Leon S. Kennedy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
governmentninja) wrote2005-10-10 08:58 am
governmentninja) wrote2005-10-10 08:58 am
No rest for the weary
Leon entered his apartment, not making much noise. He had a few cuts and burises on him and if you looked closely, he had a bit of a limp as he walked, but no serious injuries to him. He dropped the duffle bag he was carrying by the door as he shut it, then plopped down on the couch, letting himself relax for the first time in a few days.
His apartment wasn't much, just a good sized one bedroom just outside Alexandria, VA, roughly equal distance from both DC and Quantico. The lease was under an assumed identity, so he never needed to worry about unwelcome visitors. He kept it neat, if sparsely decorated. Mostly, it was just a safe place to relax between missions.
He had been on assignment in Eastern Europe, a last minute addition to the group already there, and as it turned out, they needed him. By the end of his stay there, he had been in several major shootouts, two car chases, and plenty of shit got blown up, though that was just par for the course for him. But, working with the other agents, he helped to stop a plot to bomb The First Lady, among others, who was there to help oversee humanitarian efforts in the politically unstable Baltic region.
Now, back home, as it were, all he wanted to do was relax and unwind for a little bit. It was always the first days after a mission that were the roughest on him. Being out in the field he could handle with ease, since he never had time to think about 'what if', all he had time to do was focus on the task at hand. Once his goals were accomplished, and he could go home, he no time to do anything but think, and his thoughts tended to get out of control. If he wasn't wondering 'what if', he was wondering 'why', neither one were good things to think about. It was one of the main reasons he trained so hard and went on more assignments than any other agent, just to distract himself from his own thoughts.
Wondering what drove people to do the things they do was never a good train of thought for him, so he pulled himself off the couch and went into his room. Rummaging through his desk, he pulled out a notebook, and opened it to the first empty page.
This had become an odd ritual for him, from several years ago. After each assignment, he'd write something down in this journal. It wasn't much, but it helped clear his head. Finding a pen, he began his entry.
October 9th, 2005
You know, when I decided to be a cop, I never expected my life to turn out like this. At best, I had hoped to have a good career, and work my way onto one of the STARS teams; it's why I moved to Racoon City to begin with. Now? I sometimes still can't believe I've made it where I am.
Shame my family doesn't even know about it. They know I'm a 'Federal Agent', and that's about it. We don't talk much, and it's not like I could go into details with them, even if I wanted to.
Speaking of which, I have to call mom soon. It's been a while since I reminded her that I wasn't dead. That's really all our conversations have become in the last few years. That's sort of our routine. We make idle conversation while we make a point to not discuss what I do for a living. Don't get me wrong, it's not that she doesn't care... quite the opposite. It's just that it hurts her so much.
Dad was a cop.
Yeah... "was"... He died in a drug bust gone horribly wrong. They killed the bastard responsible.
I'll never forget the night they told us. I swear, I didn't think anyone could cry so much.
She loved him. We all did. He was a good man, always kind, caring, supportive, but God help you if you ever pissed him off. That's one of the things I learned well from him. He used to tell me "A real man is someone who is a good son to his parents, a good brother to his siblings, a good friend to the people he cares for, a good husband to the woman he loves, and a good father to his children. He's always kind, patent, and respectful, but isn't a pushover, and knows when and how to stand his ground. He's a damn good fighter, but he'll only fight for what he believes in, and he'll always fight his hardest to protect what he loves."
I like to think I've learned those lessons well. Mom always said i was just like him... which is why it probably broke her heart when I told her I was going to become a cop. She was good about it, though, and never gave me any greif for it. We also never talked about it.
Our talks are short, mostly just the basic 'How's things?', 'you goto mass, yet?'. Maybe I should tell her about the nexus. "No, ma, I don't go to mass. I talk to God himself. He likes waffles!" I can almost see the expression she would have on the other end of the phone. Then, of course, she wants me to come and meet this 'nice girl' that she knows.
I can't say I blame her for being worried. I haven't been in a relatiopnship since... since a few months before the Racoon City incident. Sure, I've been out on dates since, but...
Ok, yeah, I'm still hung up on Ada.
Am I in love with her?no I don't know. We went through alot in Racoon City... she told me she loved me before she all but died in my arms. Since then, she's become a part of my life I just can't let go of, eventhough I know I should drop her. I just can't.
Claire, on the other hand... after running to her, or a version of her in the nexus, I was reminded just how much I needed her then, and how much I still need her. I'm not in love with herI don't think, but she's my tag team partner, the one person I know I can trust in any situation.
Damn... didn't realize I had so much to say. Let me make that phone call now.
((unlocked again))
Putting his notebook away, Leon first headed for his laptop, deciding to peek into the nexus from there. The first thing he saw instantly made something 'click' within him, and he was back into warrior mode in an instant. His cuts, bruises, aches and pains.... none of that mattered right now.
Claire found where Umbrella was holding Sherry. They were going to go and get her.
He just typed in a few short replies to her, then got up. He had to gather a few things, mostly his guns, then he was on his way to Claire's.
