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[parker-blackwood]

There’s some sins that you commit that you can’t come back from. You die and God, he says, “Nah you can’t come in, you have to go away. You have to be alone. You have to be alone forever.”

[parker-blackwood]

Unpleasant company seems like an understatement. But, you do seem to be quite a tough cookie. Must be peanut butter. [He laughs softly.] I'm sure that as long as they've got food, they don't give me another thought. Definitely not, I'm afraid. Better than America, though. No doubt. 

{Lottie gives a small smile.} Ah, just ran into some unpleasant company, ended up in the hospital. I’m alright now, though. I’m a tough cookie. {She gives a tiny shrug, giggling at her own comment.} I’m sure they miss you sorely. Ah, yes, England. Not as magical as Australia, I guess. {She smiles, going along with their old joke.}

[parker-blackwood]

My motivation is surprisingly effective. That's pretty impressive. And it all runs together after a while, no worries. [He shrugs with a smile.] If you're sure you're not getting sick, who am I to argue? The weather smells like bacon? You know what, it wouldn't surprise me anymore. Tell that to my life. Maybe it'll listen to you. I'm not sick right now, thankfully.

I smell bacon

[parker-blackwood]

[Webb and Burkhart, both having more experience and generally more knowledge when it came to combat, usually taught the classes and Parker would help as needed. Hearing the words 'pepper spraying' he turned from where he had been tending to some dummies that were in a sad state and just watched. He couldn't help but chuckle as the students filed out.] Well, piss, I guess I've been doing this fighting thing all wrong. [He shakes his head before giving the other a somewhat sympathizing smile.] Seriously, though pepper spray? Couldn't they be more creative?

Pepper spraying your opponent is not appropriate.

How many goddamn times do I have to say this eh? At least once every week! Give me that thing, you’re no longer allowed to have this on the premises, if I catch you again with it, you’ll be out of my class. [Sighing lightly, Caleb puts the pepper spray into his pocket and waves a hand in the air] Class dismissed. Next week I’d like to see improvement people, keep your logs updated. [Turning away from all of his students, he begins to take the wraps off his hands, shaking his head. These kids…they never learned]

[parker-blackwood]

[Sitting with his back against the door to his bedroom, he looks at them both, smiling at Corey's initial question.] Yes, in fact, it is. Sparrow, your rampant alcoholism makes me sad. Dove, it hurts me that you can't give up crystal meth and once we've sorted you two out, I welcome you to discuss my addiction to prescription narcotics. [He chuckles but it falls flat as Ingrid speaks.] Oi. We're not unfair. We're worried. I'm worried. About both of you. This isn't childish, Dove. Childish would be me running about after you pulling your hair until you finally got sick of it. This is me trying to keep the only thing I have in this world together. [His smile dropped with those words and he looked at them heavily.] You know that it is hard for me to tell you both no. But damn it, I'm going to be selfish for once. So no, Sparrow, you cannot go now. We're not leaving here until you two have sorted this out. Or until one of you decides I'm not longer worth having in your life and finds away to rectify that. 

So is this an intervention or what?

(she asks with her arms crossed over her chest looking at her older brother. Sitting on the bed, she lets out a sigh as she leans back to the wall. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to tell him she and Ingrid had quite a serious discussion the other day… Now all three Blackwoods were inside Parker’s room and he’d made it clear that both girls should use this time to talk about their differences and solve their problems). Look, I appreciate that you try to be a mediator in this whole thing, but this is so damn childish, Parker. Ingrid and I can talk about it later… whenever we feel ready to talk about it (her eyes drifted to her little sister, her expression as serious as before. Both girls had completely ignored and avoided each other over the past couple of days).

[parker-blackwood]

[Parker nods with a soft grin.] Ain't too keen on looking out for those of us who don't, or can't, eat meat. I've managed almost 13 years without it. Well, except for some chicken and seafood every now and again. Can't say I miss it. So, yeah, and option would be nice. [He cocks his head to the side.] You coming down with something, maybe? Anytime I get sick, I'm always tired no matter how much I sleep. 'Course, not like I get to rest when it happens. That's life.

I smell bacon

[parker-blackwood]

[Parker has to stop his brotherly instincts as he looks at the cuts and bruises. Worry floods his gut and though he manages to keep his smile, it is dimmer.] I'm sorry, love. What's happened? Better is good. Hopefully it comes sooner than later. [What he wouldn't give to take her to the healer's at St. Mary's. But she was a human, so far as he could tell, and taking her there would be painting a target on her bigger than the Great Barrier Reef.] I'm okay. The kangaroos are getting by without me, so I'm told. Me, I'm just trying to get by here in merry old England. 

{Lottie’s lucky. So why doesn’t she feel that way? She’s been allowed out of the hospital. Compared to other two people who had apparently had seizures, she’s in remarkable condition. But she feels awful. She knows she looks awful — all bruised and cut and sore all over. She hasnt seen or heard a thing of Theo. She’s still confused about everything that had occurred that night. Lottie just can’t see the bright side of this one. Sighing, she perches on a bench and looks down, curls falling into her face. Her head snaps up quickly as someone sits beside her, and despite how lousy she’s feeling, her beat up face lights up slightly.} Hello, Mr. Parker. Me? I’ve not been so well. But, I’ll be better. How’re you? Still working on your magic with the kangaroos? {She manages a small giggle, smiling.}

[parker-blackwood]

[It's remarkable how easy it was for Parker to get permission to leave the grounds. Hearst must have been a bit distracted. Parker could sympathize. Everything weighed on his mind and he needed to not be worried about Ingrid overhearing. He strolls through a park not to far from the hospital, hands in his pockets. He spies a familiar blonde on a bench and goes over to her, sitting down without a word. He pulls a coin from his pocket, lays it flat in his palm before covering it up and changing it into a pebble. Revealing the stone, he smiles.] How's my favorite magician these days?

