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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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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.]

[No playful wording this time. Denise straightened and stared her inmate down. She knew things had entered dangerous territory, but aggression was something she knew how to handle. This was the closest she'd come to getting something through Parker's head and she wasn't letting that go.]

No. You need to deal with this shit and you need to do it now. You know what? I think you're pissed because I'm hitting on something you don't want to acknowledge.

Edited 2010-07-17 09:11 (UTC)

My father loved me. I wasn't fucking kidding when I said it was a legacy. For generations the Parkers ran the Centre. Generations. He raised me the best way he knew how after my mother died. He loved me and cared for me and he raised me to be strong and to not have to deal with shit like this.

He raised me to be strong and powerful and not to back down. And it was good til Jarod fucked everything up.

Don't give me that. Legacies are bullshit when they force your kids to scrub people out like they've never existed...when they consist of experimenting on kids your own daughter's age. He cared more about some bullshit legacy than the impact it was having on you, for chrissakes.

[She took a step towards Parker.]

Maybe that's the best way he knew how, but there's no way he didn't also know that he was screwing you up in the process, or that he was dragging you back in long after you needed to be there. He screwed you over royally, and you're still blaming all your problems on a guy who'd been experimented on as a child and deserved to be out from under your Centre's thumb for once in his damn life. And y'know what? I'm here to clean up that fucking mess and make you function, not daddy, so I'm the one who decides what you have to deal with.

[When Denise took a step forward, Parker took a step back. It was an unlikely thing to do for Parker, and she was quite certain that Denise would know that. She was going to do some incredible violence to her warden if she didn't back the fuck off. She took a deep breath.]

My mother died trying to save Jarod! Trying to save me. That's why it's his fault. If she hadn't tried, Mama would have taken me away from there!

Your mother was fucking...

[What's the word she's looking for, what is it...OH THERE IT IS. It's not a word she ever uses.]

Noble. She had a shitload of sympathy, and your father should've had it too. She died doing the right thing. She did the right thing trying to save him, and she failed and died. That sucks, it's tragic, it shouldn't have happened. But she didn't give up and let them fuck with an innocent kid's head because she figured it was hopeless. You think your mom would want you to blame Jarod after what she went through to save him? Do ya? 'Cause I seriously doubt it. It's like saying she sacrificed herself for nothing, and that's pretty damn insulting to her memory.

[Another step forward. She hasn't missed Parker regressing to calling her mother "Mama," and if Denise needs to bully and crack her to make her acknowledge the point about her mother and Jarod, so be it. It's the only way she knows.]

She died trying to get Jarod and you out, and that's more loving than anything your father ever did for you.

Don't you talk about my mother. [Parker just shut down at that point. The frost queen exterior had formed over Jarod's normally warn brown eyes, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest quickly. There was only one person she allowed to talk about her mother, and he was most definitely not here at the moment. Well, he was but he wasn't.]

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