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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"Occasionally," Diana admitted. She'd long ago given up on keeping the secret identity going here, so she added, "Usually I go up, not down, afterwards. Until I was brought here, I could fly, but they've taken that from for the moment." She smiled, self-deprecatingly. "Some of the thrill is lost when you know you'll never hit the ground, possibly."

"A climber too? You have a special rig you like?" Parker does, and she thinks there's someone here who can -- wait --

"So you never fall?"

Diana let out a soft laugh. "No, I wouldn't say that. I've fallen more times than I'd like to admit. It's just that usually when I fall it's because someone's thrown me down."

"Oh! Unplanned drop. Those are good, thinking on the way down."
Insert the appropriate cat burglar joke here.

Parker pauses, as if remembering some time in the past when she's done such a thing.

Shaking her head, "Yeah, falling. Most fun is getting back up to throw them."

"Has anyone ever told you you have an amazingly optimistic view of things?" asked Diana, grinning. "You know, that's often my favorite part myself."

"Eliot usually says there's something wrong with me." She nods her head like the truth is that there's clearly something wrong with Eliot.

"Why don't they get that's the fun part?"

People are weird.

"Eliot's maybe more of a pessimist then." Diana would have said something further, but Parker didn't appear bothered by this Eliot's opinions. "Not everybody enjoys the thrill of a good fight, I've found, especially when they think falling means losing."

"He's that, always 'dammit Parker!'"

But there's one correction. "He loves fighting. It's the falling part before he thinks is weird."

"Well, if we ever meet I'll be sure to teach him the value of falling." Diana smiled, to make sure it was obvious she was joking, not threatening. In a place like this, the mistake could be too easily made.

"He wouldn't take that very well he's say 'Dammit whateveryournameis.'" Then again, there's another possible thing.

"Or he'd kill you."

"He could try. Wouldn't be the first. And it would be Dammit Diana, actually."

"Diana? One name too?"

She presumes. Parker tends to presume these things.

"For most of my life. Recently I took the surname 'Prince', to make things simpler. Is Parker your name? Your only name?"

"Diana Prince," Parker's eyes look off to the side, as if she's trying to read something in the back of her brain. It's a name she knows, but why would she know it? Usually, names never matter to her.

"Just Parker." It's been just Parker for so long that whatever other name she may have had, doesn't matter. Names rarely do.

"That's right," Diana confirmed. "My friend helped pick it out, I think he thought it was funny."

"You picked your own name?" Wait, in a way she did that too.

It's the full name that has Parker thinking, "Do you know Hardison?" She's associating the name with him, somehow. Excuse Parker for looking suspicious. She doesn't deal well when thinking about Hardison and other women. She has issues.

"With help," she said, nodding. "I felt it was time for a change." And a secret identity, which didn't really work out since she was apparently incapable of fooling anyone for an extended period of time.

"Hardison? I don't believe so, the name isn't familiar to me."

"You sure?" If she looks a little strike>jealous colder, it's because she isn't really comfortable with feelings.

"He's talked about you. Diana Prince. Thinks you're hot." In her mind, she starts replaying a conversation she once had with him. There's a gap in her talking as it runs through to the end.

"WONDER WOMAN!" Parker sounds relieved because comic book characters aren't a threat, except. "But you're real."

"I was last time I checked," she said, raising her eyebrows. "You've heard of me?" She tactfully avoided the 'thinks you're hot' comment.

"I have. Hardison's read all about you."

Parker looks Diana over, top to toe, "you are hot."

Parker lacks tact.

"I guess that means we're from the same place," she said, assuming that this Hardison person has read about her in articles, perhaps even read her book. "The same universe, I mean."

Diana blinked. This was hardly the first time her appearance had been commented on, even so bluntly and to her face, but it was rarely so...matter-of-fact. "That's--thank you?"

"You're in all his books. Sometimes, you look different, and he complains about art." As it's not art, in Parker's mind, that would make millions on the black market, it doesn't interest her.

All that affability Parker's shown previously, disappears for half a second, "If he comes here, don't talk to him."

That might've sounded a little threatening. Parker gets that way over Hardison.

"All of his books?" she repeated. "Do you mean, he's read my book? Or books about me?" Those tended to be...inaccurate at best.

Diana tilted her head curiously, recognizing the threat though not, in fact, feeling threatened. "Shouldn't who he talks to be his choice?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Books about you. Lots of them. Sometimes you're drawn differently."

See, there are very few things Parker would genuinely threaten someone over and she's annoyed the other woman didn't get it. "No. Yes. No. Just don't."

Feelings are hard. They are even harder when one is Parker.

"Drawn?" said Diana, brow furrowed, trying to think what books she could be talking about.

She hesitated, then ventured cautiously, "Can I ask why?"

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