Caroline Parker, Esq.

Ladies and Germs...

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 03:30:27 GMT

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A Clear Desk - an Open RP thread

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 20:35:21 GMT

Caroline dropped the last file in regards to the pro-bono case she just wrapped into the "closed" bin sitting on the side of her desk, and then leaned back in her chair with a sigh. This case had been somewhat refreshing. She hadn't worked a child's advocate case since she had left Los Angeles, and while she loved her work, and she loved getting paid for it, she was sick of the clients who felt like they could buy their way out of anything. That, and working for only them had made that spot of tarnish on her soul get a little bit bigger with every one. Working a case like the one she had just finished was something that made that spot shrink back down to size a bit, and while only the people who had to know knew about what she had just spent weeks doing, it made her feel better nonetheless.

Especially when she had won.

She left the door to her office open, before turning back to her computer with a sigh, flipping through her e-mail and checking her appointment book to verify that her evening was clear. She was looking forward to relaxing, but she wasn't going to reject company if it came her way.

OOC: If you'd rather do this on AIM, it's fine with me. Just poke me on her SN.

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 12:23:50 GMT

I had planned on going to the CP&S Halloween party last night. I did. Really. I had the costume, I had the make-up, I was going to make fun of the intern -- it was going to be great. Aside from the fact that I woke up that morning puking my guts out, and haven't quite stopped yet.

*sigh*

Well, whatever I missed, I hope you guys had a good time.

Ghouls and Goblins (Part 1) - An RP Post

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 13:51:02 GMT

Halloween was probably one of Cora's least favorite times of the year. It wasn't the holiday itself so much as the expectations that were placed on the holiday. She didn't like the fact that most often the parties held on that night were going to be costume parties -- mostly because she tended to suck at picking out costumes. She figured she could always go with the classics -- but the sexy nurse outfit in her closet was getting old and this year she wanted to do something different.

As she stared down at the invitation for the annual Crane, Poole, and Schmidt Halloween bash and sighed heavily, before tapping the invitation against the table. There had to be someone who could help her get a great costume that wouldn't make her look like an idiot if she tried to wear it. She bit her lip, thinking, before reaching over and picking up her desk phone, dialing the number she only thought she'd have to use for things court related.

"Riley Toth."

"Riley, it's Caroline Parker."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before he sighed. "What can I do for you?"

"I need your help."

"Something court related?"

"Not exactly."

Another long pause. "What do you need, Cora?"

"I need you to help me pick a Halloween costume," she said slowly, biting her lip uncomfortably.

"Do you really need my help for that?"

"C'mon, Riley -- you know I suck at this," she sighed, starting to sound desperate. "I really want to have a good costume this year."

He sighed heavily, before responding. "Meet me outside the courthouse after shift."

"You are a saint."

"Tell me about it. You seriously owe me one, Cora."

"Oh, believe me. I know."

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 11:48:12 GMT

I had drinks with Denny last night. He asked me to marry him. I had to let him down gently. It's not him, really--if I was the marrying type Denny would probably be first on my list--but I'm not therefore, he's not. I did tell him I'd keep him in mind if that ever changed though. Not that I think it ever will, really.

It really has been a while. And that's not something I'm used to. I'm also not used to having most of the men I see on a daily basis be taken, or not my type. Usually there's at least one in the batch that I can use to scratch the itch, but then again, I haven't really been working this much in the past. It seems to either be work, or sex. I don't like that kind of predicament. I'd prefer to have both, thank you.

To: Eva Cohen
From: Caroline Parker
Subj: The case.

We seem to keep missing each other--probably more my fault than yours, it seems to be hard for me to pin down a decent amount of time with nothing to do at a normal hour of the day. Maybe if one of us could just stop by one of our offices sometime this week, we could get some work done?

Caroline

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 11:59:34 GMT

I have a case.

A juicy case. A really juicy case. I'm working with a woman I've never met before (Eva Cohen) but I've heard good things, so I can't wait to see how this pans out. I've also been given the intern.

I'm far too excited for this.

To: Eva Cohen
From: Caroline Parker
Subj: Trial

We should probably get together to discuss the case sometime soon. Coffee on me sometime?

Caroline Parker

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 02:33:48 GMT

Caroline smiled at the message Denny left on her machine as she shifted through her mail. She'd have to try and catch up with him later--it was good to stay on the senior partner's good side.

The wedding had been--interesting. She knew that there were some situations that could have run better for Carrie than they had, but over all the wedding was beautiful, and Carrie and her new husband are safely stowed away on their honeymoon.

