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

[vampish_aleera]

You remember much of her?

[yourunichase]

Just what you've told me.

[vampish_aleera]

You were not here during her time?

She was an innocent soul... Perhaps too much so for here.

[yourunichase]

No. She left just before I fucking got here. God damn. I've been here for nearly a fucking year.

[vampish_aleera]

You make it seem longer, my love.

[yourunichase]

Yeah, because of my good fucking humor.

[vampish_aleera]

I really am quite sorry...

[yourunichase]

Look, you didn't fucking do it, all right? Don't me fucking sorry.

[vampish_aleera]

But I wish to soothe you.

[yourunichase]

You can't soothe me right now. You can't fucking undo this, and every time I fucking look down, he's fucking here.

[vampish_aleera]

But I can comfort

Yes...

[yourunichase]

Later, all right?