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parker succeeds by stealing the success of others (inafivepoundbag) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-08-07 22:24:00

Entry tags:

!closed, noah bennet, parker

WHO: Claude Rains, Noah Bennet, and Parker
WHAT: The morning following Noah's birthday scavenger hunt.
WHEN: Morning
WHERE: Their apartment
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Parker had to admit, she was rather impressed with Noah at the moment. He'd caught on relatively quickly to her particular idea of fun the night before, hadn't fallen on his face and died, and had added his own twist to the evening during a few of their more interesting heists. Especially, she'd noticed, once they were back at the apartment with the stolen goods.

Take the spotlight stolen from the roof of the jail, for example. Parker hadn't been quite sure what she wanted to do with the thing at the time she'd put it on the list. She'd just known it would be fun and possibly a little challenging to lift the thing without being seen. Yet Noah's suggestion that they stick it in Claude's room had been the perfect idea, as far as she was concerned, so they'd done precisely that.

Now it was the next morning and said spotlight was programmed to turn on at any second. Sitting at the kitchen table, Parker was wearing her new bathrobe - complete with the hotel's insignia and light golden-colored trim - and happily eating a bowl of Captain Crunch. There was an adorable mouse lemur perched on her shoulder, munching on a small piece of peach. The creature paused, mid-chew, when a muffled sound came from the direction of Claude's bedroom.

Parker, meanwhile, grinned to herself and absently patted the animal on top of the head with one finger. "Claude's awake," she announced, gaze sliding across the table to Noah and her grin turning almost goofy before she stuck another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

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thecompanyman
2009-08-08 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"So it would seem," Noah replied mildly, giving Parker a small smile as he ate his own bowl of Captain Crunch and flipped through the morning paper. Every so often, he'd hold out a small piece of fruit and the lemur would scurry across the table to nibble at it before returning to Parker. Like Parker, he was wearing a hotel bathrobe, this one dark blue. There was a third bathrobe on the empty chair, this one clearly meant for Claude. It was pink. He calmly sipped his coffee, suppressing his amusement as the other man stumbled out of his bedroom spewing curses and death threats.

He gave his partner a look Claude would be familiar with by now. It was the expression he had always worn back in the day when he had done something insane and was in no way apologetic. "Morning," he said. "Sleep well?" Why no, he wasn't an evil bastard. Wherever would you get that idea?

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inafivepoundbag
2009-08-09 01:43 am UTC (link)

Parker didn't bother trying to hide how amused she was. She simply grinned brightly at Claude and gave a little wave before handing the lemur another bit of peach. Returning to her cereal, she took a bite, chewed, then snorted when Noah asked how well Claude had slept. "He was sleeping pretty good about four this morning," she stated matter-of-factly before casting another grin at the man in question.

"You should try my new bed." A tip of her head indicated the spot where the couch had once been in the living room, now replaced with a rather large section of an MRI machine that had come from the hospital that had refused Nate's son's treatment. "It's comfy."

Another bite of cereal, with the lemur scurrying off her shoulder to rejoin Noah on his side of the table, and she picked up the still mostly full box of Captain Crunch as she glanced at Claude. "Cereal?" she asked simply.

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disappearingact
2009-08-23 06:35 pm UTC (link)

He shouldn't ask. Claude knew that he shouldn't. The explanation that he would get would be verging on ridiculous, probably doing some kind of Mexican hat dance on the line between sane and absolutely batshit. His curiosity was gnawing at him, but he'd learned a long time ago that with Noah Bennet, it was better to just accept something at fast value than pose a lot of why and how questions. So he shook off the nagging questions and stepped over to the kitchen, eying the bathrobe that was left sitting on one of the chairs with a mild distaste before glancing up at Noah with a vague glare.

"Bastard," Claude pronounced easily. Oh, it should have been obvious exactly why Noah was a bastard. He'd be the only one that would have specifically grabbed the pink robe with every intention of it being the one that was left for Claude. Just to see his reaction. Not that his reaction wouldn't have been predictable considering how long Noah had known him and how many times he'd pulled shit like this in the past. "You really do just love pushing my buttons, don't you?"

Crossing over to the cabinets without much of a second thought about it, though, Claude got down a bowl. Well. It was breakfast time. He might as well make the best of it. Even if there was a little exotic rat scurry around on the countertop.

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thecompanyman
2009-08-23 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Claude didn't need to ask, not really. Noah would explain the situation. Of course, whether or not that explanation would clear things up or just make the whole thing more baffling was a different point entirely. "Parker planned a heist...well...more of a scavenger hunt really," he said calmly, flipping through the paper, as if he were talking about the weather, "for my birthday. It was very thoughtful of her." And it had been. He'd thoroughly enjoyed himself, and it had certainly put an end to any thoughts that he was getting old.

"Yes, dear?" Noah looked up from the paper, raising an eyebrow. Only he would take being called a bastard as practically an endearment, not to mention responding with a term of affection almost guaranteed to further annoy Claude. "I have no idea what you're referring to. I thought the color suited you. You mean you don't like it?"

The lemur had abandoned the table at this point to climb up Noah's arm and make itself comfortable on his shoulder, so he reached up idly to pet it and give it more fruit. It was kind of cute, in a creepy sort of way. He looked over at Parker curiously, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "Are we supposed to name it?" he asked. It was almost funny how he was unfazed by an impromptu night of grand theft that included stealing a lemur, but the idea of naming said lemur baffled him.

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inafivepoundbag
2009-08-23 07:16 pm UTC (link)

Parker beamed at Noah's appreciation for her present. She'd put some thought into it and, while part of her had worried that he wouldn't be game, it turned out that he'd apparently had quite the time. As had she.

The smile, however, faded when Claude made it obvious that he didn't like the bathrobe they'd gotten for him. Men, she thought before surging to her feet with an audible huff. "Some people," she stated out loud, eying Claude with a slightly annoyed look, "are way too picky."

With a flick of her wrist she yanked on the tie holding her bathrobe closed and let it fall open. Completely oblivious to the fact that she was nude underneath, she shrugged the garment from her shoulders and tossed it over the chair before snatching up the pink robe and pulling it on. Once she had tied it firmly she flopped back down in the chair and picked up her bowl of cereal once again.

Then she froze and her eyes went as wide as saucers. "Name it?" she echoed. Her voice was tinged with apprehension. "But... I don't name things. I steal things. And you can't steal a name," she stated in a mild panic.

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