Now she was set on answering her mail and seeing how things stood with her cases. She was a little more relaxed and a little more tan, but now she was ready to get back in the game.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 12:35:07 GMT

On Caroline's fancy wooden desk, is a post office bin, with a note taped to it that reads Mail goes in the bin, Jerry, meant for the mail boy who has a habit of leaving it wherever he pleases when she's not around. The office is completely empty and void of any personal/expensive property, since she's going to be gone for so long. Anyone who call her hears:

"You've reached Caroline Parker. I'm in the Bahamas. I will be there for another week. If it is an absolute, complete, and total emergency, you should have my cell phone number for that possibility and be able to reach me. Other wise, tough luck. I'll be back on the twentieth if you want to try me then."

I'm heading out in a little bit. If anyone wants to leave Cora or Riley any messages (anything you want is fine by me) go ahead. She'll be responding when she gets back.

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 19:18:23 GMT

Caroline was hard at work at her desk when her cell phone started ringing. She took one glance at the caller ID before rolling her eyes and picking it up. "Carrie, if this is another wedding 'emergency,' I'm gonna be really pissed off."

"Oh, that's cute, Cora. Real cute. I call you because I'm scared shitless, and you start cracking jokes." The other woman sounded angry--almost terrified. Caroline frowned slightly.

"What's going on?"

"Haven't you seen the news?"

"No, I've been in my office all day," Caroline frowned, catching Novak's new intern as he rushed past her office. "Hold on a sec."

"Hold on?" Carrie screeched at her as she put the phone down, and moved towards her office door. She poked her head out and caught the back end of his shirt.

"Hey, intern," she sighed as he turned around to face her, "What the hell is going on?"

"There was a bomb--" he began, and Cora blinked for a moment, flustered.

"A bomb, where?"

"DA's office," he replied, "Homicide Division."

Caroline stared at him for a second before looking back at her desk, "Fuck."

He laughed slightly before nodding, "Yeah--pretty much."

"Excuse me," she sighed, pointing back to the phone sitting on her desk, "I have to--"

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded, "Go right ahead."

She headed back to her desk, picking up her phone, "I'm so fuckin' sorry."

"So am I," Carrie sighed tiredly, "I thought you knew. But you're OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she nodded, "I haven't been anywhere near the DA's office today."

"Know anyone who might have been?" Carrie asked, and Caroline hesitated for a minute, running through the list of possible people in her head before shaking her head.

"No--not really."

"I was surprised I got to you first," Carrie sighed, "I thought one of the parents would have called you."

"Yeah, me too," Caroline sighed, "Look, I've got some calls to make. We'll have dinner later?"

"Give me a call," Carrie sighed before she hung up. It was a few minutes before Caroline picked up the phone again, and dialed her mother's number, waiting for the answering machine to pick up.

"Hi, Mom. It's--me. I'm fine, just in case you were wondering."

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:56:44 GMT

I'm really too easy.

Stuart just left. My stepsister is not finding out about any of this, because she'll probably gloat about it, and ask me what he's wearing to the wedding, which as far as I'm concerned, he's still not going to. Not yet. Not that I don't like him or anything--the fact that it took me two seconds to offer to take him home is evidence enough of that--but I'm still not comfortable taking a guy I picked up in a bar to this thing. Maybe if I get a chance to get to know him a little better that might change, but as of right now--I'm still dateless.

Which I really don't have a problem with.

Always a Bridesmaid - An RP Moment

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 16:35:33 GMT

“I refuse!” Caroline shouted from the dressing room of the bridal shop Carrie had dragged her into, staring at the dress that had been placed in front of her. Carrie rolled her eyes as she strode over to the dressing room.

“Caroline, it can't be that bad.”

Caroline pulled back the curtain, placing one hand on her hip as she glared back at her sister. “It's pink.”

“Yes. So?”

“It's pink," she said, "I do not wear pink.”

“Well, my colors are pink and gold,” Carrie said, wearing her trademark, ‘Fuck You’ smile as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Gold is too baudy for bridesmaid's dresses, so you're going to put the dress on, and you're going to like it. Or else.”

“Or else what?” Caroline teased with the arch of an eyebrow, “You'll kick me out of the bridal party? Cuz I might just be able to live with that.”

“No. I'll go for gold.”

“Hey, I'm all for that. The baudier the better.”

“Caroline—”

“Fine,” she grumbled before shutting the curtain again, and starting to get undressed. Carrie moved over to the chairs in the waiting area and picked up a magazine, waiting for her stepsister to finish changing. Caroline was sliding the dress over her hips when she spoke up again, “Why am I even in your bridal party anyway? We’re not that close.”

“Because we’re family,” Carrie said tiredly, “And Harold is making me.”

“Well, that’s lovely,” Caroline muttered.

“Hey—he’s paying for this thing, alright?” Carrie sighed, “So—I’m a little more inclined to do as he asked.”

“He insisted on walking you down the aisle yet?” Caroline asked softly, and Carrie looked up from the magazine in surprise.

“No—will he?”

