unfavoured: (pic#11150447)
ᴀᴅᴅɪsᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ([personal profile] unfavoured) wrote in [community profile] station722017-06-13 10:38 pm

( open ) D47 - D50 // around the station

CHARACTERS: Parker ( [personal profile] unfavoured ) and whoever.
WHERE: The Station; various locations.
WHEN: From D47 and D50, take your pick.
SUMMARY: Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.
WARNINGS: Technobabble here and there, mention of discomfort and pain, not too gory. Some mention of suicide. Definitely unhappy stuff.

(01.?) ❚❚❚❚❚ When our bodies melt and they will collide

[ The duration of her coma has put a strain on her muscles - most importantly, the stillness of it has allowed the crippling pain to her spine to awaken. Without her caretaker, without someone to know how to relieve the pressure the biowires and metal bones pulling on her flesh and tendons, the EXO-8 inside her is a strain more than an useful shield. There is a reason why they were pulled out of production, after all. It's true that the symbiote could help relieve it, temporarily or not, but by now the older Hosts are aware of her still on-going refusal of joining the Nest, even for a second.

So, she endures. There are painkillers on the medbay, but that's only a temporary solution for a long term problem.

( 01.A ) It's during the evenings that it hurts the most, when she is trying to sleep. When there is no possible position for her to lay down on without feeling like every tendon, every nerve, is being tugged, pulled apart, rewired, adjusted. Without feeling it so fully, the way they pull on skin and tendons to adjust the weight of an overdue reset. She lays awake, changing from fetal position to curled every minute, clenching around herself. She does not sleep in their assigned rooms, instead choosing to sleep anywhere else, which means a late sleeper could walk on her, under the benches of the training wing, head pressed to the floor and shivering, or fallen off the industrial-sized shelves she seems to have taken a liking to in the hangar, gritting her teeth and bracing against the floor, holding in the cries of pain, ragged breath. Unusually unguarded mind sending the painful jolts and torn sensations in the smaller radius around her, even if subdued - it is not the full amount of pain that is being broadcast, but enough to understand that whatever's going on, it's bad.

( 01.B ) And even though she spends nights in restless toss and turn, the lack of sleep is not enough to keep Parker away from the Training Wing. She has been still for too long in her comatose state, and needs this to feel-- useless. Not that it works that well, not with the effort of the physicality of her moves, not with the focus ignoring the pain in her back. It's only a matter of time, then, when she plummets to the floor after a sudden jolt and her hands fail to grab on to the ropes she was climbing on. She falls about six feet, slamming hard to the floor and can't help the cry that leaves her throat, not from the fall but from the tense explosion of muscles in her back, and for a second it almost feels like it's being ripped off of her. Rolling on to her knees, she curls over herself, breathing hard through clenched teeth, raspy sounds turning her throat raw. She curls her fingers into the back of her hair, hunching over herself, and forces her eyes closed as if that would help in focusing controlling the pain.

It does not.

( 01.C ) So when she stops, when she finally stops for a second, she's exhausted but she can't sleep. She lays in the corner of a long, empty corridor, arms crossed over her face and doing her best to not give in to the scream that she wants to let go, biting on the sleeve of her shirt instead with her eyes intensely glaring at the ceiling like it was their fault. God, they could at least let her see the sky.
]



(02) ❚❚❚❚❚ We hear echoes from another galaxy

[ It's not likely she will admit to it, but she has now a favourite place aboard the Station. Of course, saying that she has one is pushing a little. Anywhere in this place is less than optimal, but she will concede to the fact that a pool is a good idea. For her, relief. The weightlessness of her body on water lessens the discomfort and pain along her spine, no longer bones but metal and wires, it following the long, surgical scar from the base of her neck down to the small of her back. The provided suit lets some of it visible, was she not floating around with her torso turned up to the ceiling - and with the scar bruises that weren't there before, recent and red, like stretchmarks, darker of serpentine paths of veins that are almost visible.

Bobbing on open water, Parker slowly opens her eyes to the glaring white, feeling the still water disturbed by nearby movement. She sighs, not exactly surprised, and slowly turns her head to the splishy splashy new companion way too close for comfort.
]

Can you not do that about ten feet apart from here?

