Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Thread Started on Feb 15, 2007, 8:22pm »
Groaning Marc felt like smacking his head against the counter of the store. The manager had given him another speech about being more cheerful, but he wasn’t exactly a cheery guy. The teen was still very unsure as to why he was hired in the first place, though he was grateful for the income. Due to the fact the shop wasn’t too popular really he wasn’t bothered most of the time and he spent most of his time drawing patterns on his arm with a black pen. Now he had an intricate vine coiling up and down his left arm, with hidden things masked partly by the leaves. It had taken him most of his shift to create and it would be gone after he went home and had to shower. After some time of considering ink poisoning he now used a set of special pens his sister had bought him for their birthday. He was glad he wouldn’t die from the ink, though cigarettes were still a possible killer.
Sorting some pens that were for sale on the counter Marc glanced at the clock. His shift was almost over, so he rang up the cash register early, checking that everything worked out. He finished as the clock struck two thirty and as soon as he was off he pulled the light purple unicorn shirt off his back. Turning it around as he walked for the door he put it on backwards so the unicorn was on the back. It didn’t really bug him that the shirt was a bit tight, but he didn’t like wearing one of the most girly shirts they had in stock. It was just a guess, but he swore his manager made him wear it just to torture him. As he waked out and along the street he pulled out a box of cigarettes and a litter. After putting one of the cancer sticks in his mouth he returned the box to its place, the addicting smoke was a relief as he walked along.
Feeling the grip of hunger Marc crossed the street and headed towards the closest ice-cream parlour. It was a lucky coincidence that this was his favourite one. Slipping through the door he walked over to the glass topped freezer things and looked at the flavours. Tapping the glass he said to the person behind the counter, “Banana split with three scoops of that, chocolate sauce and extra whip cream.” As his order was being prepared Marquez reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Taking out some money he paid when his snack was handed over and returned the wallet to its pocket. Remembering his manners Marc said a quick, “Merci,” before heading over to a table. Taking a bite he smiled, pleased.
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Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #1 on Feb 15, 2007, 9:05pm »
Wait, wait, wait. She paused, pulling the pencil from the paper, scribbling out something she'd just written. Speeches were torturous, even for someone like Brooke. Public Speaking, what the hell would she use this for again anyway? Right, future. God, this isn't working. Frustration built inside of her, groaning inwardly as she tipped her chair back. So far she's only gotten to a hundred words, she needed at least five hundred. But Brooke always played it safe, going another hundred words. That definitely wasn't going to work this time, it just wasn't. What about... No. Inhaling a large amount of air, she released it with immense force, trying to calm back down. So, she'd screwed up that earlier peppy mood. School was constantly on her mind, and the previous day she'd made an amendment to get a life. She needed one, desperately. Opening up to people was a lot easier now, and she could feel the old, party-hungry Brooke beginning to sneak out. Her mind focused on much different things than protecting herself from the world. Maybe it really was time to shut the 'goody-goody' side of her up, and let a little of the 'party-hardy' Brooke out. Fat chance. Recovering from all the previous years jumbled mess was hard, but the outer shell was breaking, and quickly. Look how easy she'd warmed up to Scott. Flirting a little bit, maybe, but it was harmless, or so she thought. See? It's a goddamn sign. even if it's not, take it as one. That's what she would have said a year ago, and she was saying it again now, just in her head. All the steps you take to be the person you were meant to be. It's like creating a new person. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Brooke stood, knowing she needed to col off a bit, the homework didn't need to be done that day, she had all week. Pushing the door open, she slipped into the cool air, gaze darting across the street, surveying the possible places. Eyes fell upon the ice cream parlor, a half smile coming to her lips. Her stomach pained for the sweet sensation of the treats the parlor offered. Steps were taken across the street, jogging the last few steps to dodge a slow moving car. Her hair fell over her shoulders, eyes scanning the people inside, though not enough to get a clue as to who they were. She lowered herself into one of the old fashion bar stools at the counter, attempting to decide on what to get. The last time she'd been here it'd been Coffee ice cream. Today she was in the mood for some sort of sundae.
