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yourunichase) wrote2010-07-12 03:00 am
yourunichase) wrote2010-07-12 03:00 am
50: You have got to be kidding.
No. No. [A clang here, because Parker has thrown the communicator where it bounced against her bed, giving a sideways view of Parker in a now too tight (and torn) suit. When she speaks, it's in an angry, smarmy tone.]
No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him.
[Parker screams for pretty much the entire sixth level to hear, and then she kicks her bed and is rewarded with a further tearing sound in her suit before she looks and realizes that the communicator is still on.]
God damn it!
[She stalked over to it and looked into it for a second.]
Fuck this place.
No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him.
[Parker screams for pretty much the entire sixth level to hear, and then she kicks her bed and is rewarded with a further tearing sound in her suit before she looks and realizes that the communicator is still on.]
God damn it!
[She stalked over to it and looked into it for a second.]
Fuck this place.