thief_parker (thief_parker) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-03-26 18:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 03, dead: michael westen, dead: parker |
RP: Parker and Mikey
Who: Parker and Michael Westen
Where: The Base, their house
When: March 26, 2011
Summary: Parker is working on some decorations for her room
Really it hadn't seemed to matter how many times she'd said something, no one seemed interested in just letting her have access to a storage locker, so instead of setting up shop there she found herself in an actual house. And not just a house, but a house with other people living in it. She'd taken the smallest room available though, furnishing it with a twin bed and a few racks along the walls which would eventually hold her rigs.
She'd taken over a cabinet in the kitchen to store cereal in too. Not quite Rocket-Os but she was getting closer and closer to a match with the more she tried. She'd find a suitable replacement eventually. And for now she had plenty of different options.
Today though, she'd made a trip to the hardware store picking up yards of rope and clamps and D-rings and plenty of other thing she would need to make more rigs. It wasn't the first time she'd found herself without anything she'd had before, at least the rigs were replaceable, Mr. Rabbit was not quite so easily replaced unfortunately. But for the moment she'd taken over a part of the living room, sitting on the floor spreading her supplied out in front of her before she could get to work on it. Maybe they wouldn't really need the sort of rigs she used more often here, but then again New York has some very tempting skyscrapers and Parker never was good with temptation.
She was measuring out a length of cord when one of her new roommates came in, though she didn't look up at him. Former CIA, perhaps the only person in the house who could have ever been in a position to do her any real harm, and yet there they were living under the same roof.