i thought bad things only happened to good people

[inflori]

CHARACTERS: Conchita | unfavoured and Shitbaby | inflori
WHERE: Subspace, where else
WHEN: lol what are timelines
SUMMARY: time to shit on each other
WARNINGS: all of them.

[ It's shocking, but true: Petre doesn't spend every single second playing Bout It Out, or screaming at people he doesn't like. Sometimes he goes out to have some real fun with real things, spending serious cash at the fancy shopping center, or spending a little less cash when he goes to the very welcoming Subspace. The only reason he considers it welcoming is because several people know him by now; they consider his occasional sharp fangs and black eyes amazing bodymods, and can't get enough of how much of an unrepentant asshole he is (with a mean right-hook to match).

One of his favorite things about Concordia so far? All the food he gets to try. (that includes people AHEM) Today's edition has him walking around a dodgy street-market-like place. It's everything you'd expect it to be: full of steam, strange and appetizing new smells, vendors pushing on samples to passers-by. He tries every one, of course. Sometimes he's daring enough to just pluck something off the counter and be yelled at until he runs off, until he just bumps into a booth with... what are those? Worms? Worm-fish? Alien-worm-fish? Whatever they are, they're still alive, and apparently that's how you're supposed to eat them. The vendors warn that they're extremely hot by nature, and you're not supposed to have more than one a day, unless you want you get violently ill.

Naturally, Petre buys ten.

And off he goes, popping one into his mouth every now and then, eating each Alien-worm-fish off a plastic box in three chewy bites. Sometimes he even hums lightheartedly while he does it. They're not nearly as hot as he thought they would be (but then he's like, made of fire). Still delicious tho. ]

Comments

[unfavoured]

[ And one of Parker's favourite things about Concordia so far is the fact that it's big and you can avoid everyone if you're smart. It's not like that creepy space ship. She has never dealt well in being stuck in a confined space. Or, rather, she knows how to handle it (considering her experience in prison and solitary confinement, she ought to know how to handle it or she would have gone insane so far), she likes the open space too much.

However, even in a place as big as Concordia, you are bound to stumble on a familiar face. Partially because that's just how things are, and partially because there are things in their heads that unconsciously draw them to each other. Parker has been practicing in silencing that voice, in muting the need to be tugged near. But it's not perfect yet, far from it. But she knows to be better is to sit in the middle of them. She avoids everyone, but sometimes she goes around and sits quietly. Tries to feel that invisible tug. Like an urge to go to a place. And then she practices it in suppressing it, in refusing and starving whatever is trying to tell her to go - because it's not her, it's not, regardless of how much it feels like instinct.

It's why she's in Subspace. She is simply sitting at a table near a pub-like restaurant, under a colourful structure. Arms crossed over the table as she scans the bazaar around her. She has that necessity, suddenly, to get up, get some food. But she has just eaten, and so she knows-- this is not her. So she focuses in trying to pinpoint the source inside of her, and strangling it out of her mind. ]

[inflori]

[ Mentally or physically, it gets a little hard to ignore when someone is actively trying to strangle you, so the moment he feels that suppression of his thoughts - his radar toward other hosts, as it were - he stops and frowns. It feels like hearing the TV from another room and suddenly having it go mute. With one of the worms helplessly wiggling in his hand, he looks around. Pushes right back like he's stopping an unwilling tenant from closing their door on him, foot and shoulder, smiling all the way through because he knows he's stronger.

Their forces can be matched, he supposes. At least until he realizes who it is, turning a corner to find an unpleasantly familiar face. The moment he sees her, he remembers watching to stick his flaming fist down her throat.

Instead, his lips stretch in a smirk. He can do much worse, he thinks. First step: annoy her. ]

Hey. Want one of these?

[ THEY'RE POISONED DOCTOR JONES i know that's not how the quote goes shut up ]

[unfavoured]

[ It is not usual that she feels someone else actively trying to force themselves in. When someone feels the block, the barrier, they back down. Or, not exactly back down, they simply go their own way. The same way you would when you feel someone doesn't feel like talking. You go out, do something else. You try not to be rude. But whoever this is, and there's a small suspicion of who is all things considered, isn't backing down. It doesn't annoy her as much as he would hope, she guesses. It's good practice anyway. So she keeps the barrier up, pushing back the attempt of invasion. It's the one thing she is remotely interested in mastering. How to block everyone from her mind. Which, if you think about it, is kind of the return to normalcy. She isn't interested in getting into anyone's head. She just wants to keep everyone out.

