Video.

Oct. 30th, 2010 04:11 am
yourunichase: (Default)
This place keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.


[Have Parker as Alice in the blue dress looking a bit confused.]
yourunichase: (sleep)
[There is a click and a movement, because Parker's come back with her journal in her hand, and has accidentally turned it on as she pulled her hand closer to her face. Her voice is a still sleeping mumble.]

Goodbye, Tommy.

[And then she stretched and looks toward the window and realizes... that's not her view.]

What the fucking hell?

[The communicator is dropped onto the floor and Parker moves over in PJs to try to open the window and can't clearly.]

Where the fuck am I?

[Barge amnesea will only last until she sees someone she knows. Then there will probably be more spam later when she talks to someone about how this place changed her so much she couldn't kill Brigitte. ]

Audio.

Oct. 19th, 2010 03:17 am
yourunichase: (joy)
You know, as far as ports go, that was quite probably the best damn one there's ever been. Admiral, I know you did New York at Christmas, so let's plan on doing that again.

Granted, getting my costume while drunk was god damn hilarious, but it's not like I'm ever going to need to wear it again.

Also if anyone even looks at my Chinese food in the freezer, I'm going to rip their god damn lungs out with my bar ha--

[And then her post is cut off, and Parker poofs for her final canon review. When she comes back on Thursday, she'll be all ready to graduate. If you wanna come and have someone see why the audio is still running in her room, awesome. If not that's awesome too. Oh! She'll have one day of amnesia, but it'll be fine.]
yourunichase: (WHAT?!)
Is anyone else just fucking waiting for zombies to come out?

By the way, I may need someone to bail my ass out if one more stupid fundamentalist tells me or some kid that they're going to hell again. Right now I'm in a bar. Anyone want a drink?

And I'm not wearing a fucking costume.
yourunichase: (considering)
God fucking damn it. Why do I feel like I haven't moved in weeks? What the fuck? Why the hell do I need to have to deal with a fucking flood in addition to all of you lovely people?

What the fucking hell?

[Edited after learning of her two week absence.]

Alright, what the fuck have I missed while I've been gone. Where the hell is Paddy?

[Parker's back because I fail at making sure I have the source material for her canon update and because Hulu switched over to season 1 rather then four without announcing they were gonna be do doing it. Derp. She'll be going off again sometime next week. Also, clearly affected as hell.]
yourunichase: (bitch far away)
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.]
yourunichase: (do I look happy)
Well, it could have been worse.

Funny, you would have thought I'd forgotten how to do that when I became myself but I didn't.

So, everyone back in one piece? Genius boy, you fuck off too?

Angelica, you okay?
yourunichase: (flood: sword swallower)
I'm going to find whoever took my 11 incher and I'm going to shove it so far up their ass!

[Parker is a sword swallower who's been with the carnival for two years. Everyone just calls her 'Parker'. And she totally doesn't bother with filters]
yourunichase: (parker syd)
Does anyone else have a weird sense of waiting for something?

[Private to Paddy and Judas, separate-like]

Doing better?

[Private to Aleera]

I wanna talk to you about something?

[Private to Denise.]

So what the hell do I need to do to graduate?

[Private to Jarod-voice.]

Are you alive, wonderboy?
yourunichase: (bad sign)
Dear Admiral Fuckup:

You're a sadistic bastard. I hope you know that.

[Private to Laura.]

How are you doing since we got back? Do you wanna... have a drink or something?

[Separate Privates to Parker's people: Adam, Malc, Irene, Bela, Ned, Aleera, Jarod, more people that my brain is blanking on. If you think you should be here, ya are.]

Are you alive and out there?

Voice.

Aug. 21st, 2010 05:22 pm
yourunichase: (gun)
One fucking person calls me Catherine Lyle, and I'll personally remove your larynx with a spoon and a smile.

Right, where the fuck are my people? Denise, Jarod, Green, Jude, Mulder, check in please.

I wanna get out of here.

Laura, you're Paddy's inmate, right?

[Parker is totally pacing in one of the rooms, but she's not stupid enough to go below alone. Spam this up if ya wanna. I may be going out for a bit this evening, but I'll tag when I get back.]
yourunichase: (become like this)
You know, I really don't feel affected this time. Thank god for that, I'm sick of the Admiral's bad driving skills.

[Parker is affected as hell. By the way, if your characters ask her her first name (which they will) her response will always get staticed or somehow drowned out. Otherwise, have at.]
yourunichase: (phone)
[Filtered to Paddy, Billy and Judas.]

We should do something, you know together.

Other than quitting smoking.

[Private to Jarod, voice.]

Ring ring.

58. Poker.

Aug. 8th, 2010 01:29 am
yourunichase: (hair)
I'm bored. Who wants poker?

[Added later]

8 in the dining hall.
yourunichase: (WHAT?!)
[Those people on the sixth level might here a large amount of swearing and possibly things getting kicked around. People who know her probably get why this is a huge deal.]

[Multiple people checking in is totally chill.]
yourunichase: (smokey)
You've got to be kidding me. A year. I've been here a year. What has a year gotten me? Five wardens, a fucking boatload of trauma and bullshit. The only good thing about this place is that people from home aren't here.

