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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.

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[yourunichase]

But mulling was something that Parker did too well. Mulling was like fitting together pieces of a pull, clues on the chase. Mulling and thinking went hand in hand, and really they were Parker's default setting over the past two years. At the mention of the Gargoyle, lips twisted into a sneer.

"A short man, bald with big ears. Wheezy. Has an overall air of menace and hissing like a snake."

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[Integra recognized the expression. She had seen it before on countless faces...some of which were undead. She took a moment to savor the taste of the tobacco before speaking again.]

"Mm, if he is here, I have not met him. Might I ask what you might have done to end up here?"

[She was fully prepared for Parker not to tell her. It was neither here nor there, but Integra was mildly curious.]

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[yourunichase]

The sneer deepened into a full out frown. A part of her was glad that he wasn't present so far, but a part of her was pissed that she should end up here and not him. Raines did things far worse then anything she could have considered. But that was neither here nor there.

"What I had too." The words were spoken in a simple tone. "Like everyone else here, I'm sure." The second sentence was spoken in a more sarcastic tone.

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[cigarillosnguns.livejournal.com]

"Mm."

Integra wondered just where the Admiral saw the difference. She had done her share of killing, but was it different because it was in the name of God and country?

"You'll be assigned a warden soon enough."

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[yourunichase]

"So what does a warden do, exactly? Do they sit around and hold my hand while I bitch about what a horrible life I've had?" Parker's voice was dripping when she spoke the words.