( ooc: Parker will wake to find himself in the exit void. It's a cold gray-black void with no boundaries but somehow cut off from all the other victims. Though there are no ceilings or walls, under her is a see through platform of sorts, the void swirling below her. There's a breeze strong enough to move hair and cause a shiver. A reminder: this is a network post, so action is favored over internal information. Also, Parker is the first on camera and Eliot will be forced to watch everything that happens from his own void =D Soooo let's give him a good show? )
[ There's the sound of heels approaching, but no one is walking up behind her. The sound is instead coming from below. Under the platform stands the Project Head, upside down and yet unaffected by gravity, as if she was on the true surface. ]
[ She stops nearly under her and stoops down to look up at her. ]
[Parker tilts her head to the left, then the right, then back to the left. She blinks twice and uses a finger to trace the outline of the project head's shoes. Why? While she's not shoe obsessed like Sophie, the other person is walking upside-down.]
I want your shoes.
[Finally she looks the Project Head in the eye. It's a rather intense, stare. She's debating how to get under the platform and steal shoes that would allow her to walk upside-down.]
[Parker's not on a job. She's without Eliot to warn her and it's well established Parker's got the social skills of, well, there hasn't been an apt metaphor in the history of language.
Thus, her hands are going to reach through the holes, to latch onto the other woman's feet, like a small child reaching out for candy. The only noise she makes is a short half-whistle, impressed with her new prize.]
[ The platform closes painfully around her wrists tight enough to earn a trickle of blood from both. The blood spreads across the under surface of the platform. Looks like it wasn't her shoes that were magical after all. ]
Looks like you're stuck. Do you need a hand?
[ The blood didn't seem to show much sign of slowing. ]
[Parker tugs at her hands, as though trying to pull them out. This, in no way, is going to stem the flow of blood, as her struggling only opens the wounds further.
Oddly enough, other than a slight flush to her skin, she doesn't react to the pain.]
Let me out.
[Or she'll likely do harm: though she thinks to the other woman, not to herself.]
Hold still, I need to tend to those wounds or you'll bleed out.
[ She gets on her knees in the spreading crimson puddle and places her hand around Parker's wrists. Her hands are cold, but the coolness quickly fades as burning black tar seeps from the Project head's palm. It burns the wounds closed and stops the bleeding but leaves twisted, jagged, and deformed scar tissue all around. Her lets go once the bleeding stops and the tar drips away, mingling with Parker's blood in the puddle. ]
[ She wrapped her hand around Parker's pinkie and ring finger. More of the tar seeped forward, burning and fusing the two digits together in a scarred mess of flesh. ]
[ The Project Head then moves to to Parker's index and middle finger, holding them in her palm, prepared to do the same. ]
[She stares at the Project Head, not her fingers. Something is wrong with them, but Parker just has to hold on until Eliot gets there.]
Cameras didn't catch someone?
[She laughs. It is not the least be funny, but more edging on, it's a good thing she wants to be good. With a laugh like that, one might expect other things.
Rolling a bit to her side, she's hoping to lever her arms, forcing them back through to her side, but she isn't successful.]
I highly doubt that. I do have plans for him as soon as we're finished and you can take part of the blame for his punishment. The two of you both need to come to understand your place on my ship. That is to behave. [ She fuses the thumb across the palm. ] And to suffer.
[ She grabs the offending finger and clasps it with the others, forming one flat flipper of flesh. With her hands completed, the Project Head scoots a little to the left and pulls herself through the platform, coming over to Parker's side. ]
So much for your life as a thief. You do have a promising career now as a swimmer. They could call you Flipper.
[Watching, Parker's thinking this has to be one of those moments. Moments when she hears music and no one else does.
It's not as though Parker isn't a fighter and with the Project Head now on her side, she's going to kick out, trying to force the other woman from the platform.
It may be one of those moments, but it doesn't mean she won't rebel against it.]
[Parker is anything but weak. One can't scale a building without some serious muscle. She just doesn't look it.
Twisting toward the thumb: weakest joint, Eliot would be proud, Parker has every intention of pulling her leg away. She's done talking, and more a wounded animal backed into a corner.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 01:18 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-08-29 01:28 am (UTC)From:She takes a minute to stare into the void.]
ELIOT!
[She wants to hear if there's an echo, but she also wants to know one other thing.]
Am I supposed to jump?
[She would too.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 01:34 am (UTC)From:[ She stops nearly under her and stoops down to look up at her. ]
Hello, Parker.
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Date: 2012-08-29 01:41 am (UTC)From:I want your shoes.
