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[yourunichase]

I am in hell. It's official, this is a special special hell that Jarod has set up just to fuck with me. When I find him, I am going to personally rip his special pretender brain off his body and shove it firmly in his candy and toy playing with ass.

If I don't find a cigarette soon, I am going to rip something off the walls climbing them.

Comments

[warmscalpelhigh.livejournal.com]

Calm the fuck down, biatch. Welcome to the Barge.

[yourunichase]

That's Miss Biatch to you, little girl. Now take your tongue back to the corner where it'll do some good.

[warmscalpelhigh.livejournal.com]

Well, well...someone's got her panties in a fucking wad. Pouting, Miss Biatch? Well, it doesn't do much good when you're fucking dead.

[yourunichase]

Why don't you come over here and I'll show you what I can do with your attitude?

[warmscalpelhigh.livejournal.com]

Be careful...I might like it.

[yourunichase]

And why doesn't that surprise me?

[warmscalpelhigh.livejournal.com]

Oh, I bet your so fucking worldly. I bet nothing surprises you anymore.

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

I can offer you a cigarillo.

I'm Sir Integra Hellsing, and you are...?

[yourunichase]

I'll take a cigarillo.

I'm Miss Parker.

Action spam time?

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

Inamte? Well, I suppose it can't hurt. Where are you? I suppose I can bring it...

Re: Action spam time?

[yourunichase]

Inmate I suppose is a good word. Prisoner works. As does universal punching bag. I think... I'm on the sixth floor. Room four. I haven't ventured out.

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

Ah, you're just down the hall. I'll be there in a moment.

Action Spam!

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

[Integra refreshes her supply of cigarillos and adjusts her eyepatch before stepping into the hall and walking the short distance to Miss Parker's room. She raps on the door crisply and waits.]

Re: Action Spam!

[yourunichase]

[Parker looked quickly around the room before there was the knock at the door. One hand smoothly went to her back; it was a practiced measure, a habit born of a life time's action but her hand came back naked. Her pretty face twisted into a scowl as not for the first time she looked around the room for some sort of weapon. God fucking damn, she didn't like this one bit. But the promise of the nicotine was enough to prompt her to carefully open the door. For a moment, all she did was look the woman over before there was a step back and the door swung open. For a moment, she didn't say anything; Parker wasn't good at pleasantries at all.]

Re: Action Spam!

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

[Integra made no pretense of looking the younger woman over in turn. She took out a silver case, flipping it open and extending it in her gloved palm.]

"Welcome to the Barge." [Her smoky voice cut through the silence but heavily. She did not like the necessity of pleasantries anymore than the other woman.]

Re: Action Spam!

[yourunichase]

[There was a light in Parker's eyes as she saw the tubes of tobacco that were nestled so inside that silver case. Once upon a time she had tried to quit, and she had lasted two days before Jarod had a carton of her brand delivered to her hotel room. Bastard. One tube was taken and she pressed it to her mouth, while her other hand moved towards her breast for a lighter. Right, something else she was missing. Vacant gesture towards the end of the cigarillo before she finally spoke.] Thank you. [The words were hard for Parker; she normally never thanked anyone for anything.]

Re: Action Spam!

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

[Integra lit the fag with her father's lighter. She waved her hand, as if waving away any sense of a small debt. And before she lit her own, she looked about the room.]

"Mm. I'm sure you're wondering what's going on."

Re: Action Spam!

[yourunichase]

[Parker inhaled the smoke and closed her eyes. Ah, bliss. This was pure and unadulterated bliss. In one, out two before she opened her eyes once more. The tobacco restored her pleasant personality and she smiled a thin, crocodile smile.]

"That's a polite way of putting it."

Re: Action Spam!

[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

"I've been told the English have a way of putting many things politely."

[Integra shrugged. She moved the cigarillo the the edge of her lips and let it hang, smoke curling upwards. The woman was curious enough; Integra could appreciate the need for a smoke above anything else.]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

This is not hell.

[yourunichase]

Riiiiiiiiiggghhhhhttttt

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

It isn't! I am no liar.

[yourunichase]

Oh, I believe that.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I know exactly where I am, and who I am. Who are you?

[yourunichase]

I know who I am. I'm Miss Parker. Who the hell are you?