[ It's not the pool isn't for everyone or whatever, problematic child. ]


( FOR HELEN M. ) ❚❚❚❚❚ I can hear the sounds but they're all in reverse


[ Of course, if she can't fall asleep, there is always the bending over poitless files and records and try to gather information. She occupies a whole desk for herself, as if doing homework, one hand writing, taking notes on the small notebook once provided by prince with her pencil. She looks over some books, records, whatever, then goes back to scribbling.

She's quiet, very quiet - not in the sense of physical silence, but her mind. She's aware and awake, and so her conscious decision of keeping everything locked away under a barrier from her mind.

Parker only lifts her head when Helen stops directly in front of her, casting her shadow over her papers.
]

You're blocking the light. [ She says irritably, squinting at her. She can't recognize her, but then again, Parker seldom does the effort to meet anyone in the Station. ]


❚❚❚❚❚ WILDCARD.

[ She will be easy to find by the pool now more, but that doesn't mean she is any less cranky. Other places are high shelves on the docks, the emptier corridors and, yes, hanging from tall places where people are less likely to bother her. Can often be found reading. ]

greentech: (guhhh)

01.A

[personal profile] greentech 2017-06-16 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pidge still has to sleep sometime, but tonight it's not easy. And it's pretty clear why. Even with Parker stubbornly refusing to contemplate the link between them, she's still a part of the brood and that means that she gets a sense of what's going on, even with the walls thrown up between them. It starts with a twinge and grows into something louder that she can't ignore. So she walks. She leaves the sleeping area and winds her way through the Station, following the tug of Parker's pain like a trailing bit of thread.

It gets more uncomfortable the closer she gets.

That doesn't stop her.

Pidge finally spots Parker in the hangar and pulls up short, wincing as she starts to come into range, to the point where an echo of the pain and discomfort is starting to ripple down her spine.
]

Hey-

[ They've spoke all of once or twice, but still. This matters. ]

What's going on? This doesn't feel normal.
greentech: (THE PEDALS)

[personal profile] greentech 2017-06-18 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even if Pidge wasn't psychically linked to Parker, the way that she looks tells her all she needs to know. Parker looks awful and Pidge simply steps forward, ignoring the scathing reply - go away - so she can crouch next to her. This close, she can feel an echo of the pain and it worms its way down into her guts, making her back twitch in sympathy. ]

I'm not gonna do that. You look awful.

[ She frowns, fingers drumming against her knees. ]

I get that you don't like it here - probably don't like any of us - but you can't do this to yourself. It's not... look, let me help. Not because of this stupid thing in our heads but because you need it.
greentech: (Green Lion)

[personal profile] greentech 2017-06-18 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Try me.

[ Pidge frowns. Why is Parker so insistent on not accepting anything from anyone? Her few encounters have been brusque and generally limited to an exchange of information. If that. Isolation is one answer to their problems here, but that doesn't seem to really be working out for Parker right now. She leans in a bit closer, fingers tensing as she feels the the tingle of static. Like a mild little shock. ]

What's wrong with you? Are you sick?

[ That's one guess, anyway. ]
greentech: (o)

[personal profile] greentech 2017-06-18 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pidge is trying to hold back her own sense of the pain. She's only getting an echo of what Parker is, but it still rattles her. There's still an unpleasant ache that seems to stick with her. She grits her teeth and then shakes her head to try and clear it all away. She's not going to let this link distract her. Too much.

At least Parker is talking to her.
]

EXO? Your spine? Is that... some kind of cybernetic?

[ That's what it sounds like, but she doesn't want to flat out guess. ]

Broken how?

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-18 22:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-18 22:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-19 00:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-20 20:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-21 00:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-21 19:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-22 00:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-22 19:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-22 19:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-23 01:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-23 20:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-06-26 18:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-07-03 20:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-07-10 19:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] greentech - 2017-07-10 20:25 (UTC) - Expand
redheadcarrier: (that's just a bit weird)

02

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-06-22 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Asuka's pleasantly surprised to find that there's a pool. She's a fan of swimming. She'd wanted to go scuba diving, once upon a time. Back when she'd been treating Japan like another trip and she'd had images of riding in on a white horse and saving the day from the incompetent Third and all-too-submissive First. Instead she'd almost ended up dying in a volcano. Fun times. Still, she can swim again and that's what matters. Right? She doesn't pay much attention to the other woman floating in the pool. Instead she slips into the water and ties her hair back.

