98. barely restrained fury.

Mar 21, 2011 00:31

[Private to Parker]

Parker.

[You can hear the fury in his voice.]

What the fuck?

[He's gritting his teeth, and that's nearly audible too, then he sighs a little,]

Never fucking mind. I can't... I can't fucking do this right now. I want my keys back.

[Public]

[He sounds cold. And like he's huddling in a blanket.]

Kitchen clean up. Once I'm warm and fed and been able to sleep, I'll be down there. I'll need anyone able bodied and pretty trustworthy to come help. Yes, I will search you for fucking knives if I have to.

Sorry I couldn't help out with... any of this shit that's gone down. I got... detoured. To a fridge.

[Private to Laura]

You okay? I... I was gonna check on you, but Parker had some fucking shit in her brain and thought locking me in a fridge was a decent fucking plan.

So please tell me you're okay, and you were looked out for or kept your head down, as fuck, I'm sorry I couldn't even send you a message.

((ooc: Again, not back. Just... getting some headstarts in for Paddy and Sexby.))

authority screws you over again, don't need no introspection, smoking swearing and shooting, you can get a subscription to my issues

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