A/N: I got bored and this is what I came up with XD It's kind of like the thieves guild from the elder scrolls crossed over with Resident Evil characters. I don't know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Come on, Carlos. You'll be fine." A tall, short haired man tried to reassure his friend before he closed the boot of his car and slung a bag over his well muscled shoulder.
Begrudgingly his friend stepped out of the vehicle with an unclipped helmet sitting casually on top his head and dragged out an old, beaten up skateboard. Carlos glared at his best friend as he slammed the door shut behind him, regretting the decision of coming here in the first place.
"Why do I have to do this, Nicholai?" He complained to his foreign friend.
The skatepark already had a handful of teenagers showing off their new tricks to each other, making Carlos even more uncomfortable about the situation.
Nicholai nudged him forward to at least get him out of the car park. "Hey, you're the one that wants to impress the ladies. I'm just trying to help you with that." That and he absolutely loved watching others publicly humiliate themselves.
Groaning at the memory of his words Carlos ever so slowly continued his way forward to the group of kids forming around the pool, who watched in awe as a skater performed an unscheduled show for them.
Carlos heard Nicholai chuckle beside him as they walked with their decks in hand.
"What's so funny?" He asked solemnly, "Thinking of all the embarrassing things that are going to happen to me, huh?"
His older friend just shook his head at his words and kept a smirk on his face. "Yeah," he admitted, "That and I think I know who these kids are gawking at right now."
Carlos craned his neck to get a view through the swarm of kids with their mix of skateboards and scooters, but could only get a glimpse of the rider's shoes or at times their helmet.
Turning to his friend he asked in genuine interest, "Who is it then, an old mate of yours?"
As he waited for a reply he started to clip up his helmet with his board awkwardly tucked under his arm, preparing for the torture waiting ahead.
Nicholai hummed as he tried to come up with an answer, "Sort of."
Together they climbed up the short wall of large rocks to stand on the solid park grounds. Making their way through the small crowd they got a much better view of the skater as they stood on the pool's ledge. A dirty blonde haired girl wearing ripped jeans, typical skater shoes and a well fitting black tank top was effortlessly owning the skate park with her perfected spins and tricks.
After staring at her for a few minutes Carlos couldn't contain himself, "Whoa, she's pretty good. Not a bad looker either." He shamelessly continued gawking at the oblivious blonde.
Nicholai just shrugged, "Sure." Carlos couldn't tell if he was jealous of her skills or if he was used to this girl stealing the crowds. "Let's get going already. You're not going to learn anything if you stare at people all day."
With one final glance at the skater, who landed gracefully from a flawless double kickflip, Carlos turned away to catch up with his new mentor.
"Maybe we could get her to teach me a few moves, aye?" Carlos was grinning like an idiot as they made their way to the other end of the park, which was completely empty of all visitors except for a father teaching his young daughter how to rollerblade.
"You're wasting your time, Carlos." Nicholai dropped his board on its wheels and stepped on, floating around on the large slabs of concrete and circling Carlos.
"Why's that?" He asked carefully as he tried to copy Nicholai, but only ended up wobbling as he tried balancing with one foot on the skateboard. "Is she taken?"
"Put your foot back more. And no, not exactly..." He hoped off and flipped up his board so he could watch his footing more closely, "She just doesn't swing that way, if you catch my drift."
Carlos raised an eyebrow and looked behind them at the skater, who was now sitting on the edge of the pool with a half empty Dare watching the others taking their turn in the pool.
"Serious? Damn, it's always the ones that seem awesome." Disappointed at the news he again tried pushing himself along, this time moving a lot further. He thought about the blonde girl, thinking how much fun it would be to actually hang out with her, even though she would never date him. "So... Do you actually know her? Maybe she could teach me a few tricks?"
Looking offended Nicholai took his foot of his board and crossed his arms, "What, you think I can't skate for shit or something?"
"No," he answered slowly, carefully choosing his next words, "I just want to hang out with her that's all, maybe even get her number." Carlos continued to fantasize about that happening, but by doing so he forgot he was still on his skateboard. The momentary loss of concentration caused him to lean too far forward, making the board slip out from under him and letting him do a perfect faceplant.
His friend just folded over and laughed hard at his failure, "Not with those moves you're not. Like I said," he started as he helped him up off the ground with only his pride broken in pieces, "she's not into guys, you idiot."
