Penthouse One/Brooke and Will

## bitch better have my money (17/7/11 - )

Brooklyn C.

Brooke was casually resting on the sofa in the television room. Her arm was outstretched as she lazily pressed the down button on the tv remote to change the channel in an attempt to find something interesting. Her long blonde hair was spread out on the cushions as her eyes watched the screen intently.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke knew based on the sound of his footsteps who it was immediately. She was weird like that, taking notice of the small details no one really cared about. "Sup One? Whatcha doing?" she called back, changing the channel again.

Brooklyn C.

"I prefer the term ex-Zero, but okay, whatever floats your boat fuck boy," she responded coolly. "Speaking of Zeros, have you seen him yet? I swear the Kid hasn't budged from his room. I'm ready to bust his door down at this point and drag him outside to talk to people. And he wonders why people gossip about him." She looked up, grinning at Will. It wasn't exactly sincere but it was more genuine than she could really get to be honest.

Brooklyn C.

She pouted and sat up, "But then it's not fun that way. Nothing interesting happens if you don't make it happen."

Brooklyn C.

Brooke sighed and rolled her eyes, standing and tossing the remote on the couch. "One, I didn't ask for help, and Two, you're no fun," she complained, pacing over to the kitchen to raid it for the third time that day.

Brooklyn C.

She took out a large family sized bag of potato chips that she knew wasn't going to finish but opened it anyway. "You mean this stock?" she taunted. "And yes... Zero 2.0 doesn't look like he's going to be any source of entertainment or 'fun'. Don't tell him I said anything, but I'm actually a tiny bit concerned."

Brooklyn C.

She stuck her tongue out at him as she manuevered the bag out of his reach. "Yes there is capacity for me to care about other people! It's just... really small."

Brooklyn C.

"Oh hush, I'll give it back in a second," she muttered through a mouthful of potato chips. She grabbed another handful and handed the bag back to him. After she finished chewing the chips she had in her mouth and swallowed the mush, she began to talk again. "Alex isn't a bitch," she remarked defensively. "She's a very pleasant person, you're just an idiotic, self-centered, moron."

Brooklyn C.

"That's what people say when they know what they heard is right. Salty much, One?" she commented, pulling the bag away again and setting it on the counter.

Brooklyn C.

"Yup, my memories aren't false. You're still this strange and stupid. Glad to know nothing's too different, Will."

Brooklyn C.

"Hush!" she murmured. "You obviously don't get to say anything, playboy!"

Brooklyn C.

She rolled her eyes, "Shaddup. Either way you're a moron. You're still extremely stupid and unfortunately for all of us, I don't think that's ever going to change."

Brooklyn C.

"Showing off what?" she snorted. "My higher intelligence because I have to compromise that to go undercover. Agh, my self esteem's been taking some hits."

Brooklyn C.

"I'm smarter than you, just dumb to them. IIYM students are very gullible."

Brooklyn C.

"Eh, true. Some of them are actually kind of intelligent... But let's be honest, they're impossible to find in the mass of fools."

Brooklyn C.

"You do realize there were over two hundred of us, right? The numbers increase every year, despite the fact that a good eighth of the recruits leave. So I don't call it irony, just simple coincidence."

Brooklyn C.

"Hey! In my defense I've been here for several years! All of y'all are just slow as fuck and didn't get here until the last year possible."

Brooklyn C.

"And I momentarily forgot you're a pain in the ass," she retaliated. "Okay, I can agree this place is boring, but if you want drama, you gotta make drama."

Brooklyn C.

"I'm not doing it for you, make your own drama," she pouted.

Brooklyn C.

"I do not live in drama. I just observe from a distance and laugh. Unlike some drama queens I know."

Brooklyn C.

She reached across the counter and hit his arm playfully. "Alex is not dramatic! Fuck off Deneris!"

Brooklyn C.

"That's because I'm not trying to hurt you idiot. It feels like a fly was tapping you because I was tapping you."

Brooklyn C.

"I've always been gay, that's not changing," she laughed.

Brooklyn C.

"Ooh, what if she is? And for the last time, she's not a twerp. Or to make it more clear, she's not you."

Brooklyn C.

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Why would you ever get any action? Don't you get enough of that? Don't think we don't know you're sneaking girls in Will. Unlike you, they're anything but stealthy."

Brooklyn C.

"Sex appeal, where?" she snorted. "Give me the name of one person who could agree you have sex appeal and I'll pay you a hundred bucks."

Brooklyn C.

