How's life treating you?

[Private to Parker]
Where the fuck are you?

[Private to Kay]
I need a list of what's missing from your safe. I want to make sure she didn't keep anything after her little trip.

[Private to Paddy]
You're going to be down two people for dinner. Sorry about it.

...Tomorrow too.

I don't know who took me, and took all of these pictures of my mother wearing weird clothing, and with weird things. [Parker holds up a picture of Catherine who looks, well, just like Parker only with 1960s hair and holding a baby. She then compares it with a picture of Parker herself wearing a red leather suit standing next to her father.]

My Daddy's Mr. Parker. [Oh, the pride and respect and importance she puts on this name.] He's going to be really mad when he finds out about this.

[Her voice drops.]

You won't like it when my Daddy gets angry. [Her voice goes into a little whisper.] He might give you to Doctor Raines. [Raines here is like a terrible, terrible curse word, or the bogeyman or both]

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.]

[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.]

[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?

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.]

[A whirl and a moment before Catherine starts speaking. Her voice is much warmer and nicer than Parker's is.]

Hello. I think I'm doing this right. My name is Catherine Parker, and I'm here about my daughter, [and here there is an odd noise of perhaps dropping the journal and Parker's name is completely lost to the ether.] Can someone tell me how she is?