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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.

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You don't understand, Denise. He's a fucking pretender, he can be anyone he fucking wants to be. [She took another large drink of the scotch, wincing a bit.] He broke into my fucking house over and over again, you can't stop him if he shows up here. No one can.

[Parker went silent for a long moment.] My mother died and I started to pull away. Stuck around for two years after that before...

[She stopped, and she waited, and then when she spoke her tone was sharp and hissy.]

We kissed. I got sent to boarding school a fucking week later.

[She raises an eyebrow. The effect isn't as awesome when she's out of her own body.]

Ooh, harsh. I'm guessing romancing the test subjects was a big no-no?

It wasn't fucking romancing. [Parker frowned quickly.]

Nothing about Jarod and I has anything to do with romance.

[Save for you know, the flowers, and the chocolates, and the romance novel, and the asking her to be his valentine.]

It was... a stupid damn experiment.

Romancing, "experimenting," whatever. So who caught you kissing?

No one. [Parker slammed her hand against the bed.] That's what I don't get! We were supposed to be in the blindspot, the place where the fucking camera's couldn't see us but we ended up on a fucking DIS anyway!

[Parker got up, and she headed to her closet. She reached into the back of the space, knocking over shoes as she did so. When she returned to the bed, she was carrying what looked to be a wide, silver briefcase, but when she opened it up, there was a screen inside. She inserted the first disc into the player. After a moment, little Parker could be seen heading over to Jarod, and he talked for a moment about love and feelings for people and kissing and Parker kissed him quickly.]

[Denise watched the video clip, and took another drink.]

Did ya ever think that maybe, just maybe, the fuckers led you to believe there were no cameras there when there were? So they'd know exactly where to expect disallowed shit to go down?

[Parker just stared at the clip. She hadn't looked at these since after Jarod had them delivered to her. He fucking loved to have the copies delivered to her; it was such a twisted game.]

Do you think they fucking lead us to believe it? [Her voice was sharp, angry] We had to find the places where the cameras weren't. We spent time in ducts, in tubes, the fucking Centre has surveillance everywhere. Hell, it's why I had three bug killers in my office.

[She indicated the screen.]

Well, there was clearly a camera there to record this, and they obviously did a great fucking job of making it look like it wasn't. So I'd say yeah, they did that to lead whoever to believe it was a camera-free zone.

That's just like the fucking Centre. They play the biggest fucking games of all. They're the ones who killed my mother, and they kidnapped Jarod and my fucking father he pitted us against each other and now Jarod won't stay out of my life for fifteen fucking minutes. I hadn't thought about him in years.

[Parker got up and started pacing back and forth now.] Years until my father called me at three in the morning when he escaped.

[Denise nods appreciatively.]

Seriously, your life sucked hard. So did they train you just to hunt down escapees early, or did you get a crash course when Jarod escaped?

I went to college and was fucking studying art. After I graduated my father reminded me that the Centre had always been run by a Parker. I had to go back. He started me as a cleaner, then a sweeper, then I was moved to the Tower. Management. When I got the call for Jarod I had my first ulcer and was the head of security.

Edited 2010-07-13 09:16 (UTC)

And...ignoring your father and doing what you wanted was totally out of the question?

Yes, yes it fucking was, okay? You don't just not do things in my family, all right? When my mother stepped out of line, she got fucking shot and my father told me that she had gotten killed for it.

[A blink and a long swing of scotch before she narrowed her eyes at Denise.]

And I'm fine over the fucking fear gas, thanks.

[Denise rolls her eyes.]

You're welcome. Jesus. You gotta remember I was in the infirmary tying down and sedating lunatics all day when that went down. I could barely remember my own damn name, let alone who was there. Sorry, okay?

[She takes another drink. She hasn't hit blackout yet, not even close, and that's her goal. The less she has to remember of being in Drew's body, the better.]

See, if I were you, I would have said 'fuck no' and taken as many as I could down with me--but then again, I kinda lack a healthy level of fear, and it's probably a good thing that you didn't do that.

How much of your life besides college did this shit eat? Y'know, free time, friends, goals, stuff like that.

I fucking saw Raines and my mother dead. [She said the words without emotion.] I thought Adam was Raines, and he was walking toward me and I stabbed him with a serving fork. He did something to make it not so bad.

[Was it easier to talk about stabbing one of your friends and dead mothers then this? Why yes, yes it was. She took a deep drink of the scotch, knowing it was too fast but she didn't care. When she spoke it was angry.]

I love my father. I would have done anything to make him happy. [And she had.]

