Miss Parker (
yourunichase) wrote2010-05-24 07:50 pm
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44.-Accident voice post.
[There' a little click followed by the sound of satin sheets rustling and then a small, hopeful, sleepy voice.] Tommy?
[A little pause and then there is a large gasp before Parker starts yelling and raging and...sounding tearful?.] NO! No you have got be fucking kidding me. No. Damn it, I fucking got shot for my fucking father wasn't that enough?
I don't want to fucking be here anymore!
Damn it. Damn it. I want...
[Parker had gotten up to pace at this point and then she found the letter from Paddy.] No. Fuck you.
[And then a crunching sound as Parker threw the new communicator thing against the wall.]
[A little pause and then there is a large gasp before Parker starts yelling and raging and...sounding tearful?.] NO! No you have got be fucking kidding me. No. Damn it, I fucking got shot for my fucking father wasn't that enough?
I don't want to fucking be here anymore!
Damn it. Damn it. I want...
[Parker had gotten up to pace at this point and then she found the letter from Paddy.] No. Fuck you.
[And then a crunching sound as Parker threw the new communicator thing against the wall.]
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Sorry you got shot, that has to suck.
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Open the damn door, Parker.
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[And they're the heavy-duty kind of ice hockey skates, too. They can get the job done. She's not mentioning yet that she also literally has a sledgehammer next to her bureau.]
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[Parker was sitting on her floor, wearing a red flannel shirt over a black nightgown. She had the collar popped towards her chin and she was staring at a stained glass portrait of herself with the heart missing. Her eyes were rimmed red, but oddly enough her room did not smell like smoke and Parker herself was not smoking. There was something balled in her fist.]
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[She doesn't say it unkindly. Opening the door, she sees Parker dressed in the worst outfit ever, looking at a piece of stained glass art. She walks over and crouches next to her, and sees the glass!Parker's heart is missing.]
Wow. That? Is pretty twisted.
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Ya fucking think? Jarod left it for me at the cemetery after my fucking fiancée was murdered by the Centre, and then they killed three innocent people to fucking cover it up.
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[Also voice]
If you need, er - someone to yell at, or a punching bag, I don't know, I mean, or normal things, like a hug. Or to talk to someone.
I mean, I just. Can I help you?
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And the only thing you can do is tell me how to get the fuck off this heap.
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Uh. Reform, I guess? Other than that, I... don't really know.
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Sad Aleera...
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PARKER!
The fuck's going on? Speak up, woman!
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Guess you've heard about Paddy?
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And yeah, that son of a bitch. Fucking got what he wanted.
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Must be fucking nice for him. Can't say I'm entirely fucking surprised, but I'm gonna miss the Irish twat.
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