thecapitol | Since jumping's out of the question...

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Since jumping's out of the question...

Who| Parker and ANYONE AND EVERYONE (Who lives in the training centre)
What| Up on the rooftop, Parker's paused
Where| Rooftop
When| Night before the lockdown
Warnings/Notes| Will add if needed.

Parker's standing on the ledge: well, as close to the ledge as she can due to that stupid force field. Likely, as others did before her, she's considering a way down. No, Parker isn't suicidal, but more scaling off / jumping off / flying off buildings is something of a specialty for her.

She's in deep concentration. It doesn't mean she won't know when someone's coming up on her, but still, doing the mental calculations as to what would be needed if she could get around the force field, is important business.

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Eliot walks up behind her and can't help a fond smile when he sees where she's standing and what she's looking at. Not that there's any chance of that here. But it's so like her. "We'll find somewhere else for ya to go rapellin', Parker," he says quietly before he gets too close.

"Better here. Don't like the rules that I can't." After the very disquieting encounter with the other Spencer, Parker knows this one is most definitely Eliot.

"Don't like your brother." Go ahead, ask why.

She's still looking over the edge.

"That's from before, I think," he says. "And most people jump off buildings to die, not for fun."

He raises his eyebrows. "What did Linds do?"

"That's stupid." Really, why wouldn't someone want to jump off the building?

Now, she turns from the edge to look at Eliot. "Thought he was you. He's not you."

That, in Parker-speak, is a compliment.

He doesn't say anything more about jumping off the Training Center. He can't help a short laugh at her complaint about his brother, though. "We're twins," he explains. "We've been passing off as each other since we were kids.

"Couldn't even kill a bird." That should've been a clue.

"Why'd he get a girl's name?" Parker shrugs. "Didn't your parents like him? I don't." As if that has something to do with Lindsey's name.

"He couldn't kill a...?! Damn it, Linds..."

Eliot drops his head in his hands. He can't help laughing. He's going to have to escort his brother to the training floor before the next Arena.

"Da was probably drunk." He shrugged. "Like he was when he named my little sister Maxie. Da doesn't exactly like either of us anymore. Especially me. He'd probably let Lindsey come home if he wanted to."

"Not funny! I want a chicken wing, but don't make it suffer!" Parker's a conscientious carnivore.

Parker would disapprove of anyone helping Lindsey.

"Why's Maxie bad?" You know she wouldn't get that one, Eliot, you had to.

"He wasn't doing it on purpose, Parker. I should've known he wouldn't go to the training floor like I told him to. Last Arena, he got killed because he got stomach cramps from eating poison berries at the wrong time. I'm gonna have to drag him down there myself."

Sorry, Parker, he's not going to stop helping his brother just because you disapprove.

"Well, it's pretty much a boys' name. And she's a girl. She and Lindsey both got picked on because of their names."

Anna's been making her usual rounds about the building when she spots Eliot on the roof with a blonde that Anna vaguely recognizes from the television coverage of the last arena. And they're right by the ledge which is always curious, so she decides to stroll on over casually and she overhears a bit of the conversation about Lindsey.

"Was that before or after he killed you?" It's a very casual question, like if she wants to know if the sky is blue. "I'm assumin' you're referrin' to our lovely radiation poisonin' adventure in Arena 4."

"He sucks." Just in case Eliot was unclear about her opinion of his brother. It doesn't help that she feels somewhat tricked by something, or someone, with there being another person who looks like Eliot.

"Should've warned me --"

And Parker's going to shut up instantaneously upon the the other woman speaking. Everyone here, except Eliot, could kill her. Now that she knows that, best not to give away anything.

Anyone who thinks they can just walk into a conversation and think they can tease Eliot ~~and her name is not Parker or Hardison~~ must be extremely dangerous.

Eliot looks over at Anna and smiles. "After," he says, laughing as he wraps an arm around her waist. "I'd never have let him do it if I'd been around."

And then he notices Parker's reaction. "Anna's a friend, Parker," he says, catching his pseudosister's eyes. "You can trust her."

He turns to Anna. "Parker's from my team back home."

"That's what I thought, but y'never know," she teases back, not expecting the arm about her waist (pretty much a public display of affection in her book) but not minding it in the least. If anyone looks closely, they'll notice her lips curling into a happy smirk.

Anna nods and extends a hand in greeting to Parker, amused by her suspicion. "Nice t'meet you, Parker. Don't worry, I'm not as dangerous as people think I am."

Parker's eyes narrow. There's not a jealousy factor. It's not like that with Eliot.

Parker doesn't do well with new people. She doesn't want new people.

"You gonna kill me?"

Wait: arm around waist, smiling. Eliot immediately trying to get Parker to like Anna. It takes a minute, but Parker can add some things up.

"Are you two having sex?"

Has someone warned Anna Parker doesn't have a filter?

Eliot's not exactly surprised at Parker's question but he looks about like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Parker, ya can't just go around askin' people questions like that!"

"I'm not gonna kill you, Parker." She replies, until Parker asks the sex question and Anna pauses, clearly taken aback by it.

Eliot's reaction, however, makes her laugh and she buries her face in his shoulder. "Oh my god."

"Why not?" She's addressing the question firmly to Eliot.

Instead, she changes tactics. "Okay, are you 'sleeping together' without sleeping?" She uses the airquores Hardison taught her years ago. She's learned that particular social skill rather well.

"Because that's really personal. And... Not exactly... It's complicated."

How to tell his pseudosister that he wants to but can't risk Anna that way. He can't really date Anna properly and there's no way he's going to explain everything to Parker. That way led to trouble.

Anna knows the complications of their current.... situation... and she wants to try helping him out. "Parker, it was a one-time thing. There were extenuatin' circumstances and it's not-- I don't think we--"

What was the point of it all again?

Parker's hands ball into fists, in excitement, not anger. She has perfected the air quote, since the woman Eliot's sleeping with (who needs names) answered the question.

"Extenuating circumstances. Okay." Parker finds that funny, for only reasons Parker will find funny.

Parker's definitely odd in Anna's book, but it's almost like Adam and in spite of the awkward situation, she appears to find Parker endearing.

"Yeah, I... I got nothin'." Sorry Eliot.

Eliot sighs. "It's complicated, Parker. Not like back home. Anna and I, we can't... It's not safe."

Parker's going to think about that for a moment, and as what likely has to be the worst thing she's ever asked Eliot.

"Not safe? Why, she got something?"

Anna's going to get a glare.

"What? No, Parker!" He shakes his head fondly. "It's not her. It's... Remember the job we took for Wellesley? It's something like that."

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Since jumping's out of the question...

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if threadjacking isn't cool lemme know?

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I need an icon of Eliot looking embarrassed for this......

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