“My father is a passive aggressive bastard,” Caroline replied, zipping up the dress and studying herself in the mirror, “I’ll bet anything that’s his next move.”

Carrie sighed heavily, “I hate him.”

“You and me both.”

Carrie hesitated for a minute before continuing, “You have a date yet?”

Caroline blinked, “I need a date?”

“Well, I figured—knowing you—”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Caroline said slowly, “Do I need one?”

“Not exactly—but you’ll be the only one in the wedding party who doesn’t have one,” Carrie said quickly, “Aside from the kids, of course.” She paused again before speaking up, “What about that guy you were seeing in LA?”

“He got married,” Caroline replied, shifting slightly in the dress to get it to fall comfortably, “About a week before I left.”

“Oh my God—when did you two break up?”

“The night before the wedding.”

“You were screwing someone who was engaged?” Carrie sighed, her eyes going wide.

“Thought it might actually get me some decent cases,” she sighed, “And he was great in bed.”

“So not the point, Cora—”

“I know. It was low and slutty of me. And don’t worry, Brad is completely safe. He’s not my type.”

“Good,” Carrie sighed, still fidgeting nervously, “But at least try to find someone to take you to this thing. You might be needing someone to keep you sane.”

Caroline smirked slightly, “Thanks for the warning.”

It was a few seconds later before she pushed the curtain open with a heavy sigh. Carrie smirked slightly. “Looks great on you.”

“It’s pink.”

“I think you can live with it.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too,” Carrie replied, before nodding at her to head back into the dressing room, “Which is why you’re wearing the dress.”

“Bitch.”

“Slut.”

Caroline turned back to the mirror with a sigh, "I need a drink."

"You and me both."

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 12:52:49 GMT

I've been buried in paperwork the past week or so. Most of my cases hadn't even gone to court, and there's still loads of paperwork to be done. And then people go and send me paperwork that isn't even mine.

Jerks.

Through that little paperwork mix up, I met Casey Novak yesterday. We chatted for a little bit and went to grab a cup of coffee, before she went home to her girls. She said she used to work SVU--which seems daunting even to me to take on a defendant in a Special Victims case. Kinda scary--not her, the cases I mean. Anyway, it was a nice chat.

I should try and get out more. I haven't been to a decent bar in a while...

Wed, 23 May 2007 12:00:58 GMT

Work's work. I really like the people here, and I think I fit in rather well. I've managed to pick up a few cases, but nothing newsworthy, unfortunately. But I am new, and I am an associate, so I guess I just give it time.

I met one of the other PDs yesterday when I down at the office looking for Riley. She seemed very nice, but nothing that stood out much. We talked more about Riley and me than anything else, so I don't know that much about her. Anyway, I left my name with her, so if the idiot ever surfaces from the mountain of paperwork he's buried himself under, hopefully he'll get the message. He really needs to grow up. I'm not going to molest him or anything I just want to grab a damn cup of coffee. That too much to ask of an old friend?

Tue, 01 May 2007 17:56:18 GMT

I met Alan Shore yesterday. We had a very interesting conversation about work and interview techniques, and how and how not to kiss up to your superiors, but in the end I think it went well. He told me he thought Denny made a good choice. I hope he's right--especially when I start to get more comfortable around here. He seems like a very interesting man, Mr. Shore. Like he's got a lot of angles and edges to him. It's always interesting to work with people like that. Shows they're a bit of a character in their own way. This firm seems to be full of people with interesting personalities, and--I'm kind of looking forward to it. I think I'm going to like working here.

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 15:29:38 GMT

Moving in has been slow going, unfortunately. Who knew I had so much crap--I could have sworn that I sold most of it in LA. Well, the apartment Maureen found for me is definitely nice enough--and large enough closet space. Girl's gotta have room for all her shoes. I'm still settling in though, and there's still boxes everywhere. Needless to say, I won't be having anyone over for anything anytime soon.

I interviewed for that position at Crane, Poole, and Schmidt, and managed to nab that interview with Denny Crane. It wasn't anything like I had expected. He was actually quite the gentleman--or as gentlemanly as Denny Crane can get, I suppose. I gave him Hawthorne's card, and hopefully the old man can sell me better than he can most of the cases he tried. That's a bit of a longshot though, so I hope my record speaks for itself, rather than my employer. Or at least, Benny has the good sense to put Eddie Milton on the phone to speak on my behalf.

And why is it that New York City has to have a Starbucks on every damn corner? I hate Starbucks. Their coffee is absolute shit. I know this makes me sound completely middle class, but give me a damn Dunkin' Donuts over Starbucks any day.

I also heard that an old--well, I'll call him a friend, he might say otherwise--friend of mine from Hofstra is working in the Manhattan PD's office. I should probably pop in sometime this week while I'm not waiting for the phone call from Denny and say hello.