An odd sight indeed. Jill Valentine, Master of Unlocking, is being totally owned by little specks of yellow dust. Hooray, allergies.
"I, uh, feel like shit, to be honest." She pops two small pills out of the plastic packs they're in, and swallows them dry. There's a long moment of silence as Jill tries her best to fight off a sneeze, even wrinkling her nose up a bit.
". . . Whew! Okay, hopefully I'll be good to go for the next six hours."
She then starts to pile everything back into her purse.
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Date: 2006-07-29 06:28 am (UTC)"I, uh, feel like shit, to be honest." She pops two small pills out of the plastic packs they're in, and swallows them dry. There's a long moment of silence as Jill tries her best to fight off a sneeze, even wrinkling her nose up a bit.
". . . Whew! Okay, hopefully I'll be good to go for the next six hours."
She then starts to pile everything back into her purse.