40.-Post Little Miss Parker Blues.

[you_run_i_chase]

Yes I remember my fucking name.

No you cannot fucking call me Angel.

Denise, I want a fucking drink and I want it now. Paddy, Malcolm, anyone else fucking want one too?

[Private to Five.]

[Something was here, but now it's not.]

[Private to Ned.]

[Something was here, but now it's not.]

Comments

[christ_onabike]

Fuck yes, I do.

[you_run_i_chase]

Do we need to fucking ask Uhura? I don't want to fucking have to deal with fucking Denise being a fucking crazy bitch in addition to everything fucking else.

[gotgirlballs]

Nice try, but Uhura knows not to let you in without asking me first.

[you_run_i_chase]

I wasn't fucking talking about for me. I was talking about for fucking Paddy. I fucking straight out told asked you about going in here. I didn't want you to fucking accuse us of fucking sneaking around like you fucking did before.

voice

[gotgirlballs]

Fine, I'll let ya in. If your ulcer starts up again, though, I'm gonna say "I told you so" before I fix it.

By the way: seeking assassinations at the age of like 10 is a really screwed-up way to be.

Written.

[you_run_i_chase]

I've had an ulcer the entire fucking time I've been here and the only time it acted up was in fucking April. It's fucking May. I'm fucking fine.

[Private]

I was a spoiled brat. Fucking suck it up. No one fucking touched me, that was the point.

I was fucking worried about Raines killing me like he fucking killed my mama. Mother

Private - Voice - BEST WARDEN EVER

[gotgirlballs]

You don't need to tell me you were a brat, it was pretty obvious to everyone who saw your post. Like when I said I'd watch out for you and you called me a shit babysitter.

You should be grateful I didn't look for you and push you to the floor and laugh, 'cause trust me, the urge was there.

Private - Voice - TOTALLY.

[you_run_i_chase]

You would fucking be a shit babysitter as fucking evident by your fucking comments right fucking there.

And you wouldn't have fucking pushed me fucking down, because you fucking know I would have fucking come back and pushed your ass down back.

[Anon spam xD]

[a_bit_put_upon]

[Is puzzled by the notification of a private message with no content at all to it. Nevertheless, he occasionally gets a good shot at intuition, and when Miss Parker returns from her bout at the pub, she'll find a paper stethescope hung over the handle of her door.]

[Anon spam xD]

[you_run_i_chase]

[When Parker comes back from the pub, she's still in a mood, and it is entirely even worse than it was when she left (if that's even possible). Still when she goes to open the door to her room and there's a paper stethoscope on the door, she pauses for a moment. After Jarod, Parker is no stranger to gifts of randomness that to most people would be fairly meaningless, just like this one. Still, Parker's lips turned up for a moment, and she took the paper stethoscope into her room.

When Five would leave his room, he would find a picture that younger Miss Parker drew (and she's actually a fairly decent artist) of the Doctor with his Technicolor beard and two hearts on his chest. In a childish scrawl there are two words written on the page: 'Thank you.' Added on the back however, in Miss Parker's particular scrawl, there's more. 'Tell anyone about this and I may just fucking kill you.' A few hesitation marks before there was added 'Thanks for the fucking stethoscope.' followed by a scrawl that was mostly an M and a P]

[Private]

[easy_aspie]

... Hi.

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

...Hi.

[darknessb4me]

So when did you pick up your charming vocabulary?

[you_run_i_chase]

When did you pick up your bullshit insanity?

[darknessb4me]

In my twenties.

[you_run_i_chase]

In my teens.