Jarod crouched down in the grass, letting the darkness act as his cover. Watching, always watching ( Read more... )

Jarod was out in the front yard, cleaning off the grill and rehanging the hammock. He figured he might as well be useful while he was waiting for Parker.

[ooc: For mparkerceo. That she stopped by is okay for broadcast, topic of their conversation not so much.]

Jarod had his bags out on the bed and was separating his belongings into two piles-- necessities and things to leave behind. The necessities pile was much smaller, but still contained more than he would have expected. The problem he was currently running into was that M obviously thought she was a necessity and kept climbing into his duffle bag to ( Read more... )

Jarod came in the back door of the house, eyes dark with grief and red-rimmed with fatigue, not wanting to talk to anyone. He set his bag down next to the bed, cleaned the litter box, and learned the first rule of cat sponsorship ( Read more... )

Jarod was still surfing the internet, looking for New Genesis and "I. Feni-". He hadn't slept since he'd gotten Parker's phone calls--first to tell him to be ready, second to tell him he didn't need to be.

He hadn't slept yet.

Jarod hadn't slept at all after speaking to Parker the night before--he'd spent it chasing the phantoms that were "I. Fen-," the as-yet-unamed Parker newborn boy, and anything he could find on a place called "New Genesis" all over the internet. So far he'd had no luck ( Read more... )

( Marty shows up and gives bad news to Jarod )

Jarod took four ibuprofen with water as soon as he got into the Sin, then went into the kitchen to get fresh water for M. He left a note explaining to the girls where Becky was, and what had happened, then went upstairs for a quick nap and shower ( Read more... )

Jarod realized that he hadn't made breakfast in a while. After a handwavey trip to the store, he set out the ingredients for a large breakfast for the girls, and after a handwavey phone call to Parker, for her as well ( Read more... )

Jarod lay on his back studying Parker, then moving a strand of hair out of her face. The sun was up and bright against the tent and she was still sleeping. So peaceful, so quiet. All that energy expended, or hidden in a reserve he couldn't see. He traced a finger along her chin, gentle and careful. When she was sleeping, she looked fragile, ( Read more... )