When Petre stops in front of her, she keeps doing it. Muting him out. Blocking everything. It's a tug of war and one she is not interested in losing.

Her eyes flicker down to the disgusting looking things in his hand. Then back up to him. Given as she wouldn't even accept a helping hand from him, what ever could have made him think she was going to ever touch anything offered by him? But Parker doesn't say anything, just frowns for a long time. But considering that her opinion of his intelligence is very low, she does add two words so he gets the message. ]

Go away.

[inflori]

[ He does it back, just to annoy her. There's no special offense in knowing Parker wants nothing to do with him, but that just gives him a special kind of pleasure if it means he can get to her through any other means. He's chewing with a smirk by the time she finally voices what her glare was trying to tell him (really loudly and in his face), still pushing in if that means she'll stay tense and distracted with the effort of pushing back. ]

Why, 'cause you're too good for me?

[unfavoured]

[ The more he does it, the better she gets at it. That's the thing with Parker. She is adamant and stubborn to a fault, and it carries out through this. To making sure nobody can get in. So she keeps him out. It's not fair, how much easier it is to get in than to keep out but fair is hardly an equation that Parker encounters. So she takes it, and fights against it.

She doesn't say anything return, instead simply moves her head slightly to look up at Petre, unimpressed look upon her face. ]

[inflori]

[ The smile goes absolutely nowhere. He's just as smug as ever, chewing with his molar teeth. ]

You know, you're actually kinda pretty. It's a shame.

[unfavoured]

[ Her expression doesn't change - much, at least. She just frowns slightly, more in mild annoyance than anything else, but remains entirely unimpressed. She crosses her arms over the table, leaning back slightly as Petre is still there. ]

You're not my type. [ As in, you're not even human. And you're like twelve. Gross. ] I'm sure your little friends miss you. Go bother them.

[inflori]

Yeah, but they're not here.

[ Which is they miss you. Except no one misses him ever. Weak, Parker. ]

What were you eating? What do you eat anyway?

[unfavoured]

[ How can anyone stand this human-shaped massive turd is beyond her. ]

Dust. [ And then, again: ] Go away.

[inflori]

[ wow Parker i didn't know you liked to talk to yourself ]

No. I wanna talk. You know, that thing normal people do to interact? It is why you punched Angel, isn't it? 'Cause you wanted a normal conversation.

[ Poor baby!!!!!!!!! ]

[unfavoured]

[ Good comeback, toddler. Thanks for playing. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

Parker leans back slightly on the bench she is sitting on, uncrossing her arms slowly. Her eyes on his, her expression unchanging. She doesn't reat to his words, looking more bored than anything else. Then she arches her eyebrows up, not in a surprised way, but condescending. ]

If I wanted a normal conversation, you people would be the last place I would look.

[inflori]

[ fuk u i'll steal all the dolla i want ]

Who would you talk to, then. [ And he chomps on another wiggling worm. ] The cool kids?

[unfavoured]

[ Parker stares at him for a while longer, trying to understand if he is this dense or if it's an act. She is inclined to go with the former. ]

Sure.

[ She puts her hands on the table and pushes herself up on her feet. Gives him a look that says "you are not a cool kid" and turns around to leave. ]

[inflori]

[ He might be offended normally, but. It's actually really fun to annoy her, whether she gets pissed off or not.

So he follows, barely a step behind. ]

Don't be a bitch.

[unfavoured]

[ If he didn't look like he was old enough to be over the thirteen-years-old mark, maybe she would understand his attitude. As it is, his petulant, spoiled child demeanour only serves to make her roll her eyes and cement her opinion of him: nothing but a brainless dickhead that apparently has found his place in this nest of brainless dickheads. Some people just get stuck in teenager years, it seems.

With him following him, and calling her names that she doesn't pay the least amount of attention to (if she did, her energy would run out pretty fast, with the amount of offensive remarks she gets hurled at her on a daily basis), Parker simply keeps on walking while completely ignoring his presence.

Not worth her time at all, it seems. ]

[inflori]

[ How long can she ignore him? Probably forever, unless Petre really puts his mind into it. (Momma told me I could be anything, so I became a little shit. She's dead now) So he throws one of those slippery, wiggling worms at her hair. It so just happens to get stuck. womp womp ]