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Cdr "rhymes with witch" Shepard ([personal profile] 2leftfeet) wrote2014-06-16 11:30 pm
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-09 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Squaring off, starting again-- it would break the flow. She doesn't really want that. She wants to keep going until adrenaline takes the best out of both of them, make them go too far. It's not conscious though, most of it is deep underneath a thick layer of competitiveness, or at least that's what she's going on of.

The arm around her neck getting gripped so tight hurts; her fingers curl in reaction to the way its held. Part of her is expecting Shepard to jump back (makes sense to her in her head, impulsive, not caring for consequences), so when she suddenly shifts and hurls her over her back, Parker yells out in surprise, hitting the smooth wood of the half pipe with her shoulder harshly, but doesn't care about that. Only to scamper on to her feet, one second to breathe in, and she's back to circle Shepard.

Doesn't have to say anything to taunt, press, push, entice her to go a step further. Doesn't want to talk, let's her body and her eyes tell it. Come on, Shepard. You're falling behind.
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-10 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She hears it. The tone, silent between words, but there anyway. It's working and Parker wants it to work. Her lip curls a little, shoulders strain, hands curl tighter (hears a tendon pull around the bone pull, pull, muscles tense and taught). Jaw sets and hears through the taunt.

It's not something she cares for. To be teased and trying to push her over to irritation. Specific things can make her angry, make her all hard wired, but jabs like that, she can take.

Her head tilts slightly and Parker suddenly stops circling. Pushes a foot forward, good grounding, knees bent, light and ready. Standing ground. Words aren't necessary when the stance she takes speaks for itself, a dare for Shepard to move first for once, maybe challenging.

Come on.
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-12 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Shepard takes the first step, Parker sees it. The way the leg bends a fraction of a second before she drives in her direction. Puts her arms up, ready to defend-- wants to counter rather than use her strength, better that way.

She moves out of the way-- if the way had been hadn't been left. So instead of avoiding the hit, she walks right into it, takes the knuckle hard. The strike lands, nothing to hold back, and Parker feels her whole head shake with the impact, sees black spots all over.

Even like that, though, she tries to hit back, elbow aimed at her stomach, even if rushed and sort of wobbly.
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-12 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This definitely isn't Parker's wheelhouse. Especially not against Shepard. She can hold her own against someone of her skill, better against people without it, but against a heavily trained marine?

Clearly not.

She takes the punch to her gut, hard, nearly takes her air out of her lungs, but impacts are something she's used to. Where she lacks in strength and skill, she makes up for it in endurance (even if it doesn't look like). Head pounding, stomach hurting, blood from her mouth, split lip. Parker drives against Shepard with her shoulder, bent like that, pushing hard against the floor and jumping, trying to tip her off balance and smack her down on the floor, trying to pin her down.
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-13 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shit.

It's about what she gets in her head before Shepard is slamming down on her shoulder, hitting all the sore spots at once and she can't help but to cry out as she goes down, hands losing grip. Falls on her face.

For a second, less than that, she stays there. Doesn't want to move an inch. Hard wood floor, slick and smooth. If she stays there, maybe she can stop for a second. A while longer. Stop doing things. Just stop-- even if she can't. Won't.

And her refusal is what gets her to roll on her back, kick up, try to push Shepard back to have space for getting up.
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for reference this is now day 137 laughs awkwardly

[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-13 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She gets up in one move, hands planted behind her, hips pushing up and prompting herself up. Shoulders heaving up and down, sweat and blood. Sore muscles, knuckles bruised. Teeth clenched, each breath a hiss. She's backing up but Parker can't turn off the anger inside her chest.

The fight was a good excuse for it. A good cover. Hiding anger with adrenaline, spur of the moment. But it isn't from the moment at all and she doesn't want to stop being angry. Because if she stops, she has to think about everything. Hear it, see it in her head. Feel it again in a memory that doesn't want to fade. Would she really do it? In a different universe, a parallel future-- an alternative timeline. Maybe there's one happening right now.
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Don't-- [ She finally opens her mouth, to say something. Anything. Don't turn away. She doesn't want this to end. Please.

Parker bends over herself, hands on knees, gripping jeans tight enough to turn red knuckles white. Not because she's tired or needs her pause, but because it's the only way to hide her face without being too evident. Clenches her jaw so hard it hurts, frown so deep it wrinkles all her lines. Put yourself back together, Andy.

She straightens up again, fists curled by her sides.
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Why did you stop? [ Not said as a question but as a demand. ]
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magical world

[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-13 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment, a tiny, barely imperceptible moment, where Parker eyebrows knit, eyes glance away from the sharp stare, shoulder drop. But it's gone in the blink of an eye, faster, because she can't let that out.

Parker brings a palm to her mouth, wipes the blood from her lip and then her nose against the back of her hand. Holds it there for a second longer. Can hear it, in the darker side of her brain. Feel it in the back of her throat.
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Whatever.

[ Tired. Whiny like a kid that's been denied their toy. Looks at Shepard one last time before she turns away, hands shoved into her pockets and curled into angry fists. Like trying to hold on to it. ]
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2015-07-13 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's brief, the thought she entertains, to tell her. That she's tired. She's so tired of trying and coming up empty handed. She's so tired of feeling useless when she tries so hard in finding a place for herself. Tired of not being needed, of wanting to give up, of not giving up, of holding back, of biting her tongue, of not-- not being able to fight against it. Having to curb with every fiber of her being the need to speak, to do the right thing. To bury it and to pick it back up in the hardest of times.

Wants to tell her for a second, that she's so tired because the Black Box is so suffocating that she can't shake the feeling that what happens there might just happen one day and she won't know what to do then. And that she doesn't want to feel her friends not needing her all the time. It's selfish, maybe, that sense of acknowledgement she craves. Misses it. She was good at what she did, once. Little rebel. Right arm of the resistance.

Reduced to this. Better people around her. Smarter, faster, braver. More than she will ever amount to.

All that, and all that Parker does is to keep walking. Tight voice.
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I was just bored. [ She raises a hand, all casual. Tone soft and light. ] I'll see you later.