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A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

original meme here

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[It's too dark for the eyes to adjust to it. Chris has been standing at the bars since he woke up here, hands wrapped firmly around the iron and a defiant set to his jaw. The "why"s don't matter. The "how"s, even less. He knows just why every time there's a low moan somewhere down the hall, every time a scream dies midway through.]

[It's not a dream. Not a memory. A nightmare. He rattles the bars again, trying to pry them from their place. They won't budge. He'd need C4 to get out of here. (Finn. Marco. Jill. Someone. Anyone.) He doesn't even have his knife.]

[The voice out of the darkness doesn't rattle him. His sneer might not be visible, but it's audible. Hello, Wesker.]

I should have known. What do you want? If this is your fault, then I swear, when I get out of here-

[Chris punctuates that threat with another futile attempt to move the bars of his cell.]

[ And that's when the lights burn up again, directly in front of Chris' face, close enough that he'll see the gold and that slice of a pupil that's far from human. Because Wesker's not wearing his glasses here. Why should he, when there's nothing here to hide himself from? The bright light outlines his face just partially, his hairline and the steep drop over his cheekbones. ]

You'll kill me? Is that what you were going to say?

[ He's so close that Chris could reach out and punch him. Worse than that, he might be able to feel Wesker's breath.

One gloved hand seeks to land on one of Chris', another reaching through to try and yank him by the collar against the bars. The purr of Wesker's tone shifts into a slight growl. ]

Don't you ever get tired of being so predictable, Chris?

[Jake Muller has the exact same lazy indifference masking- well, in Jake's case, Chris has no idea what he's hiding. No wonder the mercenary had seemed so familiar. How often had Chris been on the receiving end of that attitude before Edonia?]

[Far too often.]

[Chris pulls his hand away, but his collar isn't quite so lucky. The move jostles him against the bars; his wince is barely audible over the rattling of metal. His mouth thins into a line. Intimidation won't work. All Wesker is, all he'll ever be, is a ghost that won't die.]

Don't you ever get tired of the cliched villainy, Wesker? It didn't work in Africa. It won't work here. If I don't kill you, my men will when they arrive.

Edited 2013-01-22 03:46 (UTC)

[ If Wesker knew about Jake Muller, there's probably only one thing he'd be interested in, and it's basically the same thing he cared about regarding Sherry Birkin.

Intimidation has never really worked on Chris Redfield, but that doesn't stop Wesker from trying. It's not really fear he's looking for out of the other man. ]

When they arrive?

[ The younger man is turned loose with a slight, soft chuckle. ]

What makes you think they aren't already here? Haven't you been listening...?

[ To those things, shambling around in the dark. It might be a lie, but you wouldn't know it from Wesker's tone. ]

Edited 2013-01-22 04:05 (UTC)

You're lying. They wouldn't-

[He would have heard gunshots. Radio chatter. Some sign that they were alive and well. Something. Anything. ...Wouldn't he? His radio is dead silent. Not even static.]

[And Chris suddenly doubt that any of his men will be coming down here to rescue his hide any time soon. He steps back from the bars. Glances aside.]

-They're trained better than that.

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Sorry, dad abducted me to play RE6 and RE5.