Brooke clearly knew she was breaking the rules of her very own 'break-up medicine' thing, but she had a sudden craving for Double Chocolate Chunk mixed with Rocky Road. Man, that sounded good. "I'd like a Double Chocolate Chunk/Rocky Road double scoop... Extra hot fudge and whipped cream, please," She smiled to the guy over the counter. He normally worked when she came in. He gave her an 'are-you-sure-you-want-to-go-that-route' look. She nodded lightly, digging into her sidekick for her wallet. Pulling out enough money for her treat, she traded the money for the ice cream. Almost everybody knew this was Brooke's 'break-up medicine', for she always got it after breaking up... It always seemed to soothe the pain, and keep her for going back for the break-up sex. She dug her spoon into the snack, slipping the spoon in her mouth, savoring the taste.
Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #2 on Feb 15, 2007, 9:53pm »
School had never been something Marc gave much notice to, let alone speeches. He had been on the football team, that had been his future. Really he disliked public speaking, possibly because he didn’t like to talk, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. Marc didn’t have time for school anyway, not when he had had a life, not know that he had to work every free hour they’d let him. It was hard making a living, but it was better than going home, anything was better than going back to that. Binding himself in lies and pretending to be something he obviously wasn’t. Instead he got fat on ice-cream and relaxed his in his free hours. He was meant to be this person, the west, not the east. Marc truly believed he was who he should be now, but it had taken him so long to get there and so much hiding before that he didn’t know who he used to be. It was indeed like creating a new person, or maybe like shedding an old skin.
After eating over half the ice cream and all the whipped cream in a matter of seconds he slowed down to enjoy it all. Still he didn’t know what flavour of ice cream he had ordered, but it tasted good and he didn’t much care. After finishing off the rest of it he paused to think. He got up and sat down to the left of some girl at the counter. Leaning on it he looked at the guy who had been serving the ice cream. Putting his little banana split dish on the counter he slid it over to him and said, “Cookie dough, fudge and don’t be skimpy with the whipped cream this time.” Really he shouldn’t have been eating so much, but maybe this would give him motivation to run. He had gone from running at least once, normally twice, a day to barely running at all. It was a bit sad really and he vowed to himself a lot that he would go work off what weight he had gained. He wasn’t fat, or even chubby really, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in the condition he had been.
When the second helping of treat was put in front of him Marc smiled, “Thanks,” he said before paying. Looking over at the girl to his left he looked at her ice cream and then back at her. “Rough day, sweet heart?” he asked lightly, his first words to her. Even if he didn’t normally talk to people, he felt in a somewhat talkative mood at that moment. Taking a bit of the sugar he vowed inwardly he would work off this one way, or another. Most likely by not buying groceries, due to the fact he was spending all his money on ice cream. Though, who really needed to eat?
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Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #3 on Feb 15, 2007, 10:25pm »
Thoughts drifted back to the speech, working words around in her mind. "Now, who's the ever so lucky guy to be 'de-Brooked'?" It took a couple moments for her brain to register that someone was talking to her, instinctively looking up to see who it was; the guy behind the counter. They'd become friends, and he knew her enough to ask her a little bit about the unusual. "Hey, I've been hanging low on the whole guy situation... No one's been canned, or picked-up, for that matter," She smiled, glad he'd interupted her thoughts. Speeches weren't exactly her thing at this moment in time. She knew exactly how to play with words, enough to where they were totally intriguing. She watched him nod, and went back to twirling her spoon in the hard ice cream. She liked her ice cream soft, not hard. Finally deciding on the whipped cream, she carved waves in the fluffy topping, spooning it into her mouth a little at a time.
Gaze shifted to the guy beside her, curiosity overcoming her. No one usually came up and slid their behind beside her. Unless you knew her, of course. Excuse me? The question threatened to slip past her hold, but that wasn't her style... Today anyway. She sighed lightly, deciding to ignore him for the moment. Quite hard to do, isn't it, little Miss? Of course it was. Brooke wasn't exactly the type of girl to just let everything slid by. She'd fight for what she wanted, and had a way with getting it. Her gaze remained on her ice cream, neck snapping toward him as he spoke. That she hadn't expected. Sweet heart? Sure, if you were a guy she actually knew. Being a Jared fangirl, she was used to snide comments, strange remarks. Some of those girls were slutty, but not Brooke. She had a different title, no matter if she happened to decide to sleep with ever guy in Loserville. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that," She replied mildly, offering him a friendly smile.
Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #4 on Feb 15, 2007, 11:42pm »
It was one of Marc’s old habits not to care much if a girl minded that he sat beside her. Back in the day he had slid into place next to many girls, though most of the time he wouldn’t say a word to them. Then again, they would have said something to him back in those days. Now it was a different story. Though another difference was the fact that he now was more comfortable and he tended to speak up when he was in the mood. His sister was thrilled by this, but most people stared at him oddly as he tended to say things like, honey, sweet heart, love, doll, partly just to bug them. Both guys and girls received these titles at times when he choose to speak, other times he addressed them more seriously. Anyway it was nothing big in his mind.
Nodding at her answer he took another bite of banana split and pulled a pen out of his back pocket. Scanning his left arm quickly he added a few lines to the vine before moving to the trickery work. Holding the pen in his left hand he took another bite with the right than lay the back of his forearm on the table and started to tattoo his other arm. “Well at least you know the best cure in the world,” he said with a smirk. Too few girls seemed to eat the sweets he loved. The stuff that was going to fall on your hips the next day. Taking another bite of ice-cream he continued to draw on his hand lazily.
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Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #5 on Feb 16, 2007, 12:04am »
Brooke didn't mind much about having someone beside her, it was kind of relieving. She liked to talk when she felt comfortable, or just needed someone to confide in, even if she didn't know the person. This was another one of those days, except she didn't have anything to confide in. Actually, beside the Public Speaking homework, she was in a great mood. she'd been that way lately, in an unusually good mood, enjoying life? Trying to enjoy life? Yes, trying, working up to it. Things hadn't always been great in her life, and she always had someone to fall back on. But now... She had no one. The thought chilled her bones. She was completely alone in this world, had no one to rely on beside the friends she decided to keep close. Sometimes that just wasn't enough. You needed a type of love that wasn't just brotherly. Actually, that's the one thing that kept her going after her father left and Jimmy committing... You get the point.
She watched him for a moment, interested in his drawings. Hers were quite similar to that, but on paper. They involved mostly depressing things. Not one thing did she like about them, except for that they were much too realistic for the tastes of anyone with a weak stomach. "I've had better cures. But this cure fixes those cures... Just not today," She glanced back to him, figuring she might have said a little too much. Brooke quietly shrugged it off, finishing the remains of her ice cream, pushing the bowl away from her.
Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #6 on Feb 16, 2007, 12:44am »
Marc had been blessed with never being alone, in his whole life he had had one person to fall back on. Adelie. Despite their companionship and closeness though Marc’s heart more than his head wished for something more. Something beyond his sister, something beyond what a sibling could offer. He had always been a bit of a romantic and he longed to find love. It was odd how hard it was to find someone who accepted him, even if he had both guys and girls as options. So far he had found friends, flings and love-like relationships, but never did he feel he had found the real thing. So he was left seeking love, that person who wouldn’t drop his heart if he handed it over.
Though they didn’t know it they had a common friend it seemed, though he had passed. Marc had played football with Jimmy since childhood and the two had been friends as easts. Lately the other teen had been on his mind, he hadn’t spoken to him in a year and now he was dead. Without noticing he was drawing his swirls around a particular shape. Once again he just nodded and remained silent for a moment. Finally he got to the shape he had left and began to turn it into a tomb stone, “A lot has happened this year. A lot to need cures for.” Leaving the tomb stone he drew the spirals up into stars and fireworks. Adding cobwebs to the larger loops he rubbed his finger along a line to smudge it before taking a large bite of ice cream.
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Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #7 on Feb 16, 2007, 12:11pm »
Brooke hadn't really paid any attention to any of the guys in Loserville, well, she had, but not before a couple weeks ago. Most of the guys seemed extremely nice, now that she opened up to them a bit more. Life had always seemed to revolve around her friends, and she could count on them, especially when it came to the whole Josh thing. She kind of wished that she'd gotten to know her half sister and step-brothers. She would have been able to keep up that relationship with her father, and have that person to be able to count on.
