Room 234/236 - afternoon into the evening

[mparkerceo]

Parker's doing her ACJ homework, and growling at it. She's also looking at a certain box off and on with a thoughtful expression.

Finally, she gives up, and opens the box she'd pulled out from under the bed. And studies the contents.

[open to individual friends of Parker, not up for a big party]

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[auroryborealis]

Rory, sore, knocked on Parker's door in the hopes that there might be chocolate or some sort of painkiller in store for her.

[mparkerceo]

Parker unfolded herself from the bed, and walked over to open the door. "Hey. What's up?" She held the door open, and gestured Rory in, then shut it behind her.

[auroryborealis]

"Am hurty. Beat up bag in gym," Rory said. "Would like chockie if you have pleaseandthankyou?"

[mparkerceo]

"Go, be sitting already," Parker said, pushing her to the cow-skin patterned Love Sac(TM), then digging out an Evian bottle from the fridge and rolling it over to her. "I have brownies from Jeff, God of Biscuits, and chocolate chip cookies from the NPC bakery. And," she threw a small bottle at Rory, "megadoses of Aleve. Go, you, with the beating up! What brought this on?"

[auroryborealis]

"Thanks." Rory took a couple Aleve and gratefully swallowed them. "Do you think I'm a bitch?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker grabbed the brownies out of the fridge too, then blinked.

And laughed. "I'm sorry, what?"

[auroryborealis]

"Or a whore?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker stopped laughing and gave her an incredulous look, and passed the brownies over. "What the hell has brought this on? If you're a whore, I'm Messalina. And I'm damn well not. So, explain. Now."

[auroryborealis]

"This guy who has issues with me told me that he called me that," Rory explained. "Just checking if it's true."

[mparkerceo]

"One, what guy? Two, did you slap him? Jesus!"

[auroryborealis]

"Victor, the freshman? And no, I didn't I don't slap people. That's mean. I was snarky to him, though." She folded a little more into herself. "What did you do today?"

[mparkerceo]

"Went to class, mostly. Tuesdays are hell day. And Victor? Oh, that explains it." Parker rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. He heard it on the radio?"

She opened up the cardboard box, and slowly started sifting through the albums and photo packets there.

[auroryborealis]

"Tuesdays ARE hell," Rory agreed. "And apparently he also heard about me and Anakin on the radio, too. Because the radio is reliable. Whatever. I told Skeeter to stop calling me that and she will."

She looked at the box. "What is that?"

[mparkerceo]

"So he's being five, and repeating whatever he hears? Greeeeat." Parker shook her head. "Report him to the principal, if it bugs you too much." She paused, surprised. "She will? I think I'm in shock."

Parker paused with her hands in the box, and bit her lower lip. "Photos of my mom."

[auroryborealis]

"Oh," Rory said, moving stiffly over to look. "Are you okay?"

[mparkerceo]

"I'm," Parker has to stop and think how to explain. "In a weird place." She held out one photo. "That's us after my fifth grade graduation. I think I showed that one to you before."