Parker was hiding. Oh yes.

This week had included killing Jake and a kick-ass time tracking Anders down and stealing his iPod. Then Caritas and singing with Jack, talking with Jarod, Jack, and Isabel.

Plus a couple weird encounters with Aly-- Alianne? Whoever.

After visiting Isabel, she snuck back into her room and carefully shut the door ( Read more... )

Ring.

Please ring.

Ring, damn you!

Thinking hard at the phone doesn't make it ring any faster. Especially about certain plans that might be in effect. In case anyone was wondering. Parker couldn't seem to stop herself, though.

[for a very specific set of guys, then open!]

First day of classes, and Revolutions had been... rather interesting. Especially after Parker's chat with Anders on Saturday night, and then seeing him and Bel last night. Chatting with Marco and Kabuto had been less fraught, at least. Although not as interesting as her talks with Rose Tyler -- who had never dated Jarod before and didn't intend ( Read more... )

Parker was out at the Causeway early, earlier than the limo. She'd dropped off a present or two before leaving, and was now staring at her cellphone.

( Tortall. Hawkeye. Harper. Presents from Jarod (insanity-inducing). Muahaha. )

Following morning encounters with deranged Knights and deranged Nadia, Parker had taken off for D.C. The not-date... went. After last week's forced dinner and being asked out by one of the recruits over dessert, Parker had not been looking forward to this follow-up date.

( Contrary to popular belief, she only likes hurting people when they're stupid, creepy, or annoying. This date managed to skate past hurt feelings on the strength of speed and finesse. )

Angelo,

Band played Baltimore. Possible record label audition in the offing. Woo.
Got arrested.
Called Jarod. Arranged bail.
Waited.
Band bailed out. But not me. Sydney came through. Told stories at IHOP. Ack.

Called Jarod. Never say his name to me again.

Yelled at Daisy.
And Bel.

Drowned last of the Ex's stuff.....so angry I want to set fire ( Read more... )

The band is still in jail. Well, it's not like they'd be set free to roam the streets of Baltimore at 2 a.m.

Flitzy has a hangover.

The three baby gang members are cuddled up like puppies.

And the sun is shining into Jail Cell #32.

[ooc: limited OCD going up! And... back! ]

By the time she got back to her room after Caritas, Parker's good mood from teasing Isabel's brother, Max and sharing the dirt on English with his brother, Ed at Seely's instigation, had dissolved back into a kind of discontented blues.

The tour with Sydney and chat with Jack earlier had been okay. So had talking with Kira Ford and giving her ( Read more... )

Parker had Esme out of her habitat, she had on her favorite pajamas, she had a glass of scotch. It had been a fairly weird week so far, and classes hadn't even started.

( What she did this week. All of it. )

TO: Angela, Marty, Zero
FROM: Parker
BCC: Logan
RE: What you've missed
DATE: 5/18/06

( Where the hell do I start? )