This is going to get irritating, but she doesn't exactly have a swim-cap. She's only partway through her first lap when Parker speaks up and Asuka drifts to a halt, reaching out to stop herself against the pool wall.
]

What? It's a public pool, isn't it?
redheadcarrier: (I don't care!)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-06-23 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, if you don't wanna share come down here when everyone's asleep or something.

[ Makes total sense to Asuka. Then she bristles a little at having her form insulted. First of all, how dare you- ]

Look, I don't have a swim-cap. It's not my fault! my form is usually perfect!

[ Being short an eye doesn't really help her either, but she does her best not to mention that. Ever. ]
redheadcarrier: (Going to cut a bitch.)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-06-23 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
My swimming is fine.

[ Asuka retorts with a snort, treading water. She didn't ask for swimming advice and she's always managed fine before now. So where does this woman get off? ]

I didn't ask for your advice!
redheadcarrier: (duh)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-06-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ She'll shave your head, Parker. See if she doesn't. ]

Ten feet away from what? You? Don't float in the middle of the pool, moron.

[ Hostility? Asuka can deal with hostility. That's easy. ]

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-06-23 20:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-06-26 16:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-07-03 20:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-07-10 18:58 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-07-10 20:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-07-10 23:55 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-07-16 21:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier - 2017-07-24 23:31 (UTC) - Expand
inflori: in treatment (017)

1C NOW WHAT BITCH

[personal profile] inflori 2017-06-24 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's about a day after he wakes up that there's a dullness in his head. It's recognizable enough - not to have made him miss it while it was gone, but to remind him that it'd been missing - the girl trying so desperately to not be seen, not be heard, not be affected. The bitch who always went after Angel, the one person who managed to anger his broodmate so much that he saw his favorite side of her. In a way, Petre has to thank her for it. Chances are he wouldn't have met that Angel if it weren't for Parker.

Obviously, he's not going to do that, so he ignores the dullness. He can't be certain anyway; it's just an impression, like guessing what the silhouette in the darkness could be, because it's the same thing you always have in the same place you always leave it.

The scream and the jolt of pain, though, that's definitely her. It hurts, but instead of making him recoil, it simply sets into his muscles, like putting on a glove.

Petre smiles, and keeps walking down to the cafeteria.

Symbiotes don't really like to leave anything to chance, despite their hosts not always being aware of it. It's only when Parker finds herself a corner that Petre ends up finding her, still finishing off a pack of potato chips (bacon flavor), the loud crunch of a careless child following his every step.

And stop. hammer time ]


What the fuck is up with you?

[ ya fuckin weirdo ]
inflori: in treatment (119)

[personal profile] inflori 2017-06-28 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. You're turning totally dumb, can't even answer what I'm asking.

[ Sigh! He knew this day would come. Karma and some shit. ]

Gonna try again: did you break your back or something?
inflori: in treatment (050)

[personal profile] inflori 2017-06-30 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a pity that it goes away. The girl is brimming with wrath, and there is no one person who can escape her contempt. The whole premise of this place makes her hate it. Petre is finally starting to see that he could take advantage of that, sometime, when he's feeling especially bored.

Maybe like right now. ]


I guess. People aren't often as pathetic as you are right now.

Need help?
inflori: in treatment (201)

[personal profile] inflori 2017-07-04 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
No, seriously. You might as well admit it. I could pick you up and everything. You don't think I'm strong enough, do you?

(no subject)

[personal profile] inflori - 2017-07-05 19:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inflori - 2017-07-10 20:04 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inflori - 2017-07-10 22:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] inflori - 2017-07-17 20:58 (UTC) - Expand
lifewithoutrest: (amused:  almost)

I'm pretty late to this, but I finally made it.

[personal profile] lifewithoutrest 2017-06-26 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Helen has been slowly learning her way around the station, exploring the halls, trying to get a feel for her surroundings and her place within it. But this is the first time she's noticed the young woman she finds writing in the middle of the night, or at least what passes for the middle of the night.

It's the quiet that draws her closer, stopping in front of the desk where she sits.

She doesn't apologize, but she does step aside.]


I didn't expect to find anyone else here. I don't believe we've met. [There's a slight pause before she offers her hand.] Helen Magnus.