Brooke glanced back toward him, a weak smile appearing. She kind of figured he was talking about Jimmy, and vaugely recognized him as one of the players on the football team. "Much agreed," And she left it at that for the moment, her gaze upon her hands. A lock of hair fell over her eyes, a hand moving to push it back behind her ear. Eyes reverted back in his direction, sighing lightly. "I'm, uh, Brooke Stevens, by the way," She added, a half smile forming.
Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #8 on Feb 16, 2007, 1:07pm »
Marc had paid attention, when he felt like it. He had always been fairly good at matching faces to names and remembering people, but that had drifted a bit. He now only got the feeling he remembered some people, but he never trusted it. In his old life he would have known Brooke right away, just from hearing about her and having seen her a few times. Though in his old life he wouldn’t have spoken to her. In truth if he had known she was a connection to who he used to be he probably wouldn’t have spoken to her, but that wasn’t really a good thing.
Putting down the pen for a moment he picked up his spoon and twirled it in his ice-cream. Taking another bite, he nodded, it had taken him a some time, but he thought he recognized her, somewhere in the back of his head, though they hadn’t spoke before oddly enough. Looking at her through the corner of his eyes he smirked slightly, “Of coarse.” Turning his head he added, “I’m Marquez Séverin.”
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Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #9 on Feb 16, 2007, 1:29pm »
Now she was beginning to wonder where she'd seen thig guys before. It was on the field, yes. She figured it must have been after a game, when they all took their helmets off. She would never have remembered him otherwise. The last game Jimmy played had been the Division Championships, right? Well, whatever they called it in football terms. They'd won that game, and they all threw their helmets up in the air. She'd have remembered, yes.
Eyes studied the design on his arm, lips parting to comment on it, but she quickly closed her jaw as he spoke. "Nice to meet you," She smiled warmly, shifting in her seat to where she could look at him more evenly, though not enough to where he'd feel uncomfortable and forced into talking. Words seemed to be held back, and for a moment, se had no clue to what she was going to say.
Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #10 on Feb 16, 2007, 2:15pm »
It was probably at a football game a year ago, or across he room at some party back when Marc was an east. It was easily understood she didn’t know him, he had changed his look a bit and it had probably been around a year. It was a long time to remember the face of someone you had never spoken to. Still they lived in the same town, so it was bound to happen that you knew the face was familiar from somewhere.
“Likewise,” he replied smiling slightly in return. He turned his body after she did so that he was facing her somewhat. Taking up his pen again he quickly turned the firework sparks into little flames burning up his arm and nipping at the edge of his sleeve. Looking up from the quick lines he said simply, “Work habit.” It was the reason he drew on his arms, boredom at work. Though right now he was just trying to tattoo the other arm due to the fact he had been working on the left for his whole shift. He knew it might seem rude, but really he wasn’t. If she spoke he’d give her his full attention, actually maybe he wouldn’t, some people were uncomfortable under his gaze.
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Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #11 on Feb 19, 2007, 6:39pm »
Brooke nodded, watching his designs carefully. He seemed very skilled with the pen, and careful with his movements. "It's a nice escape... I used drawing for several reasons," She stated, toying with her hair. She did this normally when boredom struck, but sometimes she just needed to find something to do with her hands. Gaze shifted back to him, smiling gently. "So, have you, Er... Lived in Loserville long?" She asked, desperately trying to start up some kind of coversation.
A hand moved up to brush a stray piece of hair behind her ear, gaze shifting back to Marc.
Re: Whipping Cream (Brooke) « Reply #12 on Feb 19, 2007, 6:52pm »
Marquez let his eyes flick back and forth from his drawing to Brooke freely. As was his nature he asked bluntly, “You any good?” In his mind he was awful, he knew he could ink a few designs, but when it really came to drawing he wasn’t that good. At times he was tempted to really try, but now he didn’t have the money for classes and he didn’t feel up to just swinging it. He wasn’t one just to rush into something… most of the time.
Smiling a bit back he replied, “My parents came from Quebec, but I was born here. Raised as an east until I was sixteen, but my sis and I moved to the west neighbourhood.” As if to demonstrate he absently sketched an E on it’s back on his arm and with a few lines he made a block W and filled it with eyes before colouring it in. Putting down his pen he smiled at her, “So what about you?
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