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thearena2013-04-07 02:10 pm
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Welcome! Foolish Mortals, to the haunted mansion, I am your host, your ghost host. (OPEN)
Who: Parker and OPEN
What: Parker's been living in the Haunted Mansion. Careful of any traps.
Where: Just off NO Square, Haunted Mansion
When: Very late week three
Warnings/Notes: Well, it's Parker, so warnings are likely to come. Also, there may be blades in those oranges.
Parker's been busy. Even if anyone wanted to get this ride restarted, they couldn't. Much of the mechanics, metal cables, pulleys, have been pulled out, and used to booby trap the doors. Not that Parker's needed doors. No, she's been living in the upper eaves, using the windows at the very, very top, to come and go. Climbing through windows is Parker's preferred method of coming and going. She has jury-rigged a harness to make climbing easier.
She tried sleeping in the coffin the first night, but discovered how awful the spider bites are. It's easier to control the pests, cats and rats, in the eaves.
Parker's been out at night for oranges, and has chowed down on a couple of rats that got too close. She's not been hungry much, this Hunger Games.
She's kept an eye out for those she knows, but hasn't seen anyone, as of yet. She's all prepared for Eliot, if he wanders by. Either way, Parker is watching, and sees this area as hers: likely not the best idea.
What: Parker's been living in the Haunted Mansion. Careful of any traps.
Where: Just off NO Square, Haunted Mansion
When: Very late week three
Warnings/Notes: Well, it's Parker, so warnings are likely to come. Also, there may be blades in those oranges.
Parker's been busy. Even if anyone wanted to get this ride restarted, they couldn't. Much of the mechanics, metal cables, pulleys, have been pulled out, and used to booby trap the doors. Not that Parker's needed doors. No, she's been living in the upper eaves, using the windows at the very, very top, to come and go. Climbing through windows is Parker's preferred method of coming and going. She has jury-rigged a harness to make climbing easier.
She tried sleeping in the coffin the first night, but discovered how awful the spider bites are. It's easier to control the pests, cats and rats, in the eaves.
Parker's been out at night for oranges, and has chowed down on a couple of rats that got too close. She's not been hungry much, this Hunger Games.
She's kept an eye out for those she knows, but hasn't seen anyone, as of yet. She's all prepared for Eliot, if he wanders by. Either way, Parker is watching, and sees this area as hers: likely not the best idea.
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"ow..." The few oranges he had brought were now rolling across the floor. "Escaping."
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There's a bit of an amused shriek and she claps her hands. It's the most entertaining thing she's seen in weeks.
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He got back to his feet snagging up one of the fallen fruit. "Or should I just trip em all?"
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"Don't want to go near the metal pipe. It'd crush your skull." Just in case she needs to be clearer. "It's ten feet 7 inches to your left."
She could be more exact, but sometimes that irritates people.
"Some guy lost his eyeball earlier."
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"Thanks for the heads up." He did skirt away from the pipe though because he likes his eyes where they are thank you!
"Where you want me to meet up with you?" Hey! He found the eyeball, at least he's hoping that's what the squish pop sound was.
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Those cats are another reason Parker chose the eaves.
"Hmmmm." She considers carefully. If he's going to try something, what are the chances she could push him off the roof? Calculating the odds, Parker feels pretty secure that she would be the one still standing on the roof.
"Can you climb?"
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"Yeah, I can climb." And if he tried anything he'd fully expect to get pushed.
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"Don't climb up that way," She points to one side of the room, where just behind one of the few backdrops, is an obvious ladder. It's an obvious ladder covered with oil once a person is about 10 feet off the ground, and with one half broken rung.
She doesn't feel guilty about it.
"This way." This way is a rope being thrown down.
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"Looks like I didn't have to worry too much about you."
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"I look after myself. Quick and light."
When he gets up there, Chris will have an orange held out to him. Parker's found that everyone's hungry in the Hunger Games.
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He shook his head at the orange. "I'm staying close enough to the groves it's not a problem." In fact he had some fun watching the other tributes slip in and out of the groves for food. It was the one place he wouldn't attack anyone else.
"Though I'll admit, this is more impressive a set up than I have."
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Also, has he seen Parker? It's highly unlikely, but looks at the pile of oranges she has. Obviously, she's been in and out and in and out of the groves.
"Spent most of my time here. Don't protect your base, deserve to die."
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"This is true."
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"People gotta understand that. So many just run around from here to there, from here to there, it's like saying, hey, kill me!" She shakes her head her messy ponytail with it. Shrugging her shoulders she all but shudders.
"There was a girl in the graveyard. Don't know where she went. She came and went and came and then went, but didn't come back." Parker's rather displeased with that.
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Once Parker had determined the girl wasn't a threat, oranges would've been forthcoming.
"You need a base. A place to protect." She doesn't do open spaces, really. Parker does vents, and warehouses, and elevator shafts, but isn't as big on open spaces.
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"I do better protecting people. Always have." He stretched a little. "And the better a view I have of the area better I can do that. Just wish they'd allow a gun. I miss my Samurai edge. Beats the hell out of knives."
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Parker flops back on a pile of random things she's made to be something of a bed. It might also include parts of what was once inside a coffin.
"Guns. I'd kill for a gun. Maybe not kill but -- yeah probably. Not here."
She wants one in the city. See how quickly the people dressed like stoned Mardi gras would piss themselves.
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He grinned the same idea in his head. "Didn't take you as a gun girl though. You look like the type to avoid anything that would draw attention."
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"And Eliot doesn't like guns. I'm good with them." They kill people quickly, and far away. She's not like Eliot. Hand to hand is all right, but a quick shot and out -- well, that's impersonal. Parker's good with things staying impersonal.
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"I don't like getting in close unless I have to." He won't tell her it's because since he's been brought here he's been seeing his team getting eaten alive by zombies whenever he closes his eyes. R doesn't help, but hey he's not going to hold it against the kid.
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She shakes her head at that memory.
"Easier far away. Don't have to see them, and get a good head start."
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Her career isn't exactly one that she wants on TV.
Parker's job always has been to know where the cameras are and stay off them. She's not made for prime time.
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