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Case of Jill Valentine
Jill huffed at yet another locked door. It was the same no matter where she went in this blasted mansion. The door had a ninety-eight percent chance of being locked. Most times she could unlock it, but with Barry, Chris and Wesker running around it shouldn't be the case this much!
"I swear, whoever keeps locking the doors on me is gonna get it!" Jill grumbles as she picked locked the door open in seconds with the set Barry had given her before they had split up.
In a bid of immaturity and petty revenge she locked the door behind her.
Case of Barry Burton
Barry grunted in frustration at yet another locked door that he did not have the key to. Now he would have to go searching for the blasted thing in the many rooms of the mansion, a good tenth of them being unlocked out of all of the rooms... He kind of regretted giving that pick lock to Jill now, even if he didn't know how it do the deed himself. It wouldn't have hurt to try for once...
"Fuck it." the NRA member growls kicking down the door, the lock having looked fairly simple in design and breaking easily under his kick. He advanced in a huff, ready to blow out some zombie brain for a stress reliever but not before he blocked off this side of the door way in a petty 'take that' to whoever was locking all of the doors.
"If I find who keeps locking the doors I'm gonna strangle them!"
Case of Rebecca Chambers
Richard's heavy breathing filled the air as she bit her lip in worry. Someone had locked the door leading away, and she had locked the door to the room that giant snake had been in. It may not stop the snake if it decided to barrel through but it made her feel better. Now she was stuck there without being able to open either locked door and go to get the serum on the other side of the building.
"Ooooh, why do I get the feeling someone's playing us all again...?" Rebecca moans into the silence worry gnawing at her heart.
Case of Chris Redfield
Chris was ready to all but scream and rip out giant bald spots in his hair. These damned locked doors were grinding on his nerves more than the actual undead were! There was just something unnatural about that fact... He glared at the wooden door with a helmet carving upon it acidly.
He punched the door with a loud 'BANG' denting the door slightly and causing his knuckles to smart and turn red. "I swear I'm gonna kill whoever's fucking with me with these doors!" the Redfield snarled angrily.
Case of Wesker
Wesker snickered to himself in amusement as he went through and locked all previously unlocked doors again from the 'lab rats' running about that was his S.T.A.R.S. team with the spare set of keys he owned to the mansion. It was to be expected as he was this training grounds' owner alongside William Birkin.
And besides, who had said he couldn't have a little mundane fun of his own while S.T.A.R.S. was being tested?
Tidbits Corner: This was inspired by a combination of reading The Dark ID's Let's Play of the RE GameCube remake and of what happened at my last poolee function with the freakin' "Let's-tie-string-around-your-team-and-make-you-go-fetch-a-poker-chip-of-your-team's-color-from-each-frisbee-golf-hole!-But-the-holes-aren't-in-order!-Oh-and-you're-being-timed!-Each-time-your-string-breaks-it-adds-a-minute-to-your-time!-...-GO!" event... My team won even though I still swear to God that the recruiters had us fucking with each other by first fucking with us and hiding the bags with the poker chips... ONE OF THEM HAD THEM SCATTERED OVER THE DAMN GROUND!