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20lbs_of_crazy (20lbs_of_crazy) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-09-24 22:39:00

Cereal Time
Who: Parker and OPEN
What: Therapy by way of Rocket O’s cereal
When: Sometime after things have calmed down
Where: The community kitchen
Rating: Tame, I think.


Parker had been through enough traumas in her lifetime to learn which methods worked best for her when it came to putting things in the past. The most effective way to get over things, she’d found, was to give herself the appropriate amount of R&R and several bowls of cold, crunchy, sugary cereal. Even Parker, who made a habit out of jumping off of roofs, had been shaken by the demon ordeal. For a while she had even thought that one of her closest friends had been taken over by the enemy. This had all lead her to where she was now - hunched over a bowl of Rocket O’s at the kitchen table, munching like mad at full volume.

There was a list of things in her mind of what she needed to do. More than ever she thought that a harness and rappelling gear would come in very handy, but she didn’t know if anyone would deliver to Lawrence. She certainly wouldn’t have. The place was unsafe and unnerving. She suspected that mail carriers were scared just as much as she was to walk the city streets. Her lacking a credit card was also an obstacle.

Just as soon as she’d launched herself into a serious train of thought, she found herself distracted. Parker lifted her spoon, looking at her own reflection. The curvature of the metal had a fish-eye effect and she grinned, making it make her eyes look like they were bugging out unnaturally. This was a welcome distraction from thinking about the end of the world.