parker succeeds by stealing the success of others (![]() ![]() @ 2011-07-23 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel, parker |
WHO: Parker and Gabriel
WHAT: A discussion about Christmas in July. With these two there is no telling.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: A giant gingerbread house in the park. Yes, I am completely serious. What? You're surprised?
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
An hour or so after Parker had discovered the gingerbread house outside of her apartment, she had come across the one in the park. Five minutes after discovering the giant gingerbread house in the park, she had broken into it. And now, nearly fifteen minutes after that, Parker had taken to building snowballs to toss at the neighbourhood bullies who had decided that no children other than the ones they allowed to pass would be able to approach the gingerbread house that she had, albeit unknowingly to the kids, commandeered before they'd even arrived.
Perched inside the house made of gingerbread, the professional thief had a veritable stockpile of snowballs and a perfect view of the going ons outside via one of the windows (outlined with strawberry flavored licorice bits) to monitor everything taking place. So far she hadn't had to throw a snowball at the three bullies standing sentry outside, mainly because they hadn't actually stopped any of the other kids from approaching so much as threaten it. However Parker had no intention of letting them get that far, if she could help it, and was steadily trying to come up with some way to run the punks off without giving away her position or even the fact that she was technically an adult.
Besides keeping an eye on the developing situation, of course, Parker was also enjoying being inside of the massive, munchable domain. The fact that she was inside a house made of sweets was enough to make her smile, nevermind that she was able to occasionally snag a piece to eat while watching the bullies at work. In fact, the only thing that Parker wasn't smiling about at the moment was her general confusion over what was taking place. Because, contrary to popular belief, Parker was not an idiot and could see the 'Christmas in July' bit coming from a mile and a half away.
However she had no idea what to do about it.
Was she supposed to put up a tree with more goodies to bribe Santa? Should she plan on making a small cake for Jesus and singing Happy Birthday like she did every Christmas Eve since she was a little girl? Was Santa coming and, if so, was she supposed to write him a letter like she did every December? So many questions, with even more piling up daily, and yet Parker didn't know a single answer to any of them. Sighing softly, she forced the worries out of her mind and tried to focus on what was taking place around her. The bullies were facing off with a few kids now, all but daring the other ones to get closer so they could be stopped. Blindly Parker reached out, fingers searching for one of her pre-made snowballs that she could use to teach the kids a lesson.