His apartment wasn't much, just a good sized one bedroom just outside Alexandria, VA, roughly equal distance from both DC and Quantico. The lease was under an assumed identity, so he never needed to worry about unwelcome visitors. He kept it neat, if sparsely decorated. Mostly, it was just a safe place to relax between missions.
He had been on assignment in Eastern Europe, a last minute addition to the group already there, and as it turned out, they needed him. By the end of his stay there, he had been in several major shootouts, two car chases, and plenty of shit got blown up, though that was just par for the course for him. But, working with the other agents, he helped to stop a plot to bomb The First Lady, among others, who was there to help oversee humanitarian efforts in the politically unstable Baltic region.
Now, back home, as it were, all he wanted to do was relax and unwind for a little bit. It was always the first days after a mission that were the roughest on him. Being out in the field he could handle with ease, since he never had time to think about 'what if', all he had time to do was focus on the task at hand. Once his goals were accomplished, and he could go home, he no time to do anything but think, and his thoughts tended to get out of control. If he wasn't wondering 'what if', he was wondering 'why', neither one were good things to think about. It was one of the main reasons he trained so hard and went on more assignments than any other agent, just to distract himself from his own thoughts.
Wondering what drove people to do the things they do was never a good train of thought for him, so he pulled himself off the couch and went into his room. Rummaging through his desk, he pulled out a notebook, and opened it to the first empty page.
This had become an odd ritual for him, from several years ago. After each assignment, he'd write something down in this journal. It wasn't much, but it helped clear his head. Finding a pen, he began his entry.
October 9th, 2005
You know, when I decided to be a cop, I never expected my life to turn out like this. At best, I had hoped to have a good career, and work my way onto one of the STARS teams; it's why I moved to Racoon City to begin with. Now? I sometimes still can't believe I've made it where I am.
Shame my family doesn't even know about it. They know I'm a 'Federal Agent', and that's about it. We don't talk much, and it's not like I could go into details with them, even if I wanted to.
Speaking of which, I have to call mom soon. It's been a while since I reminded her that I wasn't dead. That's really all our conversations have become in the last few years. That's sort of our routine. We make idle conversation while we make a point to not discuss what I do for a living. Don't get me wrong, it's not that she doesn't care... quite the opposite. It's just that it hurts her so much.
Dad was a cop.
Yeah... "was"... He died in a drug bust gone horribly wrong. They killed the bastard responsible.
I'll never forget the night they told us. I swear, I didn't think anyone could cry so much.
She loved him. We all did. He was a good man, always kind, caring, supportive, but God help you if you ever pissed him off. That's one of the things I learned well from him. He used to tell me "A real man is someone who is a good son to his parents, a good brother to his siblings, a good friend to the people he cares for, a good husband to the woman he loves, and a good father to his children. He's always kind, patent, and respectful, but isn't a pushover, and knows when and how to stand his ground. He's a damn good fighter, but he'll only fight for what he believes in, and he'll always fight his hardest to protect what he loves."
I like to think I've learned those lessons well. Mom always said i was just like him... which is why it probably broke her heart when I told her I was going to become a cop. She was good about it, though, and never gave me any greif for it. We also never talked about it.
Our talks are short, mostly just the basic 'How's things?', 'you goto mass, yet?'. Maybe I should tell her about the nexus. "No, ma, I don't go to mass. I talk to God himself. He likes waffles!" I can almost see the expression she would have on the other end of the phone. Then, of course, she wants me to come and meet this 'nice girl' that she knows.
I can't say I blame her for being worried. I haven't been in a relatiopnship since... since a few months before the Racoon City incident. Sure, I've been out on dates since, but...
Ok, yeah, I'm still hung up on Ada.
Am I in love with her?
Claire, on the other hand... after running to her, or a version of her in the nexus, I was reminded just how much I needed her then, and how much I still need her. I'm not in love with her
Damn... didn't realize I had so much to say. Let me make that phone call now.
((unlocked again))
Putting his notebook away, Leon first headed for his laptop, deciding to peek into the nexus from there. The first thing he saw instantly made something 'click' within him, and he was back into warrior mode in an instant. His cuts, bruises, aches and pains.... none of that mattered right now.
Claire found where Umbrella was holding Sherry. They were going to go and get her.
He just typed in a few short replies to her, then got up. He had to gather a few things, mostly his guns, then he was on his way to Claire's.
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Better now?))
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OOC
I like this one:
IC message to Leon
I think you mentioned using cold against them once.
Re: IC message to Leon
Cold will slow them down, also causes thier shells to soften, weakening them, but won't kill them. The more extreme the cold, the better. I lucked out with there being several cans of liquid nitrogen lying around.
The midget giving you problems?
Re: IC message to Leon
I've got a few freon grenades I mixed up. I'm just trying to plan ahead, is all.
PS: ...hey, Ada's alive. Who knew?
Re: IC message to Leon
That's not a bad idea...
...
I know...
she's still working for Wesker...
Re: IC message to Leon
She was working for Wesker the first time?!
Re: IC message to Leon
I know she's working for Wesker now, though.
Re: IC message to Leon
I've decided I kinda don't like the bitch, Leon.
Re: IC message to Leon