With a quick dust of his now crumpled jeans Carlos stood tall with his head held high, looking intently at the lounging blonde further away. "I know, but if you're not going to help me get her over here then I'll try talking to her myself. She'll know more about women anyway, Romeo."Snatching his board from his hands he intended to do just that. But not before desperately calling back, "Can you come with me?" He tried putting on a pair of puppy dog eyes; he thought since it always worked with his mother and teachers it could work on his friend.
"No." That one worded reply was the only response he got as Nicholai headed off on his board, towards the half pipe behind him to brush up on his new tricks. He was still offended that his best mate would rather get tips from a girl he ever met than his best friend of 16 years.
Swallowing down his fear Carlos walked onwards with shaking and sweaty palms, he had no idea on how to approach her, or how to even ask for her name. Eventually, once he was within hearing distance, he stopped behind her. Clearing his throat to get ready to speak without his voice acting up he tried getting her attention.
"Uh...Hello?"
At the sound of a voice the girl slowly turned her head slightly to face the person speaking. She smiled warmly, lifted her head and moved a hand to her face to block the sun from her eyes.
"Hey." That one word alone caused Carlos to become more nervous, he loved the sound of her voice, but he reminded himself that he didn't have a chance with her.
The girl continued watching Carlos as he stood there awkwardly; thinking up what he could say next, "I'm Carlos."
She gave a small giggle and extended her hand for him to shake, "Alice."
Giving in on the small talk Carlos decided to go for it. "Look, I was just wondering- if you weren't busy or anything- if you could teach me how to skate. But I know you probably won't-"
"Yeah, I'll give you a few pointers."
Carlos almost did a double take at her reply, "Really? That would be awesome," he tried to stop himself from grinning, "Thanks. Alice."
Looking around the park and back at him she asked with a serious expression, "Do you want to start now?"
Carlos shrugged, trying to look indifferent, "If you've got nothing better to do."
At that response Alice grabbed her hooded jacket beside her and slung it on her shoulder. Once she stepped up off the ledge she bent down to grab her Dare. "Okay, show me what you can do."
Feeling like he was on display Carlos hesitantly dropped his board on the ground and stepped on. Concentrating hard he tried his best to keep his balance as he pushed himself along on the old cracked board. With a quick glance over his shoulder he could see her surveying his every movement, judging him on his 'skills'.
Once he hoped off she spoke again, "It's not bad for a beginner, you're not totally hopeless, but you still could need some work. Well, a lot of work."
Carlos took off his dark helmet and ran a hand through his flattened hair, to bring it back to its former glory. "Well, in that case I don't think I could learn a lot in the half hour I got."
"Then I guess I'll have to give you my number then," she winked at the dumbfounded Carlos Olivera. "You got your phone on you?"
At the speed of light he stuck his hand straight into his back pocket and whipped out his phone, handing it straight to her. He mentally scolded himself at the obvious eagerness that he displayed. A few anxious moments later he got back his LG rumor reflex with a new number added in his phonebook. As he lifted his gaze from the screen he noticed that Alice was already starting to pack up. She gulped the last of her drink and shoved her jacket into her backpack before slinging it on one shoulder.
"I need to get going. My Uncle would have a fit if I stay out here all day again. Besides, it seems Nicki Boy is getting pissed since you left him for me... I'll give you a call and we'll set up a proper lesson. That sound alright?"
"Y-yeah." He stuttered as he tried to make sense of the situation.
With a small wave she turned and started leaving the grounds, "Later, Carlos."
(Time skip)
"You're late." An old, grey haired man sat alone at the kitchen table, prescription glasses rested on his face as he attempted to fix the lounge room's clock with the small amount of tools in the house.
Alice closed the front screen door behind her and headed down the hall towards her Uncle.
"Sorry," She took off her backpack and placed it on the floor near the table, as well as her favourite skateboard, "Got caught up with school work, you know?"
She opened the fridge tucked into the corner of the room, took out a can of coke and an already wrapped sandwich, "With a skateboard?" he growled, "I know you would never spend that much time doing homework, Alice. Just next time stop wasting your bloody time out there or I'll have to permanently get rid of that board, you hear me?"
Nodding her head but not really paying attention she grabbed her stuff and moved away to her bedroom upstairs, "Sure, Old Man."
Alice had been living with her Uncle since she was 11 years old, almost 5 whole years now. The man had a good heart but at times she couldn't stand him, especially if he got into one of his often angry moods. Those combined with heavy drinking is obviously not a good mix, so Alice always kept herself locked in her room or out on the streets during those episodes, actually she couldn't remember the last time they even went out as a normal family or even talked without using negative words.
