How's life treating you?

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Awesome. I cannot fucking wait to get a warden so I can fucking graduate from here and I don't need to be around you losers.

Filtered to the people whom she knows are unaffected, based on Inara's forthcoming post, and inmates from Swing's filter.

I'm still me. Apparently people think I'm going to graduate. Do not fuck this up. Let them think it. If you see me in the hallways, treat me like you normally would. I've got a gun, I've got access to food and am going to stop by and bring some to where you are.

If I know you, I'll try to protect you as best I can. Keep your fucking heads down, and I know it's hard for you... but for fuck's sake, try not to do anything stupid. I know it'll be fucking hard for you, but I don't wanna have to deal with this.

Private to McCoy

I'm out wandering and I'm armed if you need me. I'm not giving it up when this is over, though.

[ooc: Anyone wanna run into Parker?]

Fuck this whole fucking shit.

Private to Jessica.
I need a fucking gun. I swear I'll give it back when this is over, but I want it to defend myself. I... I can't be undefended.

Private to Prefect
So that favor? I need a knife or a gun, something to defend myself from this bullshit. Fighting skills aren't gonna cover it.

(ooc: Parker punched her mirror when it started talking, mangling her hand a bit and added to the blood total before she gathered it up and left it outside her door as well. More carefully wrapped up and inside a drawer is her mother's silver hand mirror. She couldn't blame herself to break it.)

So Katie left. Why doesn't that surprise me?

Good to know I still have it.