Disclaimer: All the names of the researchers I took from the S.D Perry
books based on the game.
Authors Notes: This is set before my story 'The Conspiracy' when the mansion lab was first commissioned. The main character (John) is meant to be the guy that ends up being Ada's B.F. With that out the way, lets begin.
PS: I haven't very far in R.E. Zero, so I think I've messed William birkin's personality up a little bit, but I'll be sure to tone him down in the next chapter.
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John collapsed on his new bed with a gasping moan in grimy exhaustion. God, he needed a shower and this bed was as lumpy as hell, the springs were poking through and sticking in his back even as he tried to rest up. He was defiantly going to have a shower, a pleasant scorching, cleansing shower. John closed his eyes and envisioned the beads of hot water rapidly striking his face and closed eyelids, warm water sensuously running down his cheeks. He opened his mouth and swore he could almost taste the warm water.
John worked at and ran one of the big time Umbrella pharmacies in the suburbs of Raccoon City with great satisfaction and he had a right to! It was the best damn pharmacy in town! John had studied like mad and to be honest wasn't too pleased with the where he got. His friends (or employees) told him not to be to greedy, to be pleased with his lot in life but he never was, so you can guess how elated he was when a job offer came through from Umbrella H.Q to work at a newly commissioned laboratory. At last he had been recognised for his talents! Though the trip wasn't far, having to find the damn facility in the middle of Raccoon forest was what drained him. Apparently the labs were under a supposedly 'abandoned mansion' in the middle of the forest but when John walked in the door for the first time, it looked anything but abandoned. The place was a grand building indeed; it took his breath away to think that the company had spent so much on making this mansion when it was just basically a disguise for the labs. It was furnished with exquisitely haunting gothic design, each of Johns meek footsteps echoed in the vast majesty.
He room, however, wasn't so enchanting. It was squalid and plane and the room was tinted in the most disgusting shade, as though the walls has been painted in a hue John had dubbed 'heavy smokers cream'; his Dad smoked a lot when he was a kid and the once white walls had become that exact same shade. It was like a badly furnished prison cell, it didn't even have a single window and the toilet was in a shocking condition; all these revolting streaks of discoloured brown. What the hell happened to this room before he got it???
The shower was in slightly better condition, the only bad point being that it looked like something out of the 1930's and the curtains were green and white stripes. but at least he didn't find a huge turd in there like he first feared after seeing the toilet.
John was very glad he brought his own towels when he looked in the closet; the few items that were in there were old clothes that looked like they'd be at home in the 60's. You'd have to be colour blind to even consider wearing them, though that wasn't the most worrying thing about that closet.. When he opened it he got the faint aroma of urine.
Making sure the bed was clean and insect free before he put his clothes on it, John took the time to lock the door before jumping in the shower. It hissed and gargled for some seconds before splurging out rusty water and then finally coming to a steady stream of hot water. At last, something was working.
The water was like an elixir on his grimy skin. The warm rain brushed the oily film from his skin and face, making him feel alive again, the drops running therapeutically though his slick blonde hair like a tingling massage and Johns eves fluttered shut at the relaxing sensation.-
- Bang Bang Bang -
Someone was at the door and tore John from his daze, leaving him feeling quite irritated.
"Sod off!" He called over the roar of the shower. His room was filling rapidly with steam because the bathroom didn't have a door. The nuisance at the door tried the knob to find it was locked and John smiled mischievously, smugly aware of his own privacy and continued with his therapeutic shower-
- But his heart stopped when he heard a jingling sound at the door, the sound of keys in the lock-
"I'm not decent you moron!!!" He shouted throwing the shower curtain around his waste. The door opened just as John covered his shame and in lumbered a man with a white lab coat on, frighteningly tall and with his expression plain and revealed no secrets. that was until his searching blue gaze found John naked in the shower with a seething and somewhat shocked look on his guise. All he did though was raise an eyebrow but it lowered again, back to the mans original state of mind.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" He said, purposefully stating the obvious. John just stood, his mouth dropped open and face wrinkled in disgust.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Demanded John in revulsion "What kind of moron goes walking in on guys in the shower?!?" The unnaturally calm man just looked blankly at him.
"I'm your boss, Mr Howe." And he smiled. John felt sick his with disbelief. Still smiling in delight for shocking his future fellow researcher, John's new boss smirked and leant forward to formally shake him by the hand. Still dumbstruck and slightly unable to comprehend his situation, John complied and fumbled with the curtain, trying to shake his bosses hand and maintain his modesty at the same time. He only managed one of these, and that was to shake his bosses hand.
The other man didn't bother to avert his eyes and just watched as John's wrestling with the curtain became more desperate until finally the event that the man had been waiting for occurred; he slipped and fell with a heavy thud, pulling the shower curtain and most of the shower down with him.
John's superior walked slowly over to the struggling mass of curtain, water and shower pipes and casually said. "I seem to have caught you at a bad time, Mr. Howe. I'll be back after nine." He turned and moved over to the door but stopped briefly to look back and say. "You should use the time to get yourself aquatinted with your surroundings and something to eat." He paused, unable to resist. "And some decent clothes."
