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[you_run_i_chase]

Who: Miss Parker and You
What: A day in the life.
When: Tomorrow. (Saturday)
Where: All around.
Warnings: It's Parker. She swears a fucking lot.
Notes: For those who don't know, a Day in the Life thread is just an open log, I'm gonna put up a couple of places and if none of those work for you, then just drop in comment with a new one and I'll

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11 ish. Gym

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker's in the gym at this hour, but she's not engaging in her normal routine of engaging in a round of fighting with the bag. No, instead Parker's got out her sword and is going through the fencing movements with it. No fear, every day gym goers, Parker is still wearing her suit and stilettos.

Re: 11 ish. Gym

[notiaraincluded]

Since the gym was kind of his 'job' on the Barge, it wasn't surprising that Luke would be there while she was practicing. He'd seen her practice plenty of times before, though not with her sword.

"You planning on dueling someone?"

[you_run_i_chase]

He'd surprised her by talking, that was certain, and she tensed up for just a split second before she forced herself to relax. Parker knew it wasn't him, and she accepted that.

"Why?" The question was asked with a smirk. "You offering?"

[notiaraincluded]

He laughs a little.

"I would, but I'm pretty sure bulletproof skin is a little advantageous for me"

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"Your skin's bulletproof?" Parker hadn't known that, and one of her brows pulled up as she watched him. "So I couldn't actually cut or stab you with this?"

[notiaraincluded]

"Bulletproof, bladeproof, fireproof...just about anything proof, really."

Re: 11 ish. Gym

[dont_tell_sansa]

Arya liked to practice with Viserys on the deck, though sometimes they'd take their broom handles to their rooms. She liked practicing in the snow; it reminded her of home, but sometimes that was the most dangerous thing. Today, she wasn't satisfied with the exercise she'd gotten with the last dragon, and headed into the gym. She'd only wandered through here before, but now she held her broomstick, and wondered if she could practice on one of those strange dummies they had.

And then she spotted Parker. And more importantly, Parker's sword.

"Where did you get that?" For all that she just blurted it out, Arya stayed well out of sword reach, just in case.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker didn't approve of having kids aboard the Barge. It bothered her to think that some asshole thought that a kid her age had done something bad enough to be here. Also, the kid reminded her of herself at that age, and that bothered her even more. The question earned a flat look in response and Parker just stared at the girl for a moment before she offered back, "It's mine. I got it from a friend."

[dont_tell_sansa]

Oh. That deflated some of the excitement. "You're a warden?" Then it was pointless to hope s he'd find Needle somewhere. Or any sword, anything real and useful.

...but that didn't means he couldn't ask. "Did your friend teach you to use it?"

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"Yeah. I'm a warden. I used to be an inmate." Arya watching her with the sword was a weird sensation, and the question about the friend gave her a sharp stab of sadness.

"Nope. That was fifteen years of lessons, kiddo."

[dont_tell_sansa]

A graduate. That made Arya eye her a little differently, but still. "...I had lessons, once," she said, more than a little curious what fifteen years could do for you.

[you_run_i_chase]

"You?" Parker watched Arya for a moment, and then she looked to the broomstick that was still held in the girl's grasp.

"You any good?"

[dont_tell_sansa]

Arya's shoulder straightened, and she lifted her chin just a little, pride taking hold. She wasn't supposed to be proud, she was supposed to be faceless - but she couldn't help it.

"Yes. I'm teaching - someone else."