B. Davis

Grave Guinea Pig, A2- Sunday afternoon

2008-08-10T22:55:47Z

Anyone in Grave Guinea Pig- or with good hearing- might have heard the "KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!" coming from Brooke's alcove.

Anyone in Grave Guinea Pig who came by to check on that would find Brooke sitting on an overturned plastic storage container, which was currently trapping a very large, very unhappy snake.

Brooke wouldn't be moving for a while. Maybe ever. She wondered if Fandom had animal control.

[Open if you heard her.]

Grave Guinea Pig, A2- Saturday morning

2008-08-09T17:47:53Z

Brooke had been meaning to get her clothes for the day out of the bag she still hadn't fully unpacked (as she didn't have any more room), but when she saw something skittering in the corner of her eye, there went that. She looked over, saw the eight-legged thing sitting just beside the bag, frozen in place.

She did the only logical thing she could, which was to scream and back away. The spider started towards the bag again after a couple seconds, and now stuck with the horrible image of that thing walking over her clothes, Brooke knew she had to save them.

Putting one leg forward while trying to keep the rest of her as far away as possible, she crept towards the bag, finally making a whimpering noise reaching for the bag and snatching it away. And then when the spider moved farther away from the wall, Brooke screamed and for whatever reason, tried to hit it with the bag.

The spider not only didn't get squished, it started moving towards her. At which point she shrieked and jumped up on her bed, still clutching the bag. After all, spiders couldn't climb, right?

[Can be open to cabinmates if you'd like it to be.]

Room 221, Wednesday morning

2008-07-30T12:57:47Z

Brooke woke up in her own bed, feeling a little confused. She was pretty sure she'd ended her night by getting eaten by a shark on land. Which would just be ridiculous, really. Come on. Of course, that thought may have been different had she been smart enough to maybe listen to radio this week. Oops.

She turned over in bed, determined to sleep off this hangover and the weird dreams it'd caused.

[Establishy, unless you're up for SP till 4 PST.]

Room 221, Tuesday late night

2008-07-30T01:19:33Z

Brooke had gone to cheerleading practice, and then decided she needed to go out and see what Australia had to offer. Like guys with accents. Which may have been why she came back so late, and changed into sleep clothes before settling into bed.

[For one. You see what you make me do?]

Room 221, Saturday afternoon

2008-06-14T20:25:16Z

The whole volcano thing was really beginning to worry Brooke. A lot. Call her crazy, but she was pretty sure they weren't supposed to start spewing ash like that.

She'd tried calling Peyton all morning, but hadn't gotten any answer, so finally she tried one last time. Of course it went to voicemail. "Okay, look," Brooke said at the beep, voice shaking with the effort of not going into a frustrated/worrying crying thing, "it's me again, and I'm sure you have your emo going on right now or whatever, but I wanted to touch base and maybe talk a little before I die by volcano. Hopefully I'll get to talk to you after today, but if not, it's been fun."

And then feeling bad about yelling at her best friend's voicemail, she decided she was just going to spend today curled up. Maybe she could claim PMS or something.

[Mostly establishy, but can be open. Really it was just driving me crazy that Brooke hasn't cried ONCE in Fandom and I really desperately had to fix that.]

Room 221, Sunday afternoon

2008-06-08T22:18:39Z

Brooke had spent her morning working on a dress that she'd designed for the line, which had been more work than she'd counted on. By the time she looked at the clock, it felt like she'd been at this forever, and she needed to get out and go bug people, or something. Hit up a common room. Go find Teyla. Talk to people who weren't fabric. ...No, that thought didn't even make sense in her own head.

When she went to put on her shoes, though, she wasn't expecting something to lunge out of the toe area to keep her from doing so. With a little startled shriek, she backed off from it, wondering if it wasn't some kind of giant bug or something.

Except then the tiny albino monkey poked his head out, and climbed back into her shoe, making itself comfortable in its new home.

"I can deal with barefoot," Brooke decided.

[Open post is open! So's the door.]