[Finally she looks the Project Head in the eye. It's a rather intense, stare. She's debating how to get under the platform and steal shoes that would allow her to walk upside-down.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 01:46 am (UTC)From:[ Two holes in the platform opened in front of her just large enough for her hands to fit through. ]
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Date: 2012-08-29 02:10 am (UTC)From:Thus, her hands are going to reach through the holes, to latch onto the other woman's feet, like a small child reaching out for candy. The only noise she makes is a short half-whistle, impressed with her new prize.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 02:22 am (UTC)From:Looks like you're stuck. Do you need a hand?
[ The blood didn't seem to show much sign of slowing. ]
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Date: 2012-08-29 02:54 am (UTC)From:[Parker tugs at her hands, as though trying to pull them out. This, in no way, is going to stem the flow of blood, as her struggling only opens the wounds further.
Oddly enough, other than a slight flush to her skin, she doesn't react to the pain.]
Let me out.
[Or she'll likely do harm: though she thinks to the other woman, not to herself.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:02 am (UTC)From:[ She gets on her knees in the spreading crimson puddle and places her hand around Parker's wrists. Her hands are cold, but the coolness quickly fades as burning black tar seeps from the Project head's palm. It burns the wounds closed and stops the bleeding but leaves twisted, jagged, and deformed scar tissue all around. Her lets go once the bleeding stops and the tar drips away, mingling with Parker's blood in the puddle. ]
Better?
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:12 am (UTC)From:What are you doing? Leave me alone.
[Well, if she can't free herself, she has another option.]
Eliot! ELIOT!
Wait until he gets here.
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:30 am (UTC)From:[ She takes Parker's right hand, not yet doing anything to harm her. ]
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:38 am (UTC)From:[The flush is a little darker, and her breathing a little faster, a physical reaction to what's been done thus far.]
You from Brazil?
[Or worse.]
Yemen? Evilbitchville?
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:44 am (UTC)From:Were you the one who opened the offices?
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:50 am (UTC)From:No.
[For once, she's being accused of something she didn't commit.]
Did you?
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:56 am (UTC)From:[ The Project Head then moves to to Parker's index and middle finger, holding them in her palm, prepared to do the same. ]
Do you know who did?
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Date: 2012-08-29 04:07 am (UTC)From:[She stares at the Project Head, not her fingers. Something is wrong with them, but Parker just has to hold on until Eliot gets there.]
Cameras didn't catch someone?
[She laughs. It is not the least be funny, but more edging on, it's a good thing she wants to be good. With a laugh like that, one might expect other things.
Rolling a bit to her side, she's hoping to lever her arms, forcing them back through to her side, but she isn't successful.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 04:14 am (UTC)From:You're doing very well, all things considered. I'm impressed.
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Date: 2012-08-29 04:22 am (UTC)From:Nearly threw someone off a roof for less.
[For all her lack of understanding of all socialization, death threats she's mastered.
While she is staring at the Project Head, Parker runs through the makes and models of all Glenn-Reader safes in her head.]
Eliot made someone lose teeth 'cause they spilled his coffee.
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Date: 2012-08-29 04:39 am (UTC)From:[ The fused fingers become one now, leaving only her thumb free on her right hand. ]
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Date: 2012-08-29 04:48 am (UTC)From:You're gonna die.
[Parker still hasn't looked at her hands yet.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 05:28 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-08-29 05:50 am (UTC)From:I'll kill you.
[Parker is quiet, almost conversational, unless one really looked at her. Parker's already imagined a half dozen ways that would impress even Eliot.]
Not my fault you don't know who did what but it's your fault I'm gonna kill you.
If this isn't ok to put up in the com, let me know and I'll happily change it.
Date: 2012-08-29 06:08 am (UTC)From:Why is it do you think that no one kept you as a child? Why didn't they love you? Do you know?
Re: If this isn't ok to put up in the com, let me know and I'll happily change it.
Date: 2012-08-29 01:28 pm (UTC)From:That is going to be her answer. She will not say anything.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 02:38 pm (UTC)From:[ She grabs the offending finger and clasps it with the others, forming one flat flipper of flesh. With her hands completed, the Project Head scoots a little to the left and pulls herself through the platform, coming over to Parker's side. ]
So much for your life as a thief. You do have a promising career now as a swimmer. They could call you Flipper.
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:18 pm (UTC)From:It's not as though Parker isn't a fighter and with the Project Head now on her side, she's going to kick out, trying to force the other woman from the platform.
It may be one of those moments, but it doesn't mean she won't rebel against it.]
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:46 pm (UTC)From:Did you know that toes are critical for walking?
[ Off goes the shoe. ]
For the record, my shoes never would have fit you.
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:49 pm (UTC)From:Twisting toward the thumb: weakest joint, Eliot would be proud, Parker has every intention of pulling her leg away. She's done talking, and more a wounded animal backed into a corner.]