[parker-blackwood]

"I'd take you home with me, you know that. Don't ya, girl? Yeah, I'd give you a good home. Lots of love. Treats too. But I don't have a good home to give. Not yet anyway. Can't ask you to wait for me. But, maybe you'll get a good home soon, yeah? A little boy and a little girl to run around with. They'll name you something sweet. Lily, maybe. And you'll have a family. I just know it. Hold out til then, girl. That's all we gotta do, yeah? Hold out for a good home."

[parker-blackwood]

They really do. Nauseating as hell. I kind of smell it, but that could just be the memory. [He shrugs, taking a deep breath. He's relieved to find that he doesn't almost smell the meat anymore, so he relaxes.] They really do. I tend to sneak into the kitchen 'cause then I can cook without meat and eat without that smell. I'm alright. [He smiles widely.] I'm always alright. How are you, Bernie?

I smell bacon

[parker-blackwood]

[Parker sniffs reflexively, and thinks he almost smells bacon, which makes him gag. He looks at the man, and shrugs.] I dunno, mate. I think they had bacon in the cafeteria this morning. I'm sure they did, 'cause I couldn't eat in there. But, I don't know why it still smells that way. 

I smell bacon

[Bernie sniffs in the air with his nose snuffed up. There is a faint smell of bacon and it has been following him all day. He could almost taste it.] Where do I smell bacon?

[parker-blackwood]

"Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all"  - Courtney M. Privett

[parker-blackwood]

[The hand on his back was familiar and welcome. The words that came next were knives to the already tender heart.] No, that isn't what I want to hear, Ingrid. I want to know that you are safe. I want to know that self-defense isn't a going concern. And I'm sorry you had to stab someone. [There was more sincerity in those last words than Parker had intended. He knew what it meant to do something you didn't want to do. He knew how it weighed on the soul. Swallowing, he looks at her.] No one told me what to do. They died and I have been guessing ever since. And I know I get it wrong a lot. So, maybe those aren't the only two options. But...but I don't know what I'm doing. [And I am so scared I'm fucking it up. His arms wrap around her automatically as she sits into his lap. He rocks gently and his chest heaves in a shuddering breath that he tries to control.] I am always right here for you, Ingrid. I really have failed if you could ever think anything other than that. No matter what you do, you can always come to me. My arms are always open and even if I don't understand, I will always love you. Somethings never change. 

You shouldn't stand in doorways.

[parker-blackwood]

I love you too, Sparrow. [He cracks a small smile. Lucky. He'd been lucky. Right. He doesn't want to fight. He doesn't want to argue. And if he did, what good would have come of it? Shut up and smile, Parker.] Right, we were just different. Totally different. What was I thinking? I'm not saying to blame him for it. It shouldn't have been an incident like that at all. We aren't living in a school that has a love of murder and pain. Clearly, we needed a little more potential for that in our lives. [He smiles as he speaks. Not a threatening smile, not a sarcastic smile. Just a smile. The smile he always wears. And as he listens, as she explains that he's different, he feels a numb sort of resignation.] So he's different. You like him. And you're twenty-two. There's nothing I can do that will change this. So, I can either go batshit and try to lock you up until you remember that somewhere in you is the ability to push thoughts and you, having developed at hatred for me that is unparalleled, push your way out of captivity and I lose you entirely. Or, I can step back despite every instinct in me screaming that it is a bad idea and I can let you live your life. [He wipes his eyes, half-formed tears threatening to fall.] I'm still not sure which option I'm going with. [He chuckles weakly.] Should have known you'd fly away one day. Sparrows always do.

You shouldn't stand in doorways.

[parker-blackwood]

I have moments that aren't too bad, but there's always something I'm struggling with, or feeling guilty about. I just figured I needed to try harder, but I find it difficult to sustain that motivation.

Paul Young

[parker-blackwood]

[He looks at the woman she has become. And he doesn't know how to cope with all of this. Things should be simpler. Like they used to. He was enough back then. Well, maybe not enough. Never enough. But he felt like he was at least worth something to them.] I was fifteen. You and Corey were younger than that. We didn't join a crime syndicate. I don't care if he planned it. The fact of the matter is it happened, Ingrid. Things like that can always happen when you are with him. [Any trace of his normal joking tone had faded to a dead, flat sound.] You're damn right I am worried because you are the baby. You are my goddamn sister and I know you have to grow up and live your life someday. But why him? Huh? Why would you choose someone like him? [He pushes his own selfishness down. Thoughts try to form in his head. 'Why would  you do this to me?' 'What did I do wrong?' Both of those never fulled formed, he quelled them. But the last he couldn't stop. 'What if I lose you too?']

You shouldn't stand in doorways.

[parker-blackwood]

And I won’t fight it in vain I love you just the same I couldn’t know what’s in your mind But I saw the pictures, you’re looking fine

And there was a time When I stood in line for love, for love, for love But I let you go, oh, I let you go