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[unfavoured]

CHARACTERS: Parker ( unfavoured ) & [ open ]
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
SUMMARY: Why are you the way you are?
WARNINGS: Parker.

❚❚❚❚❚ and I like the way the sun feels

[ Claustrophobia had not been something she suffered from in the past, but after a year of solitary confinement, who can blame someone from feeling anxious about being locked in closed spaces, especially when said someone is someone that enjoys fresh air - and needs it to take relaxing walks. Parker wouldn't admit she suffers from it, but there is definitely indications of it when she starts to stress out even in the long corridors that seem to go on and on along the Station.

It's the closest thing she has to "walk it off" and at least it wasn't a smal room guarded by private security, even if she constantly feels like she is being watched.

She's been walking without any direction for at least thirty minutes and she hasn't found one place that has any windows. She thinks she's been further away from insanity months ago. She halts her stride, sighing to herself in irritation as she pinches the bridge of her nose, eyes burning from tiredness. She never looks too well nowadays, dark circles under her eyes and her hair, longer now than she was when she first arrived, curling at odd angles at the ends.

She looks at the ceiling and then forward. There's someone coming, but she isn't paying attention to them.

Dammit. She's lost again. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ one caves in one other

[ How long can a human being go, straining herself to the far end of the rope? Stretching all of that exhaustion until you don't even have any strength left in your fingers? It all varies, from person to person, and Parker lately seems to be trying to test that limit. At least, that's the impression someone could take from it, if she didn't make an effort to be a non-existent entity. Keeping distance, avoiding people, sleeping anywhere that's mostly deserted. Even using the kitchen has become a rare activity, because there is always someone - and in any case, everything tastes like ash.

The tiredness is not only physical as it is mental, and yet the only way she can figure to overcome is to keep her mind off of everything.

She can still be found in the training wing, the only one place she is able to stand if only because of how deeply focused she is when it comes to practice. But this time around, she doesn't seem as concentrated in what she's doing, nor as good as she tries to be. Clearly so, as the wall climbing she was exercising ends up with her arms giving out twenty-odd feet up and Parker falling on her side with a loud, dry sound. Air knocked out of her, she coughs when she finally gets some oxygen flow going in her lungs. Parker slowly sits up, ragged breath, leaning her arms on her knees. She leans forward, resting her forehead on her hand, holding on to her wrist. She's just going to. Sit for a minute there. By all means, there should be at least a broken bone there, but it doesn't seem the case.

Only broken pride. Nobody saw that. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ wildcard.

[ She can be found here and there, mostly quiet places. Her mood is less than optimal and she's 100% more irritable at the moment. This is why, if you want to read about whiny babies. ]

Comments

[unfavoured]

[ It's a low hum that always seems to pulse through and from her, like an erratic beat of a broken drum. It's muffled, as much as possible, by the walls she forces herself to carry, but it slips through the cracks and fissures.

Moreso, when the grating voice of a particular little shit comes grating in on her ears. Parker looks over her shoulder to him, looking a lot more roughed up than simple exercise. Did she get in a fight again?

Probably. ]

Get lost.

[inflori]

[ He looks neither concerned not enthusiastic about whether or not Parker got into another fight. She looks and acts like it's every day to her, and Petre's been in a match with her more than enough times.

There's no sign of him having burned her face, he notices. What was it again? Her eyelashes? Oh well. ]

You mean like you do?

[unfavoured]

[ She makes a face at him that's trying to decide if he's stupid or if he's doing it on purpose. ]

That makes no sense.

[ Not that she doesn't get lost. But it's such a dumb comeback that there's little to pick on. ]

[inflori]

I've seen you. Walking around like an idiot, getting nowhere no matter how long you walk.

[ It's a comeback as much as it's a diversion to talk about her. ]

[unfavoured]

[ She turns around slowly, having mostly been talking to him in a sideways position, narrowing her eyes with the still unsure expression on her face. ]

What are you now, a creepy stalker?

[inflori]

I can't help it. [ i'm just creepy all the time. ] Your head is fucking loud. It's annoying.

