-Time skip of about a week-
Parker lay in bed relishing her day off for a good hour, waiting for Devon to go to work so she could avoid dealing with the nagging of her poor diet. Devon was a lucky one (for work hours anyway). She worked at a children's hospital. Four days a week. Wednesday through Saturday, and got ten hour days. And an hour break for lunch. Devon did love her job. She loved kids, and helping people in general. It's arguable that there are variable and x-factors that could be complained about though. Parker thought about how nice it was to have that job, then remembered she couldn't stand most children, or most children's parents. It's not like she didn't love her job, she did. But there were certain things she wished she could change. Like her hours for instance. Monday through Friday. Five days a week, and worked from 3pm until 12am. Sometimes stayed later if the case had enough a pull.
But that wasn't really something that bothered her. It was the majority of people who worked there that did it. The only other females in her department (and there were only two) were miserable, typical, bitchy women. One a bit over middle age, with a failing marriage and bipolar disorder. Jane. She had short dim brown curly hair, pale squinted blue eyes, that always seemed to be scrutinizing and judging you. And she stood at about 5'7" and around 120lbs. She was gaunt, and her face wasn't very friendly or very pretty. Parker sort of felt sorry for her though. Maybe she was so nasty to everyone because of her failing marriage. Or maybe her marriage was failing because she was nasty. None of them really knew. And the other, was Sera. Sera, was much different from Jane; she was about 23, and very pretty. But in the "typical" kind of way, I guess one could say. Straight black hair that reached her shoulders, dark fox-like brown eyes, unnatural tanned skin, and a thin but moderately shapely body, decorated with Versace, Gucci, and all of those rich bitch snob name brands that say "Hey, I spent more money on my little Chihuahua's sweater than you did on your car!" . She looked like Kim Kardashian, but had a much smaller bust, and no ass. This girl was also a raging nymphomaniac, who only got the job because she fucked the right people. Not to mention she is now on the notification list for genital herpes. So I guess she got what she deserved for quite literally screwing other people out of the job position.
The rest of the workplace were men. All of them either looking down on her because she's a female, or wanting to jump in bed with her. Or sometimes even both. The worst two were Harry and Jason. Harry, 32, married, and a chauvinistic pig. Like a true politician. He was fit, a bit tan, brown eyes, brown hair. He looked like an average man, but in his own eyes he was untouchable. He could do no wrong, but no one else could do any right. He never made mistakes. This man must be god. Well, that's what he likes to think anyway. Always jumping at absolutely anything without male genitalia. As for Jason, he might just be worse than Harry. A slender "figure" pale, dark, scraggly hair that reached his jaw, piercing blue eyes that were more frightening than pretty. And had what Rich liked to call it, a "Shit-eating rapist grin." Sex. He's all about it and nearly nothing else other than his job. He's either talking about it, thinking about it, or doing it. Or trying to get it. This man is probably perfect for Sera -if he wasn't so strange looking, she'd probably already be on that- Putting it nicely, Jason is the biggest creep in the department. Parker has many times over suspected that he needs to be locked up somewhere, and undergo treatment to not constantly wanting to fuck anything that moves. Or doesn't move.
And then, there was Parker.
Parker was an oddity in most cases. Standing at 5 foot nothing, and weighed about 113lbs at best. She had killer curves though. Something she was considerably lucky to have. Most females had to wear push-up bras and certain styles of clothing to look that way. Her complexion a snowy, pale color. Not sick looking, but more like a little porcelain doll. She had several beauty marks scattered across her ivory skin. Large cat-like moss green eyes. With long, thick, dark lashes that framed them. And a pair of delicately arched brows. Sculpted, yet feminine cheekbones, and full candy peach colored lips, that accented her pixie like nose. Her hair was pretty unusual as well. White blonde, with low-lights dyed black along the underneath, and thin blood red streaks peeking through as well.
As she internally compared the different appearances of herself and the two other women in her department she wondered when Devon would be leaving for work. She never took this long. Maybe she left already and she just didn't notice? Parker peered through the cracked door to see if Devon's bag was on the table. Negative. Which gave her the go-ahead to make her way out of her light-less bedroom area and be free to have a cigarette on the windowsill. She shuffled back into her "room" and dug around in her bag to grab her cancer sticks. She opened the window and perched herself and lit up. She took a long thoughtful drag as she looked over at the apartment window across from her. '…L. Working on the case…L…' she thought. And as she thought about her childhood idol, old memories of Wammy's came flooding back to her mind. How she always used to get into trouble by Roger because she was always in fights. Because all the boys were immature and used to make Devon cry. And how Mello and Matt used to make fun of Parker. Calling her ugly, and telling her she couldn't hangout with them because she was a girl. None of that mattered now. It used to rile her up in those days though. But she wouldn't change any of it. Regardless of the hard times they gave her, she was fond of those memories.
She quickly finished her cigarette, the cold wind reminding her that a tank top and underwear was not the appropriate attire for a windowsill in the middle of winter. Not to mention, she also felt a little strange. As though she were being watched. The thought skived her out and she went back in, shutting the window and the curtains. She hadn't had this feeling many times before, but the few times she did, she had been right. Which made her even more uncomfortable. She decided a shower would be a good way to get rid of unnerving thoughts. She stood in the tiny bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Exhaling with a large sigh, she pulled her tank top off, revealing a relatively toned abdomen and back. Blemished with a pair of two large, thick scars. One over her ribs, and the other in between her hip bone and navel. She ran her thin fingers over them and the memory was just a memory now. She removed the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water on to an absurdly hot temperature. Fogging the bathroom so she couldn't see her own hand in front of her. 'He'll always be watching me. I'll never forget his face…Watching me, from the corners of my mind. Always there.' she thought as she slipped into a morose state of thought, and let the shower fog consume her, sliding down the shower wall to sit in the corner of the tub.
-This chapter's a bit slow, but it's part of the build to the story ^ ^
Let me know what you think; critiques always welcome :3