Parker tried to hide the way that palms burned, the way that the skin was blistered, the way that the nerves were on fire, but she couldn't. Not to them. It wasn't just that they noticed things. That's what they were trained to do, after all. Notice things. Notice that someone is favouring a leg or trying to quit smoking or carries their keycard in their right pocket. Or that when she slid down that last length of rope, something went wrong.
So it's what they were trained to do, but Parker's beginning to understand that it's more than just noticing people, it's about noticing her.
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Prompt: 052. Force Word Count: 105
She could do advanced calculus in her head, but Parker couldn't figure out what this force was. She could track the trajectories of projectiles. She could determine the speed at which to launch herself off of a building to stop at precisely the right time. She could could tell exactly how long it would take to pick a lock, crack a safe, memorize a pattern of lasers, and jump and slide through them as easily as breathing.
But the force that she was feeling now, the gravity that existed not just between two stars but between them? That was a force she could not quantify.
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Prompt: 053. Power Word Count: 119
Parker had classified them each into their strengths, put them each into their own little boxes, but there was something that was hard about each of them.
Nate was easy. Even outside his power to think great, grand plans and anticipating their mark's every move, his power was getting people to do what he wanted.
To be fair, that was Sophie's power too, but she did it in a completely different way.
Eliot was strong. He fought. And he took care of them and protected them.
Hers was her speed, her quick and light step.
Hardison's was her favourite. Hardison's power was his fingers, and Parker supposed, that was in more ways than one. Not just the computer anymore...
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Prompt: 054. Drive Word Count: 111
Parker had never actually had to learn how to drive, no. It was intuitive to her. The first time she pulled herself behind the wheel, she could barely see above the steering column, and yet, it was like coming alive.
The next time she felt that drive, it was the first time she held a combination lock. And then when she picked up her first set of lock picks.
Working with the team didn't feel as instinctive. She had to learn. She had to want it.
She supposed that's what all the OTHER people felt the first time THEY put the keys into the ignition.
Parker had never needed the keys.
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Prompt: 055. Sore Word Count: 109
It wasn't just Parker's leg that was sore. No, it was everything. Sitting in one spot for days hurt her knee, her entire leg, her other leg from disuse, her butt, her back from that damn chair… how did Hardison sit at a computer for so long each day, and still have all those muscles?
Plus, they were all out on their own, doing a job. That hurt her soul. Her heart. Basically everything was sore, and she was done with it. She was done with sitting around. She was done with hurting. She was done with not being able to have an adventure.
Word Count: 106
Parker tried to hide the way that palms burned, the way that the skin was blistered, the way that the nerves were on fire, but she couldn't. Not to them. It wasn't just that they noticed things. That's what they were trained to do, after all. Notice things. Notice that someone is favouring a leg or trying to quit smoking or carries their keycard in their right pocket. Or that when she slid down that last length of rope, something went wrong.
So it's what they were trained to do, but Parker's beginning to understand that it's more than just noticing people, it's about noticing her.
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Prompt: 052. Force
Word Count: 105
She could do advanced calculus in her head, but Parker couldn't figure out what this force was. She could track the trajectories of projectiles. She could determine the speed at which to launch herself off of a building to stop at precisely the right time. She could could tell exactly how long it would take to pick a lock, crack a safe, memorize a pattern of lasers, and jump and slide through them as easily as breathing.
But the force that she was feeling now, the gravity that existed not just between two stars but between them? That was a force she could not quantify.
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Prompt: 053. Power
Word Count: 119
Parker had classified them each into their strengths, put them each into their own little boxes, but there was something that was hard about each of them.
Nate was easy. Even outside his power to think great, grand plans and anticipating their mark's every move, his power was getting people to do what he wanted.
To be fair, that was Sophie's power too, but she did it in a completely different way.
Eliot was strong. He fought. And he took care of them and protected them.
Hers was her speed, her quick and light step.
Hardison's was her favourite. Hardison's power was his fingers, and Parker supposed, that was in more ways than one. Not just the computer anymore...
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Prompt: 054. Drive
Word Count: 111
Parker had never actually had to learn how to drive, no. It was intuitive to her. The first time she pulled herself behind the wheel, she could barely see above the steering column, and yet, it was like coming alive.
The next time she felt that drive, it was the first time she held a combination lock. And then when she picked up her first set of lock picks.
Working with the team didn't feel as instinctive. She had to learn. She had to want it.
She supposed that's what all the OTHER people felt the first time THEY put the keys into the ignition.
Parker had never needed the keys.
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Prompt: 055. Sore
Word Count: 109
It wasn't just Parker's leg that was sore. No, it was everything. Sitting in one spot for days hurt her knee, her entire leg, her other leg from disuse, her butt, her back from that damn chair… how did Hardison sit at a computer for so long each day, and still have all those muscles?
Plus, they were all out on their own, doing a job. That hurt her soul. Her heart. Basically everything was sore, and she was done with it. She was done with sitting around. She was done with hurting. She was done with not being able to have an adventure.
So, she made her own.
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