than it needed it to be, and instead focused it on one sole achievement.

Exiting the room, he clicked the door shut behind him and walked down the hall, bypassing the area that Parker was exploring, and slowly crept towards the turn in the hall going left, two doors; one on the wall facing him, and another to his left. It was about 20 meters ahead of him, the air dead silent, except for the creaking noises in the vents occasionally, but there were none that he could see around, and deemed it safe to proceed, although not letting his guard down.

The doors seemed fine, except for the one on the wall facing him. It had been chained up multiple times, various locks and different colored chains on the handle, wrapping around it.

Whatever the hell was in there, they obviously didn’t want it getting out. A negetive feeling radiated fiercely from the area, every instinct telling him to just get the hell out of there. Something wasn’t right, and he knew in his gut that something was going down. There was only one way to find out.

His pistol, he deemed, would be useless. Limited ammo capacity and damage wouldn’t be good for the unknown; if a Dodongo were to pop out, or something else, he wouldn’t want to be caught with a dinky knife and pistol. Sliding the strap over his head, he flicked the safety off of his MP5 and kept his finger near the trigger, but not on it. A tiny jingle made him stop straight in his path; he could have sworn it had been the sound of chains.

Is cheap. Why?

Hey-whoever hires me to nab something, they’ll get what they want, guaranteed. I myself wasn’t interested, but the man who hired me on the other hand..well..

You know, the one with the flippy hair? One that wears a vest and a tie? Can’t remember his name.

I’ll call him ginger for now though.

oscurolupo:

Do you have a number I can text? 

My god you’re so sweet and I love you so much <3 

SHE’S MINE

*hiss*

Oh god, Parker? No thanks. Ginger over there is tending to his needs.

He bought me sunflowers once. I was in the hospital.

Italians are known for being affectionate.

…what?

agent-hunk:

uss-squadleader-lupo:

I use their products. It’s how I keep my face nice and beautiful. 

Me too. *cough*

I hear their products make you derp eyed, too.