50: You have got to be kidding.

[yourunichase]

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.

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[yourunichase]

Me either.

Fuck this fucking place.

When I get clothing, drinking?

Private/Voice

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Unless I have to leave my room. That's a deal-breaker. Sorry to complicate things.

Private/Voice

[yourunichase]

Fuck.

Considering who you got fucking turned into, I'll figure it out. I need fucking clothes first.

If someone gives me a fucking leather jacket I'm going to fucking kill them and eat them.

Private/Voice

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

I wouldn't care, but if anyone sees me coming and gets all 'oh hey you came back' then I'm not entirely sure they'd survive the experience.

Private/Voice

[yourunichase]

Yeah, understandable. Let me find clothes and booze and I'll be over.

Private/Voice - spam?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

You know where to find me.

Private/Voice - spam when I figure out what happens when she gets clothes/booze.

[yourunichase]

Yep.

cool <3

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]