thief_parker (thief_parker) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-03-15 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 03, dead: leon vance, dead: parker |
RP: Parker and Leon
Who: Parker and Leon Vance
Where: Boston to NYC (The Base)
When: Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Summary: Parker finds herself somewhere she ought not to be
Parker liked to keep herself active, she liked to stay sharp whether that was coming up with plans in her head, or working on new rigs, or picking up a few new skills from Elliot and Hardison it didn't really matter so long as she was busy. Which was why this afternoon she'd packed up her newest rig - with the hopes that it would give her the additional 8 tenths of a second it had been designed for. There was something so satisfying about working through a problem with the rigs and seeing it fixed.
Even more satisfying though was the feeling of the wind whipping through her hair as she plummeted down the side of a building only to be caught at the last second just as she knew she would be. Eight Tenths of a second, she sat smug in the rig as she calculated the added time in her head, what that would mean if she'd been planning to break into this particular building rather than just using it as a test site.
Packing up the ropes and cords and pulleys and everything else that made up the rigs, and slinging the bag up onto her back, Parker decided to take a little detour rather than returning back to her own base of operations and check up with Hardison at the bar, she thought maybe she was in the mood for pretzels.
Of course that was when she felt something sharp in the back of her neck and everything went dark.
Parker was on alert before she'd even opened her eyes, assessing the situation from what she could hear, without giving away that she was awake. Though she didn't get much but the quiet hum of electrical lights and a steady flow of air, but that meant a vent and a vent was all she needed. She opened her eyes and took in the room from her position on the floor, and was on her feet a moment later, dragging one of the chairs over to the corner of the room to check the vent to see if she'd fit - she didn't need much space, just enough.