[ Parker wants nothing to do with this. Not once it crossed her mind that there is a mission at hand, or rather, that there is any accomplishment in following directives. Not that have been any directives, but the point is, she doesn't want to care for the missions, really doesn't want to care if things go wrong or not. What she wants, however, is answer. No bullshit about them either. And she has the feeling anything she asks is going to be dismissed - she is going to be dismissed. She supposes she's not important enough for these assholes.
That's fine. They aren't important to her either. She has always taken matters into her own hands, she isn't stopping now and if she wants answers, this is as good of a starting point as any.
Getting inside the building undetected was not easy, but it was not unfamiliar. If anything, it is the most familiar thing she has done in this place. What isn't is the feeling that spreads over her when something goes wrong and it's weird an disgusting and it's not hers and she wants to peel it off of her. Focus, very hard, on getting it off her head. Blocking out everything. This extension is not part of her. This is not her.
It takes her a while to get used to it, trying to focus on other things. It doesn't help there's some idiot shouting in her head and it's an added effort to keep it out.
Maybe this combination of too many things in her brain is what makes the tackle so surprising. Which is only another reason to absolutely hate this whole thing, can't focus, someone always barging in, and so she will keep trying to push it all away, put up walls, block off everyone.
Parker grunts as she hits the floor, ready to stab her knife in the holster of her leg under the ribs of her attacker, but stops when she recognises the young woman on top of her. It annoys her more when there's her voice in her head, now louder, and she grits her teeth under her hand. It's very unkind, the way she tries to shove her out, even worse what she does actually physically shove her off of her. Lifts her hips up, using the momentum to roll them to the side and ending on top of her, pushing her down on the floor. Teeth gritted, face too close for comfort.
Don't tell her what to do. ]
Get the fuck out of my head.
[ And she doesn't let her say anything else as she pushes herself off to her feet and slams herself against the wall as the footsteps become quicker, Who's there! as the guard appears around the corner, gun pointed at Angel on the floor. But before he can do anything, Parker slides up behind him, quick and vicious, pulling his head back and an arm around his throat, crushing it under her arm. He gags, trying to claw at her face, but she keeps distant from him until he finally stops and passes out. She drops him on the floor and he falls limp and useless.
Parker crouches to pick up his rifle, swinging it over her shoulder. Glaring at her as she does. ]
( ii. - b )
That's fine. They aren't important to her either. She has always taken matters into her own hands, she isn't stopping now and if she wants answers, this is as good of a starting point as any.
Getting inside the building undetected was not easy, but it was not unfamiliar. If anything, it is the most familiar thing she has done in this place. What isn't is the feeling that spreads over her when something goes wrong and it's weird an disgusting and it's not hers and she wants to peel it off of her. Focus, very hard, on getting it off her head. Blocking out everything. This extension is not part of her. This is not her.
It takes her a while to get used to it, trying to focus on other things. It doesn't help there's some idiot shouting in her head and it's an added effort to keep it out.
Maybe this combination of too many things in her brain is what makes the tackle so surprising. Which is only another reason to absolutely hate this whole thing, can't focus, someone always barging in, and so she will keep trying to push it all away, put up walls, block off everyone.
Parker grunts as she hits the floor, ready to stab her knife in the holster of her leg under the ribs of her attacker, but stops when she recognises the young woman on top of her. It annoys her more when there's her voice in her head, now louder, and she grits her teeth under her hand. It's very unkind, the way she tries to shove her out, even worse what she does actually physically shove her off of her. Lifts her hips up, using the momentum to roll them to the side and ending on top of her, pushing her down on the floor. Teeth gritted, face too close for comfort.
Don't tell her what to do. ]
Get the fuck out of my head.
[ And she doesn't let her say anything else as she pushes herself off to her feet and slams herself against the wall as the footsteps become quicker, Who's there! as the guard appears around the corner, gun pointed at Angel on the floor. But before he can do anything, Parker slides up behind him, quick and vicious, pulling his head back and an arm around his throat, crushing it under her arm. He gags, trying to claw at her face, but she keeps distant from him until he finally stops and passes out. She drops him on the floor and he falls limp and useless.
Parker crouches to pick up his rifle, swinging it over her shoulder. Glaring at her as she does. ]
Are you going to stay there like an idiot?