· CALL ME OUT (SPRING) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· spring 2020 ·

They say it's the darkest before the dawn.
We've been in thie town for far too long, we're moving on.


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[handguns]

( a sigh of relief escapes claire's lips as she closes the door behind her, leaning against it slightly as she listens to the shuffling of the undead on the other side. thankfully they were (mostly) slow and (mostly) dumb, so she was able to slip into the saferoom unnoticed.

unholstering her gun, she places it on the table before folding her arms so she can rest her head against them. a yawn comes from her as she relaxes slightly. claire knows she doesn't have much time, but taking a few minutes to catch her breath is more tempting than it should be. )

[rpd]

[ leon looks up at her the moment she closes the door. his eyes carefully watch as she curls up to rest. a faint and understanding smile tugs at the corner of his lips before disappearing entirely. it's been a hard last few days. what should of been his first day on the job had turned to utter shit, the city was a war zone, and part of him is still trying to get his head around the fact that zombies really existed.

it is really happening.

he has his own few wounds from altercations but no bites. leon rolls his shoulder and makes sure his own pistol is loaded while claire rests. he won't disturb her. he'll just keep a quiet watch and let her have her few moments. ]

[handguns]

You and my brother picked a really shitty place to work.

( she picks her head up from the table before rolling her neck and shoulders. )

They didn't even buy you pizza for your first day. Who does that?

( now that she's sitting up, claire gets a good look at leon. a frown tugging at the corners of her lips as she reaches into her pack for a canister of first aid. )

Hey, you doing alright?

[rpd]

It wasn't that shitty when I picked it. [ there is a gentle humor in his voice.

he cracks a smile and looks over at her. ] Probably people who don't have brains anymore.

[ is he okay? he feels he should just answer yes. though as son he sees the first aid he gets what she means. ]

We should probably patch up.

[handguns]

( she chuckles slightly before shaking her head. ) Well, they could have ordered pizza while they still had brains.

( digging around in her pack, she pulls out a few more supplies. )

You first, since you're looking a little rough.

[rpd]

That doesn't mean much of anything now. [ he does his best to grin at her. he's tired. ]

Just don't use it all on me, got it? Save some for yourself.

[handguns]

Hey, get your own first aid supplies if you want to be bossy about how I use them.

( grabbing her supplies, claire stands to take a seat next to him. doing her best to clean any debris that might have gathered around the wounds before applying the spray and wrapping them with some clean gauze. )

I might so break into one of those vending machines I spotted in the hallway.

[rpd]

Yeah... except someone took them.

[ and he doesn't mean claire.

leon's eyes snap to the door as she moves. he keeps an eye on the door, making sure that some brain eater won't come in when her back is turned to the door. then, he lets out a low grade hiss. ]

Thinking of grabbing a soda?

[handguns]

Soda or some water. Do you want something?

( she's also going to grab some food out of another one since she can't remember the last time she had something to eat and figured he is in the same boat she is.

claire keeps the door closed, only willing to open it when she's ready to leave and knows that something isn't going to barge at her.

thankfully she took care of most of the shuffling dead as she made her way to the safe room, but she knows how quickly they can stumble in when there's commotion. )

[rpd]

Water's probably going to be best. Though, I could go for something harder.

[ some kind of beer. at this rate? He didn't care. but, he needed his wits about him. Even if the pain and the exhaustion feels like it's going to overtake him first. ]

...Be safe, alright?

[handguns]

( claire knew just where to look for something stronger. this means she'll be gone longer than she wants, but with everything they've gone through they deserve to treat themselves. )

Can't make any promises, but I'll do my best.

( she says with a wink before finally slipping out the door, careful with her steps to not draw any attention. thankfully it seems that her preparation from earlier paid off and no other zombies had shuffled in.

making her way to the vending machine, claire pulls her lockpicks out, jimmying the lock open and grabbing a few snacks for the two of them before moving to the drink machine. another easy score, almost too easy. on her way back, she stops by her brother's desk. rummaging through the mess she manages to find a few random liquor bottles and a beer. score.

claire makes her way back to the safe room with no incidents, thankful for the few moments of peace they're hopefully going to get.

she knocks on the door, gently, before opening it. double-checking inside to make sure it's just leon and no surprises. )

[rpd]

[ leon watches her go quietly. then, he's pulling himself up the wall he had been leaning on. he holds his gun steady and waits. waits. it isn't that claire is taking too long. it's the anxiety, the worry, the full use of training on his exhausted body that he's pulling to listen to anything that might be a danger. not just the walking corpses, but those things that could stick to the walls or roof.

what the hell happened to raccoon city?

his head snaps up from the intense listening when the knock happens. a brief look of ease passes over his face. leon pushes himself from the wall, forcing himself to stand up straight. ]

Got it?

