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.

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Private.

[yourunichase]

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.]

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Private.

[yourunichase]

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.]

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Private.

[yourunichase]

[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.

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

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

Private.

[yourunichase]

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