(Sign Ups :], ahem: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/58504-parasite-evil-resident-eve-sign-ups/.).

 

"Year 2013, Month July, Day 11th, 7:45 PM.".

 

"........Ve....hey! Eve!!" said a strange middle aged old looking man, as Eve slightly awakes with him in a moving car, slightly still asleep before lastly saying to him the words "....Huh? Duncan?" said Eve, revealing the old man's name to be Duncan.

Edited July 11, 201312 yr by Iamkingdomhearts1000

Elsewhere, Rose was napping. She had finished her drills, and now was curled up on her sister's lap. The elder sibling was annoyed at Rose's habit but resigned at how annoyingly cute she looked.

 

Rose's interesting gun was resting on a table. Her sis was amazed she could carry it.

Her crazy sister was...so crazy.

"Idiot." Was all she said to Rose.

"You fell asleep again, what's up? something wrong? you feeling sick?" said Duncan, as Eve replied "Its........no, its nothing, nevermind...." said Eve, as Duncan replied "You sure? well, alright then, course, it may just be the summer atmosphere getting to you is all, im not surprised, my daughter Lily has been feeling sick from it too, heh." said Duncan whilst both revealing he has a daughter and slightly laughing sarcastically.

Edited July 11, 201312 yr by Iamkingdomhearts1000

Jack Spencer groaned as he reached for his head. It felt as if an elephant was sitting on it, and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

"Must have over done it last night." He thought, but softly in deference to his head ache.

He slowly eased an eye open. He saw an unfamiliar ceiling. He cast his eye around the room he was in. It appeared to be a run down apartment.

"What have I gotten myself into now." He groaned.

Jack groaned again as he sat up. It hit him that he was wearing clothes he didn't ever remember owning. He looked at them blearily then looked up. He saw into the bathroom, where the sink and mirror stood just beyond the door. What he saw in the mirror had him opening both eyes and the tired haze in his head evaporated. Staring back at him in the mirror was a man several years older than himself with a full beard and hair like he hadn't since high school.

"What the hell?" He croaked.

As Rose woke up, her sister patted her head.

"Mornin' sleepy."

Rose yawnd. "Hey."

"We probably should head home."

 

Nodding, Rose grabbed her stuff, following her sister to the car.

"....Duncan, shouldn't you at least try to make up with your wife Sarah? I know you still miss both her and Lily." said Eve, as Duncan replied "........Sorry Eve but that's none of your business." said Duncan, as Eve replied "....Of course, I understand, sorry." said Eve, as Duncan lastly says to her the words "....Nah its okay, at any rate, enough about me, what about you Eve? you planning on finding a special someone sooner or later maybe?" said Duncan, as we then see his car drive off onwards before slightly floating up above and then suddenly stopping whilst slowly appearing in big words were the words, ahem: Parasite Evil: Resident Eve.

(This song plays, as the logo for the RP appears before then showing a few clips of both Eve and Duncan's car passing by a few things-https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=YzRNZtj4lC8.).

Edited July 12, 201312 yr by Iamkingdomhearts1000

Jack played with his face in the mirror. He was hoping it was someways not his, but no such luck. He walked back to the bed and sat down. What had happened? He remembered accepting a new job from from some shifty, ultra-secretive types. A high paying new job. But then...blank.

Using some of the foulest language he knew, he displayed his utter hatred for his utter lack of knowledge of what had happened to him. He looked around the room angrily to see a small duffle back on the floor beside his bed and what looked like a note. He reached out and picked up the note, accidentally dropping the pencil that had been on it. The message on it was shakily written and ended mid-sentence.

It said:

Jack

You need to keep moving. They are looking for you. If you don't keep going, they're...

The last "e" in the message trailed off like the writing hand had slipped away. Jack shivered. He knew that handwriting. Shaky as it was, he knew it as well as his own.

"Poor term." He thought. "It is my own."