You had been in a relationship with your girlfriend for 5 years until she suddenly broke up with you. To try take your mind of things decided to take a vacation. Although to the place your now ex-girlfriend always spoke of going to. I decided to follow along although instead posing as a hotel worker just to keep an eye on you and make sure your okay.
As your best friend, I advised you to try taking a vacation to take your mind off her. Somewhere like Europe to enjoy the cities and cultures. But your mind went right to a previously discussed honeymoon between the two of you to Hawaii. I did advise against you going there but you remained insistent on going.
Spontaneously you decided to go the same day. Although you were apprehensive upon arriving at the airport, theorising to yourself how the two of you could get back together. Missing a flight or two before finally deciding to book a flight on the same day. You did have to head back home because you forgot your passport. Getting back managed to catch a flight in the early morning.
Arriving some hours later on the island of Hawaii heading out the airport doors feeling the nice island heat. First thing was finding a place to stay so you went to the hotel that caught your two eyes out of all the ones you looked at. You got out the taxi and walked into the lobby then to the desk waiting behind some newly-wed couple before they were finally done. Met with a black-haired woman who looked at you with a bit of a look before greeting you "Welcome to Reef Hotel, what can I do for you sir?"
- her lack of knowledge in terms of training and skills, leaving them just as vulnerable as she was, now humorously, they have to rely on a fellow peer to locate and rescue them...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One of the most recent tasked with this mission was one Francis Heath. The man was an established special agent, initially dragged into the world of Bioweapons as support from a nearby location outside of Racoon City. Alongside, a few peers from his squad. Francis was offered such training as many who had experienced a new era of threats. Despite that since the period of tragedy that struck and eventually led to the city's destruction. Francis hadn't visited any similar situation to that day. Not like anything could match a citywide disaster as such.
Although that was to change with his latest assignment.
The past week he had heard rumours someone with a relation to the president had gone missing. And he only believed it more when the signs began to appear: Any press conference, meetings etc were rushed with a sense of being unsettled. Additionally, Francis had spotted him a few times himself around the headquarters. Eventually, his initial beliefs were confirmed to be true. After he was brought forward to a classified meeting with his seniors and the president himself. Although, the plan was from anything he could have expected. Nor did he believe it himself.
Francis wasn't the most up-to-date on technology but this idea was 'ridiculous.' Were his thoughts, although given the inhabitants of the room, he didn't voice it. The plan? Put Francis himself inside the body of the president's daughter: Ashley Graham. He couldn't take it seriously. Despite that he agreed, assuming perhaps he misunderstood. Potentially, it was figuratively and he was supposed to guide her via some camera to safety.
How wrong was he. . .
Hooked up to some machinery after undergoing some initial tests to assess the safety of such an operation according to these lab rats. Stood strapped to some cool steel, staring directly across at the stage behind a screen. Waited for the countdown, he heard the equipment whirl to life albeit for a split second. Within a blink of an eye, gone was the underground laboratory. . .
The man's eyes shot open once he gained consciousness almost like he had just passed out. Instinctively, began to scan his surroundings. It was earrily dark to make out most details, he did notice the sound of the wind blowing through the air and the rustling of the leaves it effected. Observing the towering trees of the forest he found himself and the low fog covering the canopy of the path.
He readjusted his foot, hearing the crunch of the hidden leaves beneath as his hand wandered to his usual utility belt to produce a flashlight. To his surprise there was none located on his hip and nor did he feel the usual material of his trousers. Instead felt a much thinner, looser and with a pat of the hand hoping it'd reappear, fingers slipped beneath sensing less clothed legs although an elastic feeling- A glance down revealed the length of his bottom half was cut, not like shorts he would have been used to. It seemed more akin to a 'skirt?' He thought to himself confused before thinking aloud quietly "What kind of weird crossdressing freak shit is this-" He questioned to himself abruptly stopping, those were his words. Although they weren't vocalised by his own voice-
"Ehem-" He cleared his throat before continuing with "Hello?" Testing the prior action usefulness. It did nothing. And the tone sounded feminine... He moved the hand from the thigh it resided on which felt slightly shapily then framed. His hand had to slide past the appearance of a light scarf blocking the path. His palm soon against the throat, feeling a lack of a distinct Adam's apple that jutted out. "What in the actual fuck is going on?" He yet again asked himself, the vocal cords contorting beneath his palm. The voice apparently belonged to him. .
Freaked out quickly slide the hand out beneath the scarf, curiously moving it closer only seeing a silhouette under the leaf blanketed moonlit sky. It looked slender and seemed it wouldn't pack a punch.
His thoughts pondered back to the voice, the skirt. . What about the rest? His glanced lowered as did his hand, spotting a jacket wrapped around his torso. Able to distinct that the blazer had an orange tone to it. Recalling to his briefing, this was scarily accurate to how Ashley was last spotted... Clasping the lapel and moving it aside, revealing a similar coloured sweater which was prominently stretched around the chest. It was undeniably a perfect match to the woman.
Francis' hands quickly unclasped the jacket letting it fall to it's original form, returning to the head. Feeling the softer skin of the cheeks that he cupped, moving his hands up and past felt strands longer than his own short hair. Pulling a few into his line of sight, the bright shade of blonde was the colour of the hair on his head.
And that seemed to be the final piece of the puzzle. It aligned too perfectly. Francis stood there in total disbelief. Speechless.
Finally managing to mutter out "Them geeks weren't lying. . I can't fucking believe this." He cussed the situation he found himself in, coming from Ashley's voice. It was quite comical to hear.
He shook his head feeling the sway of the Bob styled hair following. Despite his lack of trust in the plan following how they said, Francis still had a mission to follow. Bring Ashley to safety either by escaping or establishing some communication to headquarters. He could do with Hunningans voice guiding him right about now. This place, the vibe was off big time. Akin to a familiar urban area. Even if it was quieter and less chaotic.
