05-16-2011, 05:18 AM
Jill smiled as Kaden left the room. The remaining two let silence fill the air before moving once again. Jill threw the towel back at the soldier, tapping his knee as she passed. "Knee feeling better?"
"Much better," Leon chuckled, bundling the towel up on the edge of the couch. He looked down at his knee for a few moments before shaking his head in wonder. "We're lucky to have someone like him, you know."
The blonde shrugged, smiling a bit. "I'd agree." She headed toward the kitchen to start the kettle. Hot chocolate sounded like heaven at the moment. By the time the thing whistled both Leon and Jill were talking about the "baby" that the woman was working on throughout the time Leon was in the shower (they finally decided that he'd taken almost a half hour). The adapted and fixed hunting rifle was something akin to a sniper hybrid with uber reloading capacity - it was a machine-gun make on a sniper with a hugely long clip. As they spoke, Leon questioned her . . . and found that the mods that Jill was making was anything but legal. Somehow no one with the authorities had found out, and when the did no one seemed to care. She had a gift, just as Leon and Kaden did: weapon modifications.
"Let me see yours," Jill said, nudging the soldier's arm. Somehow he'd ended up beside her, and quite a ways into her personal bubble space. Leon drew his pistol (actually, it was Dante's) from the small bundle of things by the couch. Offering it to her, he chuckled as Jill whistled in admiration. "You said you picked this up while we were there?" Inspecting the weapon, she seemed starstruck. "This little guy is a . . . real beauty." Leon could have sworn she was close to drooling all over the handgun. "Mind if I study it for a while?"
"Be my guest." The man waved a hand toward the weapon she was holding before sitting back down. It felt so good to be able to rest again. He'd been on the run for a long while. His only fear now was another event like the apartment: mindless undead roaming about. It seemed to happen every time he settled down; it was his fault to begin with.
Jill tinkered and tested the weapon for many minutes, hardly noticing when Kaden came out of the bathroom. Leon had gotten into the refridgerator and pushed the box of cold pizza in the man's direction when he entered. "Feeling alright?" he asked, gray eyes passing over the other male. It was strange, but he looked a bit different. Maybe it was the fact that they were clean, but Kaden appeared . . . bigger somehow.
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