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.

Comments

[yourunichase]

Would you rather I took it out on someone fucking else?

Not fucking soon enough.

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

No. On second thought... ignore what I said. Have at the furniture. It probably deserved it anyway.

[yourunichase]

God damn it, Ned, don't fucking do that. Why aren't you pissed about this. Didn't you fucking change too?

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I turned into someone I liked - like, that is. Not someone I never wanted to see again.

Uh, is there anything I do to help? Do you need anything?

[yourunichase]

No. I'm fine. I have scotch.

Thank you.