"Ewwww, I'm not spending my time doing that. They probably sleep around with everyone, to be honest."

Brooklyn C.

"Will I swear..." she shook her head in disapproval and took another handful of chips from the bag.

Brooklyn C.

"Yes too much information!" she exclaimed.

Brooklyn C.

She narrowed her eyes and threw her chips at him. "How do you know that? You didn't kiss her did you?" There was a slight hint of possessiveness in her tone as she hissed at him.

Brooklyn C.

"William Deneris!" she shouted. "I will skin you alive if that is the last thing I do today!"

Brooklyn C.

She stood up to go strangle him. "Touch her and I will murder you so slowly you'll beg me to end it quickly."

Brooklyn C.

"Don't try me playboy," she warned.

Brooklyn C.

"WILL!" She screamed before going after him. "Damnit Will!"

Brooklyn C.

"She probably left so she didn't have to deal with your annoying ass. Now move you oaf."

Brooklyn C.

"You got a double what?" she asked. "And I request to get a shared room."

Brooklyn C.

She walked over, "Stop touching her stuff, put it down knucklehead."

Brooklyn C.

Brooke flicked his forehead and snatched the comic back, putting it back in the box and closing it. "Get out before I throw you out, Will."

Brooklyn C.

"What?" she muttered with a blink, closing the door behind her.

Brooklyn C.

"Oh yeah, T.E.'s gonna snatch my ass and throw me into the ocean. Oh well."

Brooklyn C.

She rolled her eyes. "You knew what I meant you fucking moron."

Brooklyn C.

"True. Damn, I know she's salty and shit, but can she let the rest of us be heartbroken like responsible teenagers by ourselves?"

Brooklyn C.

"Well that's because you exist and no one says responsible teenager around you because they have concluded you don't know what that is."

Brooklyn C.

"Will, you're going to many bad places in the future, and one of those is hell," she remarked, heading back to the living room area.

Brooklyn C.

"Turn the AC off then idiot," she pointed out, plopping down on the couch. From somewhere back in the hallway a door opened and she turned to catch a glimpse of who it was. "Sup Pandora?" she called.

Brooklyn C.

"Sure, I'll do that," she responded, switching the television on.

Brooklyn C.

She nodded in agreement. "Very. So, want to watch tv with me?"

Brooklyn C.

"Nice. Er, think of a channel. I'm too lazy to channel surf."

Brooklyn C.

"How realistic and relatable," she commented, leaning back and crossing her legs.

Brooklyn C.

When the scene came on screen, she pointed to the lion chasing after a group of gazelles and stated, "Look, it's a salty bitch in her natural habitat."

Brooklyn C.

"Bitch where?" she asked, pretending to feign confusion.

Brooklyn C.

"Last time I checked there was one of me, not ten."

Brooklyn C.

"Which one though?"

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She waltzed in, her hands filled with a sketchbook, not noticing either of them, kicking the door shut with her heel.

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Brooklyn C.

Brooke's head snapped to the side to get a glimpse of the front door and she jumped up, leaping over Will's legs to get to Alex. "Sup Alec, whatcha doing?" she beamed, questioningly.

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She jumped, hugging the book instinctively, "oh he-" she cut off as she saw Will and his position with a lack of shirt. He shot her a devilish grin and she flushed. "Hey. Nothing much. You?" *So much for being gay.*

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Brooklyn C.

She poked Alex's cheek playfully. "Why are blushing? There's not in the room to stare at," she commented, overlooking Will's presence which she deemed unworthy of Alex's gaze.

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Alex waved Brooklyn's hand away before narrowing her eyes at Will, opening her mouth to shoot a reply, but closed her mouth. Wasn't worth it. "Right. Well, uh...I'm just going to my room, have fun watching..." she trailed off as she eyed the T.V where gazelles were mating and was silent for a moment. "With whatever you're watching," she finished off, beginning to pull away.

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Brooklyn C.

She shot Will a quick glare and grabbed Alex's wrist. "Hey, Alex, wait! I, uh, wanted your opinion on a painting we could buy to decorate our room."

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"Can we do it later?" She asked, tugging her wrists, "I have some homework I need to do."

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Brooklyn C.

She shifted, her smile dropping as she released Alex's wrist. "Um.. sure, that's fine."

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She scowled at Will. If it wasn't for him, she probably would have stayed but...no. He winked back and she quickly looked back to Brookly, tapping her cheek, "afterwards though. Definitely."

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Brooklyn C.

"Alright, that's cool," she said, brightening up. She caught the scowl and took a mental note to give Will a piece of her mind once Alex left.

