56. Fuck fuck fuck.-Open spam.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Those people on the sixth level might here a large amount of swearing and possibly things getting kicked around. People who know her probably get why this is a huge deal.]

[Multiple people checking in is totally chill.]

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[gotgirlballs]

[NO KNOCKING, JUST OPENING THE DOOR]

Parker. Chill the fuck out before you breed a new ulcer, okay?

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker whirled quickly around to face the door, her eyes narrowing.] I totally jinxed this. I might of well have... [She was pacing back and forth.] fucking summoned him from the goddamn ether!

[gotgirlballs]

[Denise is striding into Parker's room LIKE A BOSS as she talks to her.]

You didn't bring him here, so stop talking stupid. This? This is all just 'cause the universe is a shitty place, my friend.

[you_run_i_chase]

The Admiral is a fucking douchebag. He shows up on my year anniversary. What the hell is this? I knew it. I should have known he'd show up here eventually.

[private audio]

[i_run_you_chase]

That sounds like you're breaking some very nice things over there.

[private audio]

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker's tone is low and hissy.]

Why the hell are you here? Wasn't my dying enough?

[private audio]

[i_run_you_chase]

If I tell you that I didn't know you would be here, would you believe me?

[private audio]

[you_run_i_chase]

No.

Lol, OBLIVIOUS SIX LEVEL-ER ALERT.

[thedetailsman]

[Strutting walking down the corridor to a nameless destination, Rusty naturally hears the ruckus. He stops, swivels slowly on his heels, and eyes her door curiously before rapping on it with the back of his knuckles.]

"Everything, uh, okay in there?"

Spam!

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker heard the knock on her door and really, she suspected that it would be Jarod. Quickly she threw the door open and wished with everything that she could wish with that she had a gun. Of course she didn't, but she narrowed her eyes at Rusty.]

"Everything is fucking fine."

Spam!

[thedetailsman]

[The corner of his eyebrow quirks and he raises his hands, palm side out. The gesture would seem mocking if it wasn't so genuine.]

"Sorry I asked."

Spam!

[you_run_i_chase]

"Good. Carry on then."

[Her voice was sharp as she took a step backwards, her heels slamming against the carpet. She pulled down the hem of her suit jacket before she slammed the door.]

Private! No worries!

[you_run_i_chase]

Yeah. Yeah it fucking is.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Thanks, Adam, but I can punch him in the face myself.

I appreciate the offer though.

I'mma gonna say paddy was cleaning his stupid kitchen when mr whatsit got here. spam

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy knocked on her door, hoping she was still in,] Hey, Parker. It's Paddy, you in?

Spam!

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker had gotten back from stalking Jarod and was now pacing back and forth in her room. She'd taken off her shoes and her suit jacket and was pacing back and forth across her floor smoking. She opened the door for Paddy and just looked at him for a moment before she took a step back.]

Re: Spam!

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy gave her a long look and then stepped inside,] I saw that fucker ended up here properly.

[Pause]

You okay? Want a drink?

Re: Spam!

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker gestured to the half-finished glass of scotch that was sitting next to her nearly finished pack of cigarettes.]

Somehow I don't fucking feel like drinking at the moment. I just cannot believe this shit.