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I hate floods like this. I've just got this weird fucking feeling in my stomach that I'm going to hate it more once I get wherever the fuck it's telling me to go.

[John, Parker's looking for ya and being an angry bitch about it. Sorry.]

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I just got this kin'a itchy feelin'. I think we need't meet.

Edited 2010-09-25 19:04 (UTC)

Oh fantastic. Where the fuck are you?

I'm headin' upstairs, 'm on the stairwell b'tween four'n five right now.

[And Parker didn't even say anything in response to it. Hell, she almost dropped her journal as she was compelled to quickly tear out her door (leaving it open) and heading down to the stairwell. Her face was a grimace when she finally caught up to him. And she winced. ]

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.

[John raised an eyebrow and looked something confused as he touched his hat in acknowledgment.]

Howdy. I'm afraid I ain't knowin' you yet.

Parker. I was Angie's friend during the damn Carnival flood.

[She looked at him and rolled her eyes when he touched his hat. Oh good, she had to get some god damn dirty, smelly cowboy and not someone who makes more fucking sense like Paddy.]

I cannot wait to graduate so I can punch the Admiral in the face.

[John nods quietly, now that she mentions it, her face is more familiar. Her comments made him glower at her.[

Right.

[Parker scowled right back at him.]

I fucking hate this barge.

[And then she tried to move beyond their five foot circle and quickly her body turned around quite clearly without her consent.]

What. The. Fuck.

[John frowned at her when she suddenly turned back around.]

Don't s'pose that was you comin' back to tell me some'n, was it.

Yeah, yeah it fucking was.

[Parker scowled even harder and she quickly started to pace back and forth, but every time she took one step beyond that barrier, she was quickly turned towards him again. That made her heels hit the floor even harder.]

You try to fucking move.

[John puts a hand to his chin, thinking on what they could even do about the situation. After a couple times of her passing the barrier, he started to feel a subtle pain in his back, growing with each time she passed the barrier. At her suggestion, he shrugged and took a step outside of the five-foot radius. Immediately that pain doubled and he stumbled back toward her.]

Ah, goddammit!

[He pressed one of his gloved hands to his back, but couldn't feel the pain anymore.]

[When he stumbled back in towards her, Parker grimaced. She wanted to kick something and she wanted to do it now. It wasn't as if the people leaving was bad enough, no, no, no now there was fucking this. She threw up her hands for a moment and then muttered quickly.]

Well, isn't this fucking perfect. I'm not staying in the fucking hallway forever. Where do you want to go?

[She didn't want him in her room, and she didn't want to go to his. Dirty god damn cowboy.]

[John grumbled a few curses to himself as he gathered himself more fully.]

I was thinkin' the CES, 'less you got a better idea.

[His own room was something of a mess right now but he didn't want to take a lady there.]

CES will be fucking fine.

[She wanted to mention the pub, but she didn't want to wait to find Denise to let her ass in. With her luck, she'd be connected to someone like Jarod and it would be a complete fucking pain in the ass that she didn't want. Quickly, Parker started to take three steps away from him, and then she remembered the invisible leash that was somehow connected to her brain.]

We fucking walk in tandem, alright?

[John couldn't help but chuckle a little and nod.]

Sure thing, ma'am. I ain't goin' nowhere far.

[And he began to head back toward the stairs, on his way to the CES, expecting her to move alongside him.]

[Parker tended to walk quickly, and she was working on matching her pace to his. Oh god this was humiliating. It made her want to punch something. There had been a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of her gray suit, and she quickly lit one, not giving a fuck if he didn't want her to smoke. When they couldn't go more than five feet from one another, it didn't matter.]

[John looked over at her cigarette and the lighter. He'd never seen something like that before and when he pulled out his own shitty cigarettes and his matchbook, he looked decidedly puzzled.]

That one'a them new inventions?

[Of course, how could she forget? Rolling her eyes quickly, Parker flicked open the silver zippo again.]

Yeah, one of those new inventions. Like shampoo. It's called a lighter.

[Parker's trying to be actually nice here, but kinda sorta failing at it.]

[John glanced at it before back up at Parker with a grunt.]

I prefer matches.

Wind can blow them out, and I always fucking lose them.

[The words were muttered quickly before they hit the door to the CES.]

And they suck in the rain or if you need an instant flashlight.

What is this one? I don't feel any different.

Something where you can't be more than five fucking feet away from people. I'm with a dirty fucking cowboy.

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