[handguns]

Yeah, I got it. ( carefully kicking the door shut behind her, claire lays out her treasure on the table: four bottles of water, 1 coke, 1 diet dr. pepper, a bag of doriots, a pack of beef jerky, and a twinkie pack.

reaching into her back pocket she produces the two random bottles of travel size liquor and the beer can. )

Sorry for the delay, make a detour to my brother's desk. Don't think he'll be missing these any time soon.

[rpd]

[ he nods and offers her a kind gentle smile. one that he really hasn't given too much since this whole mess started. leon shifts slightly to readjust everything.

he takes a few steps to join her at the table that she has set up.

CRASH.

the next thing he knows, the room is spinning and he's on the floor. ]

[handguns]

Leon!!

( claire immediately rushes next to him, carefully reorienting him so leon's head is resting on her lap. )

Leon, hey, what happened?

( she wonders if he's been bitten or hurt more than he is willing to tell her. gently she brushes his hair away from his forehead, feeling for a fever. )

[rpd]

[ it takes a second, two, maybe even three for the world to refocus. it goes in slow motion at first--then everything seems crystal clear again. his head is pounding and his body feels sluggish. he doesn't feverish or beyond the point he can't move.

in fact, the moment that he feels her fingers through his hair? leon forces his eyes open to take in his surroundings. then he notices he's in her lap, and he can feel a rush of blood to his face.

oh, shit.

he tries to moves off her lap and push himself up. ]

S-sorry. [ he's gotta force himself not the be flustered. ] Guess I hit the limit, huh?

[ exhaustion, blood loss from injuries, probably a minor concussion to boot... ]

[handguns]

( claire gently places her hand on leon's chest when he starts to move, not really keeping him on her lap but slowing him down from moving to fast. )

Hey, take it easy. You can stay and relax for a minute if you want. You just collapsed after all.

( honestly she doesn't mind his head on her lap, it's actually kind of nice, but she can understand if he doesn't like the closeness or the strange position it puts them in. )

[rpd]

[ the expression on his face says it all. relaxed. how can they relax at a moment like this? really? he knows what she's getting at, but, he feels too on edge. especially after that fbi agent - ada - dropped hints that something else might be around the corner. ]

I'm fine. Just light headed.

[ he's sure it's the adrenaline and other aforementioned issues. though he doesn't want to alarm her. ]

[handguns]

If you say so, ( she says as she removes her hand from his chest so he can sit up fully. )

At least get something to eat or drink, I'm sure it will help you feel better.

( it is hard for claire to ignore the fact that leon just collapsed, but she can't really make him do anything. )

[rpd]

Yeah. Good call. [ he gives her a gentle smile before nodding over to the food she found. whatever she'll spare, he'll take.

then he pauses. ]

Have you found anything about your brother?

[handguns]

Take whatever you like.

( once standing she motions towards the food before taking a seat. )

From what I've been able to gather he's somewhere in Europe. I guess that's where I'm heading next once we get out of this mess.

[rpd]

[ he slowly pushes himself up to look at the spread. he stumbles just a bit, arm instantly going out to catch himself. ]

Europe? [ leon looks back at her. ] How the hell... I just saw his desk upstairs.

[handguns]

( claire reaches out to catch him, her brows knitting together again, but she doesn't say anything. the look on her face is enough. )

I doubt he can take his desk with him, ( is joke ) but it sounds like Umbrella is making noise and he's gone there to investigate.

A phone call would have been nice.

[rpd]

[ that look is enough to make him feel guilty as hell. it... means a lot that she cares though. the world is going to hell, the dead are walking around, there is a mutant hunting them, and she still is looking out for someone else.

then - a laugh. ] You never know. I didn't expect to see the walking dead this morning.

Were you guys planning on meeting up before all this?

[handguns]

( it would be a bit heartless on claire's end if she didn't care. especially with how many times he has saved her ass and they seem to get along well. maybe that's just the zombie apocalypse talking and helping them get along.

she reaches out for a candy bar, unwrapping it before taking a bite. )

Normally he gives me a call saying he's going to be gone a while, so this is really unlike him. Our parents died when I was really young, so Chris pretty much raised me on his own... Well, with the help of military wives on the base, but he still did a majority of it on his own and he would often be gone for a while... So, I would know not to expect him home.