it's just another job. it's always just wake up in her dingy apartment, throw on a threadbare shirt and jeans, and check her assignments. she's not so much a work horse as she is a work addict. woman doesn't know how to relax. but her demeanor wouldn't tell you that, not with the way she walks up to her partner with half a scowl, all business. 

she looks them up and down, sizes 'em up. they're new here. that's all she knows. parker's done beat jobs with plenty of rockets in her district. enough to know. 

"parker," she says by way of introduction. "and this is remus." she tilts her head to the lucario behind her. said lucario dips his head in acknowledgment and folds his arms. 

"we walk the block, do our rounds, and we'll be home before two." she shrugs her shoulders and starts walking. "so how long ya been here? saw ya's a transfer."

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she shoves her hands in her jacket pockets when they start walking. the cold wouldn't be so bad on its own, but the wind's a bitch on a day like this, with the sun hidden behind the clouds. there's a swell in the sky and it probably won't be long before it breaks, dousing them in frigid water. parker aims to be home and curled up with a cup of coffee before then. 

remus follows dutifully in step behind them. the lucario's a warning. he's notoriously less volatile than his companion; when amulius is out, most people on the street know there's blood to be had. but parker and atlas aren't here to collect. not yet. 

baxter's still got some time to get his shit together. 

"yeah?" she says, genuinely listening. "welcome to the shitshow." altas oughtta consider themself lucky they're not on tree duty.

"you settle up here in slateport then? and just a heads up - bax is an asshole, but no need to rough 'im up. he'll listen to us." she cracks her knuckles.

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what parker doesn't say about bax is that the dumbass actually looks forward to when parker shows up. she's half a mind to believe the guy's consistently late on his payments just 'cause she's the one who comes to settle his debt. everyone has their quirks, she supposes, and even sorry cases like bax deserve a little care and attention. 

which is why she's looking forward to sicking her new partner on 'im. because she's had enough of his lip and she's a little not in the mood for him right now. 

"hah, just wait 'til they assign you to deal with an alien or some shit," she says with a shake of her head. it's like a roulette at this point. she's just lucky enough to have stayed under the radar this long. 

"more or less? most of us 're nomads by trade, i s'pose. i don't really see the point sinking a whole lotta money into rent either. not when i'm outta the house ninety percent a the time." 

she stops just outside baxter's house and knocks one, two, three times. 

"i'll let ya do all the talkin'," she says as footsteps approach. 

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