She was living with him because her father was murdered by his wife, her very own mother. Alice never knew the details or the reason why she would do such a thing, only that she is locked up in prison far away, rotting, and she has never laid eyes on her since then. She didn't want to anyway. Now she is in custody of her mother's brother, since her father had no family left to look after her.
During the years spent with this man she had slowly fallen into the wrong crowd. Getting sick of school she would roam the streets by herself, either searching the shops for new gear or hanging around with the other wagging students learning to skate. Eventually, when she was 13 years old, she was approached by a desperate gang member at her favourite rundown skatepark. The boy was having difficulty stealing from the local gas station; he told her that he was a starving homeless boy that was desperate for a feed. Out of sympathy she wanted to help him but had no money at the time and offered to sneak out a few bags of food. Thinking that she would never see him again he left with a large smile on his face and waved goodbye. But of course she began seeing him again and again, almost every day. They talked, skated and got to know each other and soon enough the boy revealed himself as a long serving member of the hidden 'thieves guild'. He planned that day as a sort of initiation for the girl and she passes with flying colours, and said that she was more than welcome to join him with the others to live the life of a thief. Alice thought it over but she didn't need much convincing, she loved that day when she stole from the gas station it was exhilarating and overall fun, and from then on she used her services for the gang. Using her sneaking and pick pocketing skills to steal goods, and has never turned back since.
Alice laid back on her bed for what seemed like hours, staring up at the ceiling as her fan spun around in slow circles, thinking back on what's happened so far in her life. She was ready to get up and head downstairs to the only toilet when a knock came from her window. Getting up slowly from her bed, knowing too well who it would be at the other end of the glass, she slid open the paint chipped window.
"What?" She called out into the pitch black night. Annoyed that he had showed up at her house again for the third night in a row.
The boy popped his head into view, "Move out the way, will you? I can't hold on much longer."
Groaning she stepped back and let the familiar teenager through her bedroom window. Once he landed inside he leant casually back on the wall beside his entrance.
He looked around the room as if it were the first time he had set foot inside, "Hasn't changed much has it?"
Alice crossed her arms and glared at the boy, "What are you doing here? You got a new contract or something, Leon?"
Leon grinned and shook his head in disbelief as he slipped a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, "Why, yes I have."
Before taking the paper from his hands Alice asked one question, "Who's the poor bastard?"
The fellow gang member gave a small chuckle, "Actually this time it is a girl." Alice raised her eyebrows in mock surprise as she read over the notes, "She's a wealthy one at that. Only about 16 or 17-your age- has red hair that you can't miss, never goes out alone. Boss wants what she's carrying on her, and a few valuables lying around in her house. Details are in the paper as usual."
"A break in?" This was the first time she was asked to steal from a person's home. Scratching the back of head nervously she thought it over. "How secure is the place?"
"Very." Leon wasn't looking too happy about the question. "Look, I shouldn't be really giving any pointers on how to deal with this situation but I will say this: it would be easier to befriend this girl and get free access to the home than to find your way in undetected. Obvious statement but it was needed to be said."
Alice sat back down on her messy bed and stared at the sheet in front of her. "Why is Wesker making me do this?"
Leon shrugged at the question, "This happens with everyone. This is your first and only real test if you want to play with the big boys, okay? We get better pay and better jobs, so if you do this right you will be set for life."
The blonde girl didn't know how to respond to that, only swapping her gaze from the notes to her friend and back again.
"Her name's Claire Redfield, it will be hard to catch her by herself. But I know that the Carlos bloke-" Alice snapped her head towards him at the mention of the boy from before, "Yeah, I know you were hanging around with him today. Anyway, he knows this Claire gal...Keep that in mind."
With that said he turned away and stepped out the window, his job was done and now he was to return home and report to Wesker.
Attached to her notes were the important details about her contract: her school, where she lived, her family members and clipped at the back there was even a photo of her. Alice looked over the beautiful photo of her target, she didn't know if she could steal from someone looking so innocent... But this was her job; she got herself mixed up with these people she can't pull out now.
Get a grip, it's not like I'm killing her for Christ sake. All I need is a few pieces of jewellery, that's all then I'm done.
Those were the words that she forced into her mind as she sat on her bed. The cool air radiating from the ceiling fan gently blew her hair as she regretted what she was soon to be dealing with. She flopped backwards on her bed, twisted to get on her stomach and reached for her bag. Opening it up and taking out her hooded jacket she put it on and slipped out her phone. Biting her lip she thought over about what she was going to do, but shook her head and went for it anyway.
'Carlos, come meet me at the downtown industrial area, building D. Now.'
R&R please.