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[sorrowfulmisery]

So this is how we find her. Outside, decked out in all the weapons that she owns. Which, technically, is only five. The shotgun strapped to her back, the MP5Ks strapped in the shoulder holsters and the Berettas in the leg holsters. She's possibly outside because she's getting restless. So restless that she feels like a caged animal. Which

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[misterparker]

"Pretty," Parker comments, leaning on the doorframe.

[sorrowfulmisery]

And she whirls around on him half tempted to draw the shotgun on him but lucky for him she knows him. Otherwise, she probably would've. The honey blonde's eyes narrow just slightly and she literally stalks over to Parker almost like a wild cat would its prey.

[misterparker]

Raising his eyebrows he says, lightly, "Hey there."

[sorrowfulmisery]

Who needs a 'hey there' from a beautiful and deadly woman when instead of talking he gets kissed, hard. He might end up with words afterwards, maybe.