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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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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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."

[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."

"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.]

"I've been told the English can be a real pain in the ass. In the nicest possible way, of course."

[Crocodile smile again, as she thought about Syd for a moment, and how he had ranted about the English. Another drag on the odd smoke.]

"So, tell me about this heap."

"Mm. Of course."

[Integra took the cigarillo between two of her fingers with careless ease.]

"You are presumably here because of something you did in your past life...something that must be atoned for. In short, you're dead, Miss Parker, and you can make up for whatever it was you did and move on or...stay here endlessly, I suppose."

[She might have likened it to Purgatory, but Integra preferred not to reference anything related to Catholicism.]

"Atoned for?" The tone was sharp and questioning before she took a long inhalation of the cigarillo. She was dead and now she was stuck here. Wasn't hell my ass. A part of Parker wanted to protest that she hadn't done anything all that bad, but... "So why did I get chosen? I know some real fucking bastards who should have died in that explosion." Jarod wasn't whom she meant, nor was Sydney... but Raines should have a place in the next cell over. "Is the fucking Gargoyle here?"

"Who knows why the Admiral chooses those he does. It's best not to waste time mulling over it."

[Integra canted her head. Her cigarillo was nearly done, so she let it burn out before flicking it into a wastepaper bin. She took out another and lit it immediately.]

"The Gargoyle?"

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."

[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.]

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.

"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."

"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.

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