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Who: the new Nuclear Parliament.
What: meeting the band.
When: throughout January.
Where: Parliament penthouse.
Warnings: nawp.

The penthouse is pervaded by a sense of emptiness.

The disappearances had been slow; first Kanami had gone, and there had been a serious noise reduction which Parker had always thought Chris had been doing his damndest to make up for. Then he'd disappeared too, and with three, they'd really started to feel it. Shotaro disappearing after the party sapped the last of their energy; Parker spent most of her time in her room or gone, and the luxury of the property had faded to white noise. The penthouse is clean, but in a sparse, barely used kind of way. Parker feels like they could disappear and leave it empty at any minute, almost as if there had never been a Parliament at all.

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Whoever has been appreciating any clean sense the penthouse had to offer is going to have to be make peace with that feeling and say goodbye, because a 16-year-old doesn't care to care for or pick up after himself is going to be moving in. This means clothes left in black and white piles around his door, random gadgets and food occupying what was once empty table space, and a night-owl trait so great that it's safe to assume he's on something good to keep him up all those hours while still being active. Except from the times of 5am to noon. Unless forced, it will sleep.

Good thing he's dedicated at what he does and decent enough at it, or else who would willingly put up with something like that?

Welcome to living with Roxas. Someone who looks like a younger version of a certain some other new band mate, almost uncannily so. And if you think that's odd, wait until you see him side by side with his counterpart in Pride. Please don't bring that up unless you want all the cattiness a teenager could offer.

Parker is in actual hell, she has been condemned to an actual, literal hell, and she would sell out to Pride if she could be saved. God is punishing her with teenage boys, and if she could fight him she would absolutely do it right now.

Eventually, it's too much, and she throws Roxas' door open unceremoniously, kicking his clothes in so they don't litter the hallways, scowl etched furiously into her face.

She sure has, and she sure is! Of course, Roxas is oblivious to this 'problem' because he doesn't see a problem. It's an issue when it starts to smell, right? Right?

No? Why are we busting open doors and kicking other people's things? That's not very nice. Headphones around his neck, earpiece on each side of his face and music loud to a degree of unhealthy beating relentlessly, the ferocity of the scowl on her face is loud enough to drown out the noise so close to him.

"Hey... why?" Not what are you doing, can I help you, or is there a problem? Why. Good luck, Parker. You got this!

"Because your shit should be kept to yourself, is why," Parker says flatly. "And not in the fucking halls, jerk."

"It's not in the all the halls! Just the parts that are close to my door." How is that so bad? "It doesn't smell." Yet.

"Dude, I don't know where you got the impression that I care," Parker says, glancing idly about the room with a carefully put-upon air of disdain, "but I really, really don't."

With that dumbfounded look, holding from earlier, "But.. why did you throw open the door then? If you don't care, seems like a lot of effort."

With a sigh, "Look, we're in the same band and have to work together, shouldn't we kind of try to get along? I can keep my crap in my room. When you're here, anyway."

Once in a while logic and willingness to compromise strikes the mind of those who may appear allergic to it. But only once in a while. And he'll honestly try if it's on the table.. doesn't mean it'll happen all the time, but it'll be a valiant attempt!

"We can get along," Parker stresses, "if you keep your shit in your room. All the time. Because that's basic suitemate courtesy, to not leave your stuff lying around in the halls. Welcome to the music industry."

"Sounds rough." If only he knew. "Anything else you want to add?" Because, he's willing to guess, there has to be.

"Don't get fired," she adds dryly. "If we get another shakeup they just might drop all of us immediately." This is one part joke and two parts not; Parker is very concerned about the way the wind might blow in the near future, and Roxas is not granting her confidence in the band.

"Please, I'm not aiming for that." It has to take some effort, he's guessing, to get to that point. What, with how vigilant the managers are at keeping them in line, at least what he can tell in his short time here.

"Just wait until you see us in session again." Hopefully that'll erase her doubts. "It'll be fine. If shit on the floor is the worst, it's not that bad."

With a nervous laugh, because he does want to know, "What do you have to do to get fired, anyway?"

That gets a shrug out of Parker and not much else. "Be good, be popular, something. Know people? Network? Who knows. Kanami disappeared inside a week, and Chris just kind of dropped out in the middle of the night a week later."

There isn't anything specific about that pattern, so maybe it is random. If that's the case, stuff on the floor isn't that big of a deal and won't get him fired.. just earn him a pissed off band member and co-inhabitant.

"Well, if it happens, it happens. Until then, I'm just gonna enjoy my time here and do good by the band." By bringing up enjoyment, his gaze moves towards a semi-full bottle of something he has by his bed. "And.. maybe move my stuff out of the way. Hey, we don't have to just work and live together, we can have some fun too, right?"

"I guess we'll find out," Parker says slowly. "You're less annoying than Kanami. And you don't seem like the type to get high before you're onstage."

Dismissively, "Nah, never before a show. Only after. Or on days off." And he's not lying. "Did Kanami do drums too?"

"Kanami was on synth, it was Chris who was our high drummer. Kanami was just a stupid diva." Parker leans against Roxas' doorframe. "You seem similar."

"Diva, huh? That doesn't do anyone any good."

With a smile towards that gaze concentrated in the frame ahead of him and judging, "What do you mean?" Hopefully she doesn't go on to say that 'all you band boys look alike'.. even if they do. ~~And they kind of do, don't they?~~

Edited (fffthenightwaslate. orz) 2016-02-03 00:07 (UTC)

"Dumb, self-absorbed egocentric jerks," snorts Parker. "What do you think I mean?"

Sigh. "I was kind of hoping you were going to say something semi decent? Guess I'm too new here and my naivety hasn't been completely killed off yet. I got a feeling being around you will get the job done though." That's one way to help him get accustomed to the place.

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