And I'm not a fucking vampire. God damn floods.
yourunichase: (eyes)
[Parker is sitting in front of her vanity mirror, and the camera is on her reflection. She keeps staring into her reflection.]

Do I look... pale to you?

[Parker doesn't look any paler than normal, but yay paranoia flood. She either thinks she's pregnant or a vampire or I don't know pregnant with a vampire. Possibly all at the same time. ]
yourunichase: (teen!parker:bad ass)
[Video. Parker is clearly standing on her bunk, and she looks vaguely unnerved. Her voice is a low whisper.]

Um. I don't wanna be a brat or anything... but is it possible to change cabins? I think there's something under my sheets.

[Is that a rustling? Why yes it is. The camera dart down to the foot of the bed and is turned off with a little squeak that could either be girl or something else. Parker has the great misfortune to be in the Marquis's cabin.]
yourunichase: (arm)
Fuck this place. Fuck it so hard.

[Parker has been watching the old vids of SIMs that Jarod's sent her over the ages, so she's in a pretty bad place at the moment. Bother her.]
yourunichase: (Jarod-Steepled)
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.
yourunichase: (ready to fight)
Another fucking murder. It must be Friday. Jesus, what the fuck ever happened to TGIF guys?

[Private to Commodus.]

You stay the fuck away from Judas or I'll make you wish you had.

[Added to Aleera after Paddy spoke.]

So, are you pissed at me too?
yourunichase: (flood:peeking)
[See Parker, see Parker looking adorable. See Parker looking adorable and squeaking for only animals to understand.]

Not even one fucking word.

[For those of you wondering Thisis what she is. Try that on her, though. I dare ya.]
yourunichase: (sleep)
[Parker is a bit drunk. More than a bit. She's sitting on her bed in silk PJs, and there's clearly a glass in her hand. Next to her elbow is a picture of Little Miss Parker with her mother... whom she looks just like, so yeah, feel free to notice that the kid was her.]

So, is the entire fucking barge having god damn nightmares or is it just me?
yourunichase: (Parker/scotch otp!)
Dear all you fucking idiots:

You are drunk as a result of a flood. Shut the fuck up about it. No one wants to fucking hear you rant, whine, bitch, moan or giggle.

Spare us. The next person who gets all weepy drunk is going to feel my shoe touch their liver.
yourunichase: (Centre)
[Private to Morgan]

All right, are you fucking dead or something? Where the hell have you been?
yourunichase: (broken)
[There' a little click followed by the sound of satin sheets rustling and then a small, hopeful, sleepy voice.] Tommy?

[A little pause and then there is a large gasp before Parker starts yelling and raging and...sounding tearful?.] NO! No you have got be fucking kidding me. No. Damn it, I fucking got shot for my fucking father wasn't that enough?

I don't want to fucking be here anymore!

Damn it. Damn it. I want...

[Parker had gotten up to pace at this point and then she found the letter from Paddy.] No. Fuck you.

[And then a crunching sound as Parker threw the new communicator thing against the wall.]

43-Denial.

May. 18th, 2010 12:47 am
yourunichase: (drinking)
Just so everyone fucking knows: that didn't fucking happen. No really, it just didn't.

If you call me Catherine I'll hit you so hard that your brain forgets it has speech centers.

Still... it was a fucking good time.

A good time we're never talking about again.
yourunichase: (swing)
I really don't know what people are freaking out so much for. Just sit back and enjoy the drinks.
yourunichase: (alone)
Where the fuck is Rube? No really. Where the fuck is Rube? If that fucking asshole has killed him, I'm going to fucking make him into god damn fucking dinner, I don't give a fuck.

Stupid fucking crazy fuckers doing crazy shit and people fucking leaving. I fucking hate this fucking place.

[Private, but hackable.]

Everyone. Always. Leaves. You should fucking know this Parker. Fuck this place.

[Parker doesn't handle losing people well at all, and it's now McCoy, Aleera (in her mind) Paddy talking about leaving, the kid thing, and now both Rube and Paddy and yeah... bad. She is probably going to get into a fight if anyone's interested.]
yourunichase: (become like this)
Yes I remember my fucking name.

No you cannot fucking call me Angel.

Denise, I want a fucking drink and I want it now. Paddy, Malcolm, anyone else fucking want one too?

[Private to Five.]

[Something was here, but now it's not.]

[Private to Ned.]

[Something was here, but now it's not.]
yourunichase: (baby parker black and white)
[A hesitant little voice]

Sydney? Daddy? Jarod? Angelo? Sam?

...

Mama?

I don't think I'm at the Centre anymore... there are pictures of my mama here. Is she here?
yourunichase: (can't stop me)
Denise, I want to go to the pub. I'm not going to fucking get drunk, I'm not an idiot, but I want to go and be social. I hate April and think I deserve it.
yourunichase: (lonely)
[Barge Filter]
Only the fucking Master could fucking find a place and make it fucking worse than the barge. You almost need to fucking respect him fucking for it.

Has anyone fucking seen McCoy? I think I need a fucking Doctor.

