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Occupation: Bio Major / Crim Minor & Waiter at Bernard's
Joined: 27-June 16
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Local Time: Jun 26 2017, 12:52 AM
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Yesterday at 03:56 pm
It’s a chilly Saturday night in late April. Parker takes a drink of almost straight vodka to rid the taste of ash from his mouth and wash the dull sheen of guilt from his thoughts.
He grimaces from the burn as it goes down and makes his stomach churn uncomfortably - turns it to a smile when he notices Adlai look at him, his stomach churning again, but different. Parker sits cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against his bed with a deck of cards spread out next to him, completely forgotten about while folk punk music plays from his laptop in the background as he tells Adlai about the boy that gave him the scar on the back of his head and what the hospital was like when he was getting the staples removed from his scalp.
(It’s a conversation stemming from last weekend when Adlai cut his hair for him. Short around the sides and back, unintentionally a bit choppy but he doesn’t hate it. Carrie complimented it, but he can’t tell Adlai that. He tries not to talk about her when spending time with him and tries not to think about the reasons why.)
Cher and Max have seemingly left for the weekend to spend time with family as they usually do and Dominic is at his friends’ dorm. Parker’s been drinking since before Adlai came over per their plans, since before noon, even. He was also drunk last night and all through Tuesday too, but Adlai doesn’t know that. He doesn’t need to. The music lulls and Adlai laughs softly, feeling so... far away as Parker finishes his drink, trying not to gag. Trying to keep it down with everything else that hurts too much, like he has with everything these past few months.
“But yeah, sorry I got weird about it. I guess... I dunno, I just forgot about it?” Parker rests his hand against the back of is head, still unused to the feeling of his hair being this short. “Feels like it’s a lot more obvious than it prob’ly actually is,” he confesses, the words slurring together with a crooked, forced smile.
Jun 23 2017, 04:19 PM
Parker Emery's Car and Maintenance Fund
$1,035 of $3,000 goal
This past winter just before the end of 2016, my car finally gave out on me when the engine ended up freezing over. It was a junker I purchased with the majority of my savings after moving to America, but I have relied on it to get between work and school, among other things. I later found out there were other serious issues with the brakes and steering that made it unsafe to drive. After looking through my options, I found it would cost more to fix than to get a different used car.
I have been able to rely on the kindness of my friends for rides and also my girlfriend, who has been letting me use her car as I save up, but not having my own car has generally made everything much more difficult to work around. Additionally, the costs of getting my car towed and looked at were a lot more than I was expecting, and since I haven't been able to work as much I have barely been able to save up. I've come to a point where I realize I need to reach out for some extra help.
Beyond the cost of the car out-right, money raised will go towards registration and proper maintenance. Having a means of reliable transportation will help me keep my job and start rebuilding my savings. I appreciate any little bit that can be spared.
May 24 2017, 12:05 AM
Parker walks over to the PBP house from the dorms, checking his phone again to see if Carrie's texted yet. She hasn't. Earlier in the week they planned a date night and had been texting frequently, but he hasn't seen or heard from her all day. After texting her a couple of times, he tried to tell himself that maybe she just wanted the day to herself before they were to meet up. When he still didn't get a response by that time, the worry came right back ten-fold.
And his mind has been running through all the worst possible circumstances, not helped by the fact that he's been in such a bad place lately. He was hoping that seeing her tonight could make him feel a little better, but what if she decided she doesn't want to see him anymore? Did something happened to her?
Why wouldn't Amber text him then?
Walking up to the house, he knocks on the front door as he opens it, announcing himself like he always does now, making his way up to Carrie's room. He checks his phone one last time and takes a breath before knocking on her door without a word. When there's no response, he knocks again and waits a few moments, leaning close to the wood of her door like he might hear some sort of movement from the other side.
"Care? Carrie, you there?"
Apr 15 2017, 10:48 PM
It's evening by the time Adlai and Parker make it back to the UMM dorms, having come from picking up Parker at MC and swinging by the grocery store so Adlai could go in and buy the alcohol for them. The conversation thus far has been pleasant but still a bit awkward in Parker's mind, nevertheless, he's glad Adlai agreed to this.
He follows Adlai inside where it seems to be mostly empty, many having already left for the break.
Mar 25 2017, 08:21 PM
Friday, December 23rd 2016Adlai & Parker take a drive around town to make fun of all the bright, garishly decorated houses.warnings:
unhygienic, disordered eating, self harm
It’s well into the afternoon, passing into evening, on the day before Christmas Eve (Christmas Lilith, if you will) and Parker’s curled up in bed on his laptop. He’s only been awake for about twenty minutes, is several days unshowered, and can't remember the last time he ate. An ache sits heavy in his chest as he scrolls through facebook, seeing all the happy family photos and cheery holiday wishes. It hurts in the strangest way, but maybe it's just the realization that he is well and truly alone
this year. A different kind of alone than he’s used to, a different kind than he wants.
It’s also the day before the start of Hanukkah and Adlai’s as homesick as he’s ever been. Three years and it still hasn't gotten any easier to celebrate without his parents, in this place where everything is so gruesomely
Christmas. So when he’s scrolling through facebook on his phone and notices that Parker’s online for the first time in days, having shared two articles that seem critical of the holiday (1
), his interest is piqued. He can’t get himself to stop thinking about it - that faded scar above Parker’s lip, the way his shoulders slope, how his hair has grown enough to curl at the ends. He recalls Parker saying he grew up in a Catholic household and figures that he, too, must be homesick in his own way.
It gives Adlai an idea… And about an hour later he’s pulling into the MC dorm parking lot without having messaged Parker first, his long hair pulled back into a loose bun and eyes sunken, tired.
It’s going on day number two of this latest manic episode.
Meanwhile, Parker grips the edge of the bathroom sink so tight, refusing to meet his own eyes in the mirror. Instead he watches his arms, how the too-hot water of his shower has made his skin blossom red and angry, figuring this is better than the other things he could be doing to make things feel real enough. (Though it makes the scarred lines trailing up to his shoulders all the more prominent. He hates it.)
He’s slow to finish changing, in a new short sleeved shirt
because he'd forgotten to grab a sweater from his room. But when he’s finally done in the bathroom and headed back with dirty clothes balled up in his arms, he freezes upon seeing Adlai at his door, hesitating to knock. Why is he here? Did something happen?
With a furrowed brow, Parker slowly approaches as he adjusts the clothes in his arms to cover them as best as he can manage. “Adlai?”
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