I had goals. [In the Centre.] And I didn't need friends or free time or anything like that. [Until Tommy.]

I get you love the guy, nothing wrong with that. But for everything you did for him, did he consider what would've made you happy?

[She picked up on the fact that you didn't mention your fiancee, Parker. That's kind of a big deal.]

What about Tommy? Didn't you need him?

Np. [Parker's voice got sharp, and she pointed quickly at Denise.]

Don't you fucking bring him into this. Tommy didn't need me. What the fuck did I get Tommy? I got him dead.

[She closed her eyes for a moment, because she was damn sure she wasn't going to be crying tears from Jarod's eyes]

I didn't bring him into this. [She points at Parker.] YOU brought him into this shit. I'm not saying you meant to--you wanted something normal, and that's not a crime. You just loved the guy. But who brought YOU into this, huh?

[She leaned forward, and it was clear she was about to home in one one point and stick to it.]

Your goddamn father dragged you back in. He didn't think about what you wanted and leave you to your college shit--he used your love for him to get you into a job that required you to hunt people down and kill them for a living, even after what happened to your mom. He brought you back into a world where you can't even fucking love someone without unintentionally painting a huge target on their chest for the rest of your people to see.

[She took another swig.]

There's something really wrong with that shit right there.

Don't fucking talk about my father, Denise. I mean it. [Parker pointed at her warden again, and she was pacing back and forth across the room, her steps uncomfortably longer than they used to be. Her hands settled against her hips, and she came desperately close to grabbing Denise and doing some harm to her.]

My father loves me, and he wants what's best for me. The Centre is my legacy,

Bullshit. If he loves you, it got twisted somewhere along the way, because no good parent should want to leave their kid a legacy of murder and nasty experiments. He should've wanted you to be free of all that shit, because that's what would have been best for you. Being able to love without getting your guy killed, being allowed to pick your own goals, not having to wipe people out for a living. Fuck, are you being willfully ignorant or are you really not getting it?

[She knew Parker was close to the edge, but fuck it. If that's what it took to get through to her, she could exchange a few punches.]

If love is all there was to his motives, Parker, he would have gotten you as far away from there as he could after they killed your mother.

Edited 2010-07-17 08:33 (UTC)

They would have fucking killed me. Don't you get it? My mother had been trying to fucking remove the children and she ended up dead. it wouldn't have matter, if my father had tried to remove me, they would have killed me too.

[She was entirely tense now, her entire body twitching and aching with the need to do violence. Her hands reached for the gun that had so long rested at the base of her spine, but it hadn't been there for a long time.]

My father didn't chose what happened to Tommy, all right? He wouldn't have done that to me. The order came from someone else.]

He did choose to drag you back in after you were done with college, though, didn't he? He could have left you the hell alone, and that's the biggest gift he could have given you: some small chance at a normal life. But he didn't.

[She narrowed her eyes.]

And seriously, he didn't reel you back in out of love, because I've seen what parents'll do when it gets down to the wire. They'll struggle to save their kids even when it's totally pointless and they're both gonna die anyway, because they love 'em too much to just give up. I've seen some of 'em and their kids die on the tables right next to each other, I've seen others DOA, but at least they gave enough of a shit to make the attempt.

[She stopped taking drinks, because she knew she might need to be able to get to her feet quickly.]

Yours? Forget struggling. He didn't even try. And to top it all off, he dragged you back in deeper. He damned you to become what you are now. That's fucking sick.

Shut the fuck up, Denise. [Parker hissed the words between Jarod's teeth, her jaw so tight that it was actually hurting her, The bottle was dropped, but thankfully it had reached the point where it didn't start spilling onto the floor. There was a movement where it looked like Parker was going to not do something stupid, but then she reached over with the intent to grab Denise off her bed by her throat.]

Stop talking about my father.

[Denise let herself be grabbed, something she'd never done before. Not since she first started beating up the girls who made fun of her in kindergarten by telling her to use the boys' restroom...and then the boys for laughing at that. So she let herself be grabbed, but so what? She had her reasons, and she still didn't relax her grip on the bottle of Scotch. She smirked at Parker.]

Nah, that's not gonna happen. See, this is how it works: I'm supposed to make you face shit you don't wanna. Now let go of me before I kick your ass.

Edited 2010-07-17 08:59 (UTC)

[Parker slammed Denise into the wall, and then held her for a moment before she quickly let go. Her hands clenched tightly over one another, and she took a step back.] Get. Out.

[Her voice was harsh and sharp and Parker didn't know what she'd do if Denise didn't leave. Now.]

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