Virgo A3- Saturday afternoon

2008-05-24T18:45:58Z

Brooke had been trying to paint her nails, an activity which was completely interrupted by the appearance of what looked like a nose, except for how it had legs. About halfway through her "EW", two more joined it, and they all seemed to be staring at her. Except for how they didn't have eyes.

"GET OUT," Brooke demanded, pointing to the alcove "door", in case they were confused.

They didn't move.

"I swear if you sneeze on anything I am getting the stripperiest heels I own and then it is on," she warned.

[Open should anyone feel like collecting the noses.]

Room 221, Saturday early afternoon

2008-05-10T20:05:05Z

The single room was definitely a surprise, but Brooke was making the most of it, and trying to rearrange all her stuff in a new setting. She was going to be able to give her mannequin its own actual space now, which was nice.

And she had no idea where the tortoises came from. At least they were sorta cute? Sorta?

[Door and post are open, though I am slow due to fake wedding involvement.]

512 off to Santorini, Sunday evening

2008-05-04T23:52:16Z

The school moving was weird. Like, really weird. Brooke didn't get it, and she didn't want to, and she was trying not to think too hard about it.

Except for when she thought that it would be a crime not to take advantage of this. Which was why she spent some time dolling herself up in order to make herself presentable and hit up the Greek nightlife. Maybe ~~*cough*~~ introduce herself to the locals and all.

See, the whole island-moving thing had its perks, beyond the usual jokes.

[Establishy! Yeah, I had to.]

Outside Pixie Dust, Saturday late morning

2008-04-26T18:31:27Z

Brooke had a ton of things to do today, because it was the first day of break for her and she would rather get everything done now rather than have to worry about anything for the rest of it, and she had orders to finish and fabric to pick up and it would all have to wait one second while she stopped to see the little girl staring at the outside of Pixie Dust.

[For one!]

Room 512, Friday after Cool class

2008-04-18T16:23:50Z

As much as Brooke would have rathered the whole disagreement with Michael to go the easy way, she had to admit she sort of dug this temporary no roommate thing. Mainly because it meant she could have company over, ahem.

After class, she came back to the room, making sure the scrunchie was still there on the outside of the door. Not that she thought Michael would get it if he came back, but it was sort of a universal warning.

[Hiya, Peter!]

Room 307, Friday after Cool class

2008-04-04T13:25:31Z

It was best not to ask how Brooke got into the room, but it was Lucas' birthday, he wasn't here, and she was going to do something for him. Which was why she spent a good part of her day decorating his room with variously colored balloons, streamers, confetti and one of those big tacky "Happy Birthday" signs because while they were tacky, it ws totally necessary. She figured he'd know a Brooke Davis project when he saw it, and hoped he came back before the helium ran out.

And before heading out, she made sure to take a picture, just to send to her Lucas in an Email reading "Pretend I did this there, too."

[Establishy, and room modded with permission.]

Room 512, Sunday morning

2008-03-30T17:33:16Z

After leaving the sleepover because she'd slept over and now she was up and that meant the sleepover was over, Brooke came back to her room because she needed an outfit that wasn't footie pajamas. Footie pajamas were cool but they were for sleeping and not for wearing out of the house.

So she put on playclothes, though she had a little trouble with the shirt and that was how it ended up on backwards, but she matched so it was okay. And just before she was about to head out the door, out of the corner of her eye she saw the makeup that had been left out on the desk.

Brooke wasn't supposed to wear makeup. Her mom said it would make her look like cheap and not like the sort of girl people would want to hang out with, but her mom wasn't here. She went to the door, stuck her head out into the hall to make sure no grownups would yell at her, and once she knew the coast was clear, she climbed up into the chair and got to work making herself pretty.

[Door and post both open!]

Room 512, after classes

2008-03-13T22:40:11Z

Brooke was not very good in a crisis. Radio might have made that evident. After French class she headed straight back to her room, trying to distract herself over a sewing machine to put together a few of her designs. This actually did work, at least until she heard a noise and about jumped out of her skin. And there was a lot of frustrated mess-ups and muttered curses that followed, so all in all Brooke was having a fun time.

