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[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[CLEARLY, someone has not learned their lesson.

When boredom strikes, it strikes hard. Parker, who promised not to do it again, is now clambering through the air ducts at random to see where she will find herself. Because really, telling her not to crawl through tiny spaces is like telling her TO crawl through tiny spaces.

Where will she find herself? Perhaps YOUR room?]

(ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN. Feel free to hear her coming or continue about unsuspectingly. She'll drop in to say hello. :3)

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[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh, and bothered he shall be. When she reaches the air vent, she peers in through the slats, taking in the view. Ffff, is this opera? Oh wait, she's heard this before. She catches herself before she hums it aloud, and works to quietly remove the vent cover.]

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[Normally he'd notice that, but he's rather enjoying this particular aria. He's blissfully oblivious as he turns a page]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[The cover slips off and she sets it off to the side while she very slowly slips down. She probably should not be doing this, but hey, if he's distracted she's going to take advantage and poke around. She's missed doing this, honestly. Anything of worth around?]

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[oh, lots. They have nice taste after all. However, though the sound didn't get his attention, movement in the room does. He's pointing a gun at her, eyes narrowed]

Just what. Do you think you're doing?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[OH SHINY TOMATO. She freezes and drops a paperweight she'd found and it lands on her foot. AND IT REALLY HURTS. She visibly winces but remains still.]

I-I-I was just looking I swear.

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[one raised eyebrow, his eyes darting up to look at the air vent before back at her]

And you had to break into my room to do that?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She would steal a glance at the vent as well but, y'know, GUN.]

I guess not. Consider this a lesson learned! I will totally leave right now.

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[gives her THE LOOKTM.]

Uh-huh. Sure. So. You make a habit of breakin' into people's rooms and "looking around"? Or you gonna try to tell me you were just... bored...

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[...Both are true statements, really.]

But I really was bored...

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[unimpressed, but he lowers the gun.]

'Least you're honest. You gotta name?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She considers lying, but there's not really a point anymore.]

Parker.

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you. I'm Special Agent Paul Smecker.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[...

Oh god lips curling up at that last name. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.]

Nice to meet you.

...[FFFFFFFFFFF] Smecker.

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[gives her THE LOOK. Don't make fun of the name, sweetheart]

So, what do you do when you're not creeping through the air ducts?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[But it's so easy, so very easy... But she resists. If only because yeah, he still has a weapon.]

Creep through other places?

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[good girl. He thinks for a minute before smiling, setting his gun on the table nearby and sitting down.]

See anything interesting?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

Yours is pretty interesting so far. You've got good taste. [Good usually means expensive.]

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

I meant more along the lines of interesting people not things.

[eyeroll]