He scavenged around the blazer for any resources that may be of use. Although, he didn't expect much. Ashley was a university student, the woman wasn't expected to be equipped to the brim. The man. . Or rather woman now took a sigh at the absence of any of his usual tools and began to trek through the landscape. It would be best to find some civilization to locate where he was.
Some minutes trekking stumbled across a medium sized house, long away from a home. Rubbish piled out by the steps to the porch, the cover of the platform caving slightly downward with loose tiles and the rest nature was beginning to reclaim. Despite the cover of the building, lamplight was visible through a small window. With no apparent appearance nearby decided to enter. Not knowing who may be inside, if so he was more than capable to deal with any immediate threat.
Slowly opening the door, peering inside and calling out "Anybody in?" No answer. Pushing the door fully open, stepped through the threshold. It felt better inside than out in the freezing dark wilderness.
Venturing further into the interior, came across the living space of the building. Stopping across a fireplace at the centre of the room. Stopping to search around for anything of note, perhaps something stating his whereabouts. Unfortunately, the agent didn't discover such.
Francis eventually located stairs that lead beneath the floorboards. Slowly stepping down the steps, carefully given the wear of them. Creaked down to a basement. Francis could recognise such a awful smell anywhere. Walking through a cloth covered area, brushed through with an arm. Just as suspected, a table covered in the blood and remains of an unfortunate visitor before him. Need not waste anymore time knew this place was far from any safety he searched for. Just as he turned to leave was met with a fist to the face. No time to react, unable to even see the assailant, was knocked to the floor unconscious.
With a wince, Francis began to regain his senses. Eyelids slowly opening revealing the angle of the world to be sideways, eye level with a rough stone floor. Naturally, the agent went to stand although found himself unable to. To his dismay, a quick scan over himself found that the body he currently was inhibiting in fact weren't a dream and was restricted by secured rope.
He knew better than to call out and tried to work on undoing the bind silently, which felt like it went on forever. Until the sound of a lock being undone was heard, despite that kept working on undoing the restrictions. After all, Francis wasn't aware of whomever had arrived. And he would have a better chance free.
The agent felt the rope loosened around his limbs not from one's own effort though. Focusing on what he could in his position noted that the footwear was tactical and not of some civilian. Additionally, they seemed to be focused on helping than anything malicious.
His eyes shut themselves at the sudden bright light shone right at my face, finding his hand to swipe towards the instrument whilst stating sternly "Get that out of my eyes-" Once the brightness faded, the agent opened his eyes only to be met with the familiar face of a man. .
Having been an established agent for some time since the Racoon incident, Francis oversaw the training of some new recruits. One being this agent. He was involved here and there with certain segments of his training. He was well aware that the man was approved to the services. And Francis can't say he was surprised, the man proved himself more than capable and skilled.
And now that same man he trained was knelt infront of him, the agent lowered his guard with relief at some support. "Am I glad to see you. ." He said as he began to push himself up to his feet, unaware that he wouldn't recognise him for the agent he actually was.
I, Johnathan, was at my best friend's house, which was yourself. We were used to playing your usual online service video games; Call Of Duty, Sport games, etc. So tonight, I suggested something different. "Perhaps we should try a story focused game instead." Were my words to you, and after some moments of browsing, figured most were single player exclusive. Although some scanning, we found a mod that enabled a co-op feature for the first modern remake of the Resident Evil franchise. So, we both chipped in evenly to purchase the game, and once we installed it alongside the mod. Selected a split-screen mode whilst configuring our save. we noticed that the difficulty was locked onto: 'Permadeath.' Strange. Given that we spent our money on this game, we didn't back down from the challenge and gave it a go by Pressing 'start'
Suddenly, within the blink of an eye. Gone was the bedroom that I was sitting in and now found myself standing out in the open air. Naturally, I instantly scanned my surroundings. I saw gas pumps, and right ahead beyond them was the store itself apart of the service station. Surrounding it was forest for apart from the one straight road leading to who knows. For a moment, it seemed I was all alone till I took notice of a vehicle that had been left running, light on although nobody was occupying it. 'Strange.' I thought to myself, although this situation was in itself just inconceivable.
From my point of view, I had been teleported to some gas station.
Talking about point of view.
Looking beside me, I was stood beside a red motorbike. Specifically, I noticed the manufacturer from the logo to be a Harley Davidson. Looking down at the two-wheeled transport spotted that my lower clothing was different, I was no longer wearing some comfortable sweatpants. My legs were now covered by some light blue denim jeans, accompanied by a holster belt around the hips. I felt the weight within the pocket of the holster, removing it and bringing eye level to examine the firearm I was now carrying.
Whilst doing so, I recognised I know had sleeves running along my arms. Further examination it was a leather jacket that matched the colour of the motorbike. The zipper is undone just above the midriff to show a black top cut off by a grey collar at the chest, which under the car headlights noticed that the skin it revealed seemed to have more than I was used to.
"What the fuck-" I would have mumbled to myself out of confusion of my current appearance until I was interrupted by a string of loud bangs, unmistakably the sound of gunshots. My focus shot up to the glass door of the building, thinking for a split second before deciding to investigate. After all, someone's life could be endangered.
I rushed over, opening the door when nobody appeared to be there. Although, when I pushed it forward, a figure suddenly appeared in front. Clearly belonging to that of a man, eyes darting to the face saw someone familiar. "Don't shoot!" I exclaimed whilst putting my hands up to display. I wasn't a threat myself.
[I figured if anyone would be interested in role-playing, they'd be the obvious Canon character or their own.]