And not going outside for any town meetings. If there was a marning to be careful in going into town, she wasn't going into town.

[Door's closed, post is open.]

Room 512, Saturday afternoon

2008-03-08T22:32:26Z

Brooke came back to her room, tossed her purse onto her bed, and then noticed the cleaning supplies already hard at work on the area around said bed. Confused and a little worried that maybe the wrongbad kinds of hallucinogens had been slipped into the water here, she said, very eloquently, "Um."

The cleaning supplied didn't listen, and in fact moved on to start work on the windows.

Okay, probably not hallucinating. Figuring no one would believe her otherwise, she grabbed her camera from the top of her desk and took a couple of pictures before noting, "You missed a spot."

That was when the broom started towards her, and not wanting to get in the way of an angry... cleaning utensil thing while it was working, she told it, "No tip for you," and headed out pretty quickly.

[Establishy.]

Room 512, Monday early afternoon

2008-03-03T20:45:16Z

Brooke didn't have classes today, so she'd decided to sleep in. After all, with all the sunbathing, boys, talking with friends, drinking, time in the room, more sunbathing, even more drinking, shopping, radio, getting to know her fellow students (and teachers) by being friendly, more drinking, getting to know her bedmate, deciding she had some questions for a squirrel and introducing a certain Peter to a few certain Brooke Davissy beach activities, she was a little exhausted. Also, detoxing.

So it was a while before she pulled herself out of bed to get up, shower and get dressed, intending to hit the common room for some breakfast that didn't involve tequila or anything resembling pineapple. When she went to put on her shoes, though, thinking that indoors meant she could still wear something strappy, she was surprised when one tried to hop away from her.

....She couldn't have just seen that. Or at least that's what she chose to believe as turning into someone else was one thing, but self-walking shoes were another.

Brooke managed to get her feet in the shoes, but immediately her feet were moving forward without consulting her, and it was all her shoes' fault. "Okay, let's not," she said, trying to hold onto the doorframe in order to work her shoes off, which didn't work and she ended up sliding downward till she was on the floor of the hallway. Kicking furiously, she got the shoes off, and watched them trod down the hall without her.

In an attempt to save face, or maybe sanity, Brooke yelled, "I didn't want to wear you today anyway!" after them, and then whimpered some things about wanting to go back to Mexico.

[Hi, that was the linkdrop from hell. Establishy!]

A nice little away part of the beach, Mexico- Sunday morning

2008-03-02T20:48:45Z

After Peter so graciously helped her back into her room, Brooke had decided that the last of her time in Mexico that wouldn't otherwise be spent making sure that she hadn't left anything in the wrong country should be spent with him. And since there seemed to be less people on the beach today as Sundays were the days vacations ended, she figured if they went far enough down the beach, there wouldn't be any problem at all.

"Shame we can't stay," she said, meaning that.

[*beachmods!* For the door-unlocker]

On the way to 512, Friday after the dance

2008-02-16T04:32:16Z

The dance had gone pretty well in Brooke's eyes, with mmuch less drama than the ones she was used to. That was new, but she could get used to it. And she was even getting a Peter to walk her back to the dorms.

"You know, this part is also better than going to a dance completely single," she mused. Especially if she'd gone to the Valentine's Dance single and still managed to come back alone.

[For he who is all hard to get.]

Room 512, early Friday evening

2008-02-15T19:32:02Z

Brooke took her time getting ready, which was because most of it was spent either making sure she was wearing exactly the right push-up bra for the dress, and making sure her eye makeup was mask-proof. But at least she knew she looked fantastic, mutual stag date or not.

...That really did sound kind of dirty.

[For Peter, though the roomie's welcome to ping in before. Oh, and door's closed.]