Private
It's fucking awkward that by the fucking Barge's clock, my mother has now been fucking dead longer than I've been alive.

I fucking hate April 14th. I fucking hate it a lot.

[Parker's got an ulcer. Her ulcer is currently bleeding. This may or may not killer; I haven't decided yet.]
yourunichase: (hair)
This fucking hurts. What the fucking fuck? I feel like my motherfucking...

Right. Fucking ash. Lemme tell you something, you fucker who did this: I am going to find you and make it so that your teeth go flying out the back of your motherfucking skull and then I'm going to collect them, make fucking buttons and then when you come back to life, I'm going to skin you and use it to make a new fucking coat and put your teeth buttons on it.

I need more fucking pain meds. This hurts like a bastard.

...

How can this be fucking worse than being burnt to fucking death?

35.

Mar. 8th, 2010 01:05 am
yourunichase: (hunteress)
Well wasn't that fucking fun? See Admiral, this is what fucking happens when there's not a fucking pub on board. Bullshit fucking drama meetings.

Private to Denise

I got into a fucking fight. Sorry. Lock me fucking up if you have to.

Filtered to Denise and McCoy
I broke Statler's nose. He was fucking bragging about how he could steal shit from the infirmary and how he was hoarding pills. Maybe you should make that a little fucking harder this time?
yourunichase: (Watching)
Well thank fucking god that's over. At least I can leave my room without having to worry about friends people I know punching me in the fucking face.

Denise, I need more fucking smokes.

33-Lol boy

Feb. 26th, 2010 03:41 pm
yourunichase: (gender swap)
How can I fucking be more girly as a fucking man. I don't get it.

Also, someone give me a fucking suit.
yourunichase: (Watching)
I don't give a flying fuck about whoever the fuck it is that has everyone in a fucking uproar. It's just one more twisted fuck in an already fucked assortment.

BUT TO FUCKING CLOSE THE FUCKING PUB IS FUCKING GOD DAMN BULLSHIT.

Dear Admiral,

FUCK YOU.

Edited Private to the Manly men gang.

Poker?
yourunichase: (lonely)
This fucking place is too fucking quiet. Why aren't more of you fucking bitching about the port? I can't believe there's this little whining.

[OOC: In the interest of plotting, remember this book? So in the library. If you want your character to find it go nuts. I've decided he totally calls her Miss Parker in the text of The Loneliest Valentine
yourunichase: (Hunting season)
Oh fucking fuck this place. I am going to the nearest fucking pub and am not fucking movie until I fall off a stool or the Admiral fucking brings us back.

Also, fuck these stupid fucking hearts.

[OOC: Wanna bother her? Spam her here!]
yourunichase: (lonely)
Christ, I should have fucking known something like this would have fucking happened as soon as that fucking Doctor chick mentioned it. God. Fucking ports. There's only been one fucking good one and I missed it.

All I know is that there better be a big, fucking bar.

I fucking hate this fucking holiday. At least there's no fucking Jarod this year.

[ooc: Last Valentine's for Parker? Jarod wrote a romance novel about her. Yeah. You can find the episode here on hulu. The end of The Loneliest Valentine goes:

"She felt consumed by a greater void--a dark and silent abyss as terrifying as the grand palace around her. But somewhere in the chilling blackness she caught a glimpse of a light. She remembered a time--the precocious little girl with a heart full of fire, a soul inflamed by passion and a smile that could melt winter into spring.

But the light was gone. The flame had died. Her past was taken from her by the soldiers of the great palace.

She would continue searching, hoping to rekindle the fire. Until then, she would always be the saddest little valentine."
yourunichase: (smoking)
This has to be the most retarded fucking idea I've ever heard. Seriously. You people all need to shut the fuck up.

Private to Inmates:

Try going after me and I'll fucking remove your balls with my bare fucking hands. What the fuck are you fucks thinking?
yourunichase: (smoking)
What the fucking fuck. Lyle is my brother? The fucking scumbag hit on me.

I'm going to go back and shoot off his fucking scrotum for this.


[ooc: Parker opened the letter from her mother, but isn't really any better for it. Yet. Maybe. But she found out just before she "died" that she had a twin who was taken away at their birth. The Centre is fucked up. And, he's a murderous douchebag whom she already wants to kill, and has tried to kill her multiple times.]
yourunichase: (Hunting season)
So many fucking people leaving, so many new people fucking coming. I feel like I don't know who half the fuck you are anymore.

But if one more fucking person starts whining, I'm going to shove my heel into your ass up to my fucking ankle and make you lick it off.

Private to West.

You and me need to have a chat. An in person.

Private to McCoy

Sorry I missed your birthday. Happy fucking birthday or something.
yourunichase: (parker)
Well now that this fucking flood is over, I'm going to get good and god damn drunk. While everyone else blah blah blah emotional bullshit over it, I'll be in the fucking pub.

[Edited sometime later.]

God fucking damn it. Someone come and let me into the fucking bar?

[OOC: Parker still has her gun, but unlike Charlie, she's not gonna be announcing it. Just in case someone wants to remember!]
yourunichase: (Hunting season)
Look, if you're going to get McCoy, I want in. I mean it. You're going to need all the help you can get.

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