[unfavoured]

[ She looks at him for a second, knowing full well that while she isn't able to block the thoughts from others or herself, she grasps it more or less decently to keep it quiet. ]

Are you sure it's not just you who's too quiet? [ She means your brain is empty. u dumb.

Parker rolls her eyes to him and turns around to leave. ]

[inflori]

Even you know that's not true.

[ cuz u dumberer. ]

Doesn't your bug talk to you?

[unfavoured]

[ She's not entirely sure it's not true, to be honest. ]

There's one talking to me right now. Don't you have anyone else to bother? There's still one of your friends around, go bother him.

[inflori]

He's a fucking pussy.

[ So he'll bother her instead! ]

How come you don't talk to anybody? I mean, you don't have to like them, but at least you could be smart enough to know how to use them.

[unfavoured]

[ Sad! Bigly!

Parker flat stares him as he goes on about it, before narrowing her eyes. Use them? Use what? People? That's one of the last things she would do. And it only cements her dislike for the little creep. ]

I don't like most people.

[ It isn't a lie. It kind of usually makes her look like a bad person in general. Even with her general dickish behaviour, though, she isn't necessarily set out to bring everyone's demise. It's more that she has poor social skills (looking into it, someone should probably tell her she might have mild social anxiety). ]

[inflori]

Not even your brood? Everyone's, like, in love with theirs. That's kinda like making out with your sister, isn't it?

[ Because... you totally didn't get obsessed with Angel...............it could be hypocrisy but he's just clueless and dumb ]

[unfavoured]

[ Especially not her brood, buddy. But that second part is unwarranted and unwanted and she makes a grossed out expression. What's wrong with this kid? Besides everything that is. ]

Did you?

[inflori]

[ ?!?!?!!? ]

What? Why the fuck are you asking me?

[unfavoured]

[ The lady protest too much. She continues to stare at him with a "gross, you're gross" face. ]

Really? The annoying chick? Match made in Hell.

[ lol ]

[inflori]

I didn't make out with Angel.

[ say her name motha assho ]

[unfavoured]

[ Fight me.

Parker makes a laugh that is devoid of any enjoyment or ingenuity, dropping a hand to her waist. ]

You really are a creepy little asshole.

[inflori]

[ Ugh. ]

So you don't like anyone here. Who did you like back home?

[unfavoured]

[ Well, that seems to do the trick. She tenses up almost immediately, face falls, eyes narrow. There is a sudden burst of guilt, just a brief second, less than that, before she shuts it down entirely. Shielding herself under that prickly armour. ]

That's none of your business.

[ She's done with this. Parker turns around to leave. ]

[inflori]

[ Oh, who knew, she does feel something besides hatred for other people. Must investigate. ]

What was that? The thing you felt just now.

[ because of course a demon doesn't know the first thing about guilt ]

[unfavoured]

[ She is not having this conversation, at all. So she ignores him as she starts to walk down the corridor. ]

[inflori]

You can't ignore me forever.

[ he's just walking after her walksequence.midi ]

[unfavoured]

I'm going to tell you once: leave me alone.

[ Her pace is not brisk, and she doesn't look at him, but her hand clenches around her strap of her backpack with annoyance. ]

[inflori]

What was it? I ask you about liking someone and you feel like shit. Did they hurt you or something?

[ Pause. ]

Maybe you hurt them. Like, actually hurt. Did they live?

[unfavoured]

[ It's one thing to nag her and annoy her until she gets angry. It's a escalation of emotions usually. But this instance, it doesn't take its time to explode.

It goes from zero to a hundred in less than a second.

Parker swings her fist so fast and hard it could almost dislocate someone's jaw, hopefully strong enough to at least disorient him, enough to grab the advantage that moment. Before he has time to recover, Parker is sending him to the floor, pinning him under her, hands curling around the collar of his shirt to keep him down. ]

If you're so curious about hurt, I'll help you out.

[ She hisses dangerously, before just hammering her fist into his face in continuous motion, blatant disregard for how much is too much, flaring anger (guilt in disguise, empty and overpowering and she deals with it alone) the only thing that screams in her head (because they are all dead and she isn't). ]