Room 512, Thursday evening

2008-02-01T00:54:51Z

Brooke was currently torturing herself. Namely, she was surfing the websites of the stores she used to shop and designers she liked and it was resulting in a sort of occasional whimper as she once again remembered she couldn't have any of it. She was beginning to wonder if she could sell blood at the clinic. Yeah, it had been gross and she'd felt all light-headed afterwards last time she did it, but she'd spent way less money on drinks, and clothing was an investment.

This is what she was doing at least until Rock of Love finished downloading.

[Open.]

Room 512, Monday night

2008-01-29T03:44:33Z

Brooke was seemingly having a staring contest with Suri the egg baby. On one hand, she'd like to go out and do something, but she didn't want to leave Suri on her own, and she didn't want to have to carry her with her everywhere. "This responsible parent thing sucks," Brooke said.

Suri didn't answer. Since Fandom was weird, Brooke was relieved.

"Real babies at least do something," she went on. "There's crying or smiling or something that makes the parent think they're not wasting their time. I assume."

Still nothing. Despite her words, this was a yay.

"You're so cramping my social life," Brooke complained.

[Open if you'd like.]

Room 512, Friday night

2008-01-26T05:13:04Z

It was Friday night and Brooke was staying in. But see, she had another project. Namely, her egg baby Suri.

Which, okay, was slightly more hardboiled than it had been when she first got it, but it was never specifically stated that they couldn't, and the way Brooke saw it, it was sort of like giving a kid shots so they didn't get measles or whatever. It was preventative caretaking, not child egg abuse.

Currently, she was using some of the good pieces of spare fabric to create a little outfit, which was harder to do than she'd planned. Still, she was determined. And when she was done, she placed a little call to a certain person's voicemail. "Hey there, P. Sawyer. I just made a sari for my egg baby. I think this place has gotten to me. Call me back."

[Establishy, but can be open if you wish.]

Room 512, Thursday afternoon

2008-01-25T00:42:28Z

Okay, the first sewing attempt hadn't gone well. It had gone pretty badly, actually. The SAT-word-prone would have probably called it dismal, but she'd managed a few good designs and that was a start, right? It just meant she was trying to see if she could maybe unstitch what she'd already stitched in hopes of saving the material. This was a lot easier when she could just blow money on anything, though if she had that problem, she wouldn't be doing this in the first place...

And she might have looked over at her phone a couple times in light of a certain voicemail. Shut up, she was thinking.

[Post is open, as is the door. Once a Tree Hill resident, always a walking invitation to come in and rob the place. And I never mixed up my doubles' rooms, really.]

Room 512, laaaate Sunday night

2008-01-21T05:51:01Z

Brooke had spent the weekend ~~completely neglected in favor of other characters, woe~~ trying to escape the weird by hanging out in the room she'd woken up in, though somehow she'd managed to avoid the other girl who thought she lived here. She'd sort of figured that if she stayed there and didn't move, whatever put her here would take her back. It hadn't worked.

But for being in a strange town without anyone she knew around, it'd been ~~silent~~ okay. Maybe tomorrow she'd actually get out and meet some people if she was going to be stuck here. But for now, beauty sleep.

[Yeah, yeah, I know. For one, unless the roomie wants to ping in.]

Room 512, late Saturday morning

2008-01-19T17:23:37Z

Brooke woke up later than she'd planned, and only because her phone was ringing. After debating for a moment, she picked it up, figuring that she'd just have to listen to it otherwise. "Hello?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, I thought this was Brooke," Peyton said finally.

"This is Brooke. Who's this?"

"...Peyton. You don't sound like Brooke," said the wrong curly-haired blonde best friend.

What the hell? "Trust me, I sound like me. How did you get this number?"

"My phone," Peyton said slowly. "Look, sorry, I guess the lines got crossed or something."

"Guess so," Brooke said. "Sorry." When she hung up, it occurred to her that this wasn't even her phone. Huh.

[Establishy, unless the roomie wants to ping in. Brooke Davis is now Brooke McQueen from Popular. Whee, excuse to mainline!]