Post by SECRET ROSE on Aug 6, 2010 17:57:33 GMT -5
Brooke sighed, looking downcast with his pretty eyes turned to the ground. He paced, his coat flowing out behind him. Brooke had fastened his trench coat closer to his body than usual, trying to pull off a new look without ditching the thing. He was going for catboy as a final hoorah before he filed his pointed black nails down again. On top of his head was a cat ear head band, and he wore the tail too, but that was under the coat. Around his neck, Brooke had fastened a studded dog collar(the cat collars had been too small), to which he had the leash in his pocket for some reason. As if he expected someone to take him home… ha. No, it was only girls or guys that thought he was a girl that would look at him like that. A lump reformed itself in his throat.
Brooke had been crying for near two hours before he’d decided to dress himself up and pace annoyedly back and forth in front of the gates. He was exhausted, and his eyes had to be the slightest bit red, but that was normal for him. At least he’d managed not to cry in front of anyone, as was his usual accomplishment. The violet haired ‘cat boy’ pulled the coat closer around himself and shivered slightly. It wasn’t that he was cold, no, he was close to getting heat stroke with all the black and the long sleeve shirt and the coat. His shudder was more one of those ‘it’s cold ‘cuz no one’s standing with me’ subconscious shakings.
Brooke flipped the collar of his coat upwards and resumed his pacing, head bopping to the music he sang along to. Again, he didn’t realize how good his voice actually was.
“Heralded as a king before I had a birthday… with double… digits. Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid, yeah I was only a kid,” he sung quietly, avoiding the glances he was cast. Brooke was oblivious. He turned the music player off after the song finished and wondered vaguely what he should do. He collapsed against a wall, on the inside edge of the gate. The words from the same song kept echoing in his head and he muttered one line under his breath a few times; ‘A downward spiral just a pirouette.’
d*mn, had he really gone that…emo? Brooke let out a tiny laugh, a singular beautiful note. Emos weren’t happy, and Brooke was. At least, he was by his standards. He really needed to shake up his life or he would get depressed. Brooke growled, what could he do?
That’s when it hit him. Maybe… maybe there was someone remotely like him in this school and he just hadn’t caught their attention because he was so intent on appearing like a girl. So he could cause a disturbance, bring himself out of his shell and maybe if there was some guy out there for him, that person too.
Brooke could think of only one way. He shed his coat, and draped it over one arm. Underneath he wore tight fitting black clothing; a long sleeved v cut shirt that cut off just after his ribcage and black jeans. To go along with the cat boy theme, the violet haired boy had added a few subtle tweaks , but hadn’t been expecting to shed his coat so nothing drastic except the tail and the ears.
A guy closer to him gasped and moved away as if he’d been eying the dark ‘girl’ as a potential mate, but now could only see him as a rival. Brooke smirked slightly, wondering if he should try and meet someone.
However, that thought was immediately murdered by the girl that pinned him to his wall. She was freaking tall, had to be at least four inches taller than Brooke.
“H-hi.” His accent showed through more in his fear.
“I just wanna say,” she lilted like a valley girl she obviously wasn’t, “You are so incredibly pretty. Wanna go out?”
“I uhh… I’m taken. Heh, yah. I’m taken.” Fu…fudge! He mentally saved. Brooke was one against swearing, even mentally.
“Really?” The girl leaned in closer, and he was really in trouble if her power had something to do with seeing. He’d disarmed himself… right? H*ll… Wait… he had his metal nail file. Brooke rummaged in his coat to find it, but it was instantly in her hands somehow and then she tossed the little metal bar off into the distance or something.
“Who’s the lucky girl?” the girl’s valley girl accent was melting away as her voice went inquiring. Maybe Brooke was blowing things out of proportion, but he was shaking. He needed an alibi. Anyone(preferably a cute guy, but hey, Brooke would thankfully take a girl at this particular moment as his savior.)The boy needed someone to show up and claim him at least as part of a show. He just closed his eyes and shivered, waiting for the girl’s next action.
Brooke had been crying for near two hours before he’d decided to dress himself up and pace annoyedly back and forth in front of the gates. He was exhausted, and his eyes had to be the slightest bit red, but that was normal for him. At least he’d managed not to cry in front of anyone, as was his usual accomplishment. The violet haired ‘cat boy’ pulled the coat closer around himself and shivered slightly. It wasn’t that he was cold, no, he was close to getting heat stroke with all the black and the long sleeve shirt and the coat. His shudder was more one of those ‘it’s cold ‘cuz no one’s standing with me’ subconscious shakings.
Brooke flipped the collar of his coat upwards and resumed his pacing, head bopping to the music he sang along to. Again, he didn’t realize how good his voice actually was.
“Heralded as a king before I had a birthday… with double… digits. Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid, yeah I was only a kid,” he sung quietly, avoiding the glances he was cast. Brooke was oblivious. He turned the music player off after the song finished and wondered vaguely what he should do. He collapsed against a wall, on the inside edge of the gate. The words from the same song kept echoing in his head and he muttered one line under his breath a few times; ‘A downward spiral just a pirouette.’
d*mn, had he really gone that…emo? Brooke let out a tiny laugh, a singular beautiful note. Emos weren’t happy, and Brooke was. At least, he was by his standards. He really needed to shake up his life or he would get depressed. Brooke growled, what could he do?
That’s when it hit him. Maybe… maybe there was someone remotely like him in this school and he just hadn’t caught their attention because he was so intent on appearing like a girl. So he could cause a disturbance, bring himself out of his shell and maybe if there was some guy out there for him, that person too.
Brooke could think of only one way. He shed his coat, and draped it over one arm. Underneath he wore tight fitting black clothing; a long sleeved v cut shirt that cut off just after his ribcage and black jeans. To go along with the cat boy theme, the violet haired boy had added a few subtle tweaks , but hadn’t been expecting to shed his coat so nothing drastic except the tail and the ears.
A guy closer to him gasped and moved away as if he’d been eying the dark ‘girl’ as a potential mate, but now could only see him as a rival. Brooke smirked slightly, wondering if he should try and meet someone.
However, that thought was immediately murdered by the girl that pinned him to his wall. She was freaking tall, had to be at least four inches taller than Brooke.
“H-hi.” His accent showed through more in his fear.
“I just wanna say,” she lilted like a valley girl she obviously wasn’t, “You are so incredibly pretty. Wanna go out?”
“I uhh… I’m taken. Heh, yah. I’m taken.” Fu…fudge! He mentally saved. Brooke was one against swearing, even mentally.
“Really?” The girl leaned in closer, and he was really in trouble if her power had something to do with seeing. He’d disarmed himself… right? H*ll… Wait… he had his metal nail file. Brooke rummaged in his coat to find it, but it was instantly in her hands somehow and then she tossed the little metal bar off into the distance or something.
“Who’s the lucky girl?” the girl’s valley girl accent was melting away as her voice went inquiring. Maybe Brooke was blowing things out of proportion, but he was shaking. He needed an alibi. Anyone(preferably a cute guy, but hey, Brooke would thankfully take a girl at this particular moment as his savior.)The boy needed someone to show up and claim him at least as part of a show. He just closed his eyes and shivered, waiting for the girl’s next action.