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R&R
Authors Notes: This is set before my story 'The Conspiracy' when the mansion lab was first commissioned. The main character (John) is meant to be the guy that ends up being Ada's B.F. With that out the way, lets begin.
PS: I haven't very far in R.E. Zero, so I think I've messed William birkin's personality up a little bit, but I'll be sure to tone him down in the next chapter.
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John collapsed on his new bed with a gasping moan in grimy exhaustion. God, he needed a shower and this bed was as lumpy as hell, the springs were poking through and sticking in his back even as he tried to rest up. He was defiantly going to have a shower, a pleasant scorching, cleansing shower. John closed his eyes and envisioned the beads of hot water rapidly striking his face and closed eyelids, warm water sensuously running down his cheeks. He opened his mouth and swore he could almost taste the warm water.
John worked at and ran one of the big time Umbrella pharmacies in the suburbs of Raccoon City with great satisfaction and he had a right to! It was the best damn pharmacy in town! John had studied like mad and to be honest wasn't too pleased with the where he got. His friends (or employees) told him not to be to greedy, to be pleased with his lot in life but he never was, so you can guess how elated he was when a job offer came through from Umbrella H.Q to work at a newly commissioned laboratory. At last he had been recognised for his talents! Though the trip wasn't far, having to find the damn facility in the middle of Raccoon forest was what drained him. Apparently the labs were under a supposedly 'abandoned mansion' in the middle of the forest but when John walked in the door for the first time, it looked anything but abandoned. The place was a grand building indeed; it took his breath away to think that the company had spent so much on making this mansion when it was just basically a disguise for the labs. It was furnished with exquisitely haunting gothic design, each of Johns meek footsteps echoed in the vast majesty.
He room, however, wasn't so enchanting. It was squalid and plane and the room was tinted in the most disgusting shade, as though the walls has been painted in a hue John had dubbed 'heavy smokers cream'; his Dad smoked a lot when he was a kid and the once white walls had become that exact same shade. It was like a badly furnished prison cell, it didn't even have a single window and the toilet was in a shocking condition; all these revolting streaks of discoloured brown. What the hell happened to this room before he got it???
The shower was in slightly better condition, the only bad point being that it looked like something out of the 1930's and the curtains were green and white stripes. but at least he didn't find a huge turd in there like he first feared after seeing the toilet.
John was very glad he brought his own towels when he looked in the closet; the few items that were in there were old clothes that looked like they'd be at home in the 60's. You'd have to be colour blind to even consider wearing them, though that wasn't the most worrying thing about that closet.. When he opened it he got the faint aroma of urine.
Making sure the bed was clean and insect free before he put his clothes on it, John took the time to lock the door before jumping in the shower. It hissed and gargled for some seconds before splurging out rusty water and then finally coming to a steady stream of hot water. At last, something was working.
The water was like an elixir on his grimy skin. The warm rain brushed the oily film from his skin and face, making him feel alive again, the drops running therapeutically though his slick blonde hair like a tingling massage and Johns eves fluttered shut at the relaxing sensation.-
- Bang Bang Bang -
Someone was at the door and tore John from his daze, leaving him feeling quite irritated.
"Sod off!" He called over the roar of the shower. His room was filling rapidly with steam because the bathroom didn't have a door. The nuisance at the door tried the knob to find it was locked and John smiled mischievously, smugly aware of his own privacy and continued with his therapeutic shower-
- But his heart stopped when he heard a jingling sound at the door, the sound of keys in the lock-
"I'm not decent you moron!!!" He shouted throwing the shower curtain around his waste. The door opened just as John covered his shame and in lumbered a man with a white lab coat on, frighteningly tall and with his expression plain and revealed no secrets. that was until his searching blue gaze found John naked in the shower with a seething and somewhat shocked look on his guise. All he did though was raise an eyebrow but it lowered again, back to the mans original state of mind.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" He said, purposefully stating the obvious. John just stood, his mouth dropped open and face wrinkled in disgust.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Demanded John in revulsion "What kind of moron goes walking in on guys in the shower?!?" The unnaturally calm man just looked blankly at him.
"I'm your boss, Mr Howe." And he smiled. John felt sick his with disbelief. Still smiling in delight for shocking his future fellow researcher, John's new boss smirked and leant forward to formally shake him by the hand. Still dumbstruck and slightly unable to comprehend his situation, John complied and fumbled with the curtain, trying to shake his bosses hand and maintain his modesty at the same time. He only managed one of these, and that was to shake his bosses hand.
The other man didn't bother to avert his eyes and just watched as John's wrestling with the curtain became more desperate until finally the event that the man had been waiting for occurred; he slipped and fell with a heavy thud, pulling the shower curtain and most of the shower down with him.
John's superior walked slowly over to the struggling mass of curtain, water and shower pipes and casually said. "I seem to have caught you at a bad time, Mr. Howe. I'll be back after nine." He turned and moved over to the door but stopped briefly to look back and say. "You should use the time to get yourself aquatinted with your surroundings and something to eat." He paused, unable to resist. "And some decent clothes."
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R&R