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Home Again ((Meant to post this days ago, but I am Lazy))
Leon finally stumbled into his apartment, looking as if he had just gone several rounds with a wild animal, something which wasn't too far from the truth. His clothes were badly torn, he walked with a limp, and any parts of his skin that was exposed were covered in bruises, scratches, or bandages.
He trudged his way over to the desk in his bedroom, pulling out a very familiar notebook once he got comfortable. Normally, this was reserved for just jotting down thoughts after returning from a mission, but he had some things in his head that he needed to get down. He opened the book, and grabbed himself a pen.
( ((Private Journal Entry)) )
Leon closed the book and tossed it back into his desk, letting out a sigh as he did. He picked himself up, only to go the few feet from the desk to his bed and collapse on it, rolling over so he could face the ceiling.
So many thoughts were swirling in his head he had no idea where to even begin, really. He was still worried about Sherry, and worried about Ada, but constantly found himself thinking bout Claire. This new wrinkle in the relationship was sudden, but now that it was there... he had to smile a little about the possibilities.
He trudged his way over to the desk in his bedroom, pulling out a very familiar notebook once he got comfortable. Normally, this was reserved for just jotting down thoughts after returning from a mission, but he had some things in his head that he needed to get down. He opened the book, and grabbed himself a pen.
( ((Private Journal Entry)) )
Leon closed the book and tossed it back into his desk, letting out a sigh as he did. He picked himself up, only to go the few feet from the desk to his bed and collapse on it, rolling over so he could face the ceiling.
So many thoughts were swirling in his head he had no idea where to even begin, really. He was still worried about Sherry, and worried about Ada, but constantly found himself thinking bout Claire. This new wrinkle in the relationship was sudden, but now that it was there... he had to smile a little about the possibilities.
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.
( ((Locked against everyone)) )
((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.
( ((Locked against everyone)) )
((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.