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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 fucking look like a man.

Get your ass up here, you can take some of mine.

I'm fucking Jarod.

Bring me some I'm not going out in the fucking hallways like this.

I noticed that one.

Fuck, he followed you here n'all, didn't he?

...point. I'll be down in a minute.

Did you miss the part about him following me fucking everywhere. God fucking damn it.

I need booze to, Paddy. Fucking loads of it.

No, I fucking didn't. I'm just sorta... amused he actually managed to get his ass here in some form or another.

...I'll see what I can pull.

Good.

Better this than him fucking actually here. At least now it's like stalking my god damn self.

Best stalker ever, mind.

[And then he arrives at her door minutes later, some clothes and a half empty bottle of gin in his hand. It was the first thing he found.]

[That might have made her smile, actually, but she didn't say anything about it when he arrived at her door. Granted, she had forgone the suit (her poor suit) and put her robe on, but she really would have preferred... not to be Jarod, however you sliced it. She opened the door quickly, and her room was a bit of a wreck now, the only men's clothing she'd had was Tommy's shirt and there was no fucking way that was going to be touching Jarod's skin.]

[Paddy didn't say anything either, simply thrust the neatly folded pile of his clothes at her and gave her a slight smile,] So, all my fucking efforts not to ruin one of your suits have gone to waste. [He was trying to make a joke out of it, at least for now, so she didn't get too... bothered by it.]

[Parker took the clothes and the half bottle of gin, there was a ghost of a smile when he said that, and she looked over a the suit in question that was currently a heap on the floor.]

Looks like I'm going to need to find some sick fuck who can fucking sew.

Have fun digging out a sick fuck good with a needle, then. [He shrugged,] Though, I figure some of the fucking doctors about here'll know how to sew.

Yeah, because the Doctors are going to care about my fucking suit. [Parker groaned and walked over to the pile and kicked it good and hard, sending it scattering about her room.]

Paddy, you know I like you, but I think you need to go the fuck away.

[Yes, this was code for she didn't want to fight with you when she was spoiling for a fight.]

[Paddy swallowed hard and had a quick look around, at the situation in front of him,] I... go fucking punch something inanimate. If you want to fucking talk, you know where I am.

[It seemed like the sensible thing to do right now.]

I already did that. [Parker said quickly and snappily, not because she was angry with him, but because she was angry at the situation. She really, really didn't want to be in Jarod's form and even worse she didn't want to be around Paddy (or anyone) in it.]

[Paddy, at that, backed off,] Alright, you. Don't go taking it out on anyone who doesn't deserve this shit. I might have to take your big manly self down for that.

[He gave her a slight smirk, but made a definite move towards the door. He wasn't stupid.]

[Parker grinned at him, Jarod's grin and it hurt her face.]

Don't make me kick your ass, Paddy-cakes. Now get the fuck out. I need to change.

See ya, then. [He turned and left, giving her a fake salute as he did.]

Asshole. [She spoke quickly, and not unfondly when he left, and then slammed the door shut behind him.]

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