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"Have fun with the gazelles. Oh and by the way...use protection," she said before disappearing into the hallway. Not looking back.

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Brooklyn C.

She spun on her heel and resisted the urge to strangle Will. "Shut the fuck up you fucking asshole, holy shit, you should be glad I don't have a knife right now."

Brooklyn C.

"Swear jar, my ass," she seethed, grabbing the remote and tossing it at his head. "Maybe if you could stay fucking quiet for five minutes she would've stayed."

Brooklyn C.

She huffed and crossed her arms. "I am not attached to her. And how do you know that? I probably know more about her than you do."

Brooklyn C.

"I would be very protective. I would've slugged you over the head because you have no manners and need to learn to respect women."

Brooklyn C.

"What horrible thing has Alex done to you? You're annoying enough, Will."

Brooklyn C.

She raised an eyebrow, now suspicous. "Answer my question, William."

Brooklyn C.

"What has Alex ever done to you that makes you such an ass towards her?"

Brooklyn C.

"Will honestly, you always seemed to be fond of running from your problems. If you run from the truth, the truth will run to you."

Brooklyn C.

"Truth doesn't run out of breath, it's inevitable, William. I hope you know that," she called after him.

Brooklyn C.

She blinked, *What the hell is that supposed to mean?* She sighed and walked back towards the television room. *Time to go dig around and see what I find.*

OOC: Timeskip

Brooklyn C.

Per usual, Brooke was sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through an article on her HC while she ate breakfast.

Brooklyn C.

She pursed her lips and stood to go make another bowl, ignoring Will's greeting and pretending not to acknowledge his presence.

Brooklyn C.

She continued to say nothing, simply pouring the cereal in the bowl and afterward adding the milk and getting a spoon before sitting down at the other side of the counter to continue eating her breakfast.

Brooklyn C.

She took a sharp breath and crossed her legs, signaling her annoyance. She opened up her HC again and began reading from where she left off.

Brooklyn C.

She shot him a look, "You stole my cereal dumbass. And there's also yesterday but mainly you stole my cereal. Who even does that?"

Brooklyn C.

"And you're back from Hell for the day. Did you say hi to Satan for me?"

Brooklyn C.

"Kay, tell 'em that he might be seeing you permanently very soon."

Brooklyn C.

"You almost killed someone on your side out of paranoia," she pointed out, wondering if he'd understand what she was referring to. "I'm not as physically violent as I am verbally violent. Be grateful for that."

Brooklyn C.

"Sure, and the world isn't run by a half-dead psycho bitch," she remarked before eating a spoonful of her cereal.

Brooklyn C.

"Well maybe I wasn't there, but he told my himself, you injured him and he had to wear a bandage for months," she pointed out with a huff. "And... I don't know! I don't know how he works! Does anyone to be honest? I doubt you really know anything about him anyway, don't get testy with me, Deneris."

Brooklyn C.

Her face scrunched up in immediate disgust. "William Deneris! Can you keep your dirty mind out of a serious conversation for two seconds?"

Brooklyn C.

"Argh, you're infuriating!" she proclaimed angrily. "Your sexual experiences have no room in this conservation that's about a person sitting in his room down the hall! Why are you so... so... so... *immature*?!"

Kye Hanbyeol

Ironically, at that moment, Zero had left his room, ruffling his messy hair as he wandered down the hall, wearing his glasses. He didn't acknowledge the argument or even Will and Brooke and just sat at the counter and laid his head on the table, probably to sleep.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke made a face, not exactly clear on what to do with a seventeen-year-old who just fell asleep on the counter. She took a glance at him and turned off her HC, sitting up straight and clearing her throat, nodding her head towards Will to signal for him to follow her lead. "So, sleep well, Zero?" she asked.

Kye Hanbyeol

The black-haired boy looked up for a second, as if now just realizing other people were in the kitchen and rubbed his eyes. He yawned out, "Eight hours..." and straightened up.

Kye Hanbyeol

He nodded in agreement as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "It's weird... sleeping for eight hours... How do people do that every day?" he mumbled. To be fair, he had just barely registered Will's voice so all his thoughts didn't go through the filter they usually did if he was focused and awake. Which meant he was speaking more honestly than usual. "Why are you two acting like that...? Wasn't Brooke yelling a minute ago?"

Brooklyn C.

She blinked, beginning to laugh sheepishly. "It was nothing, at all."

Kye Hanbyeol

He frowned. "I'm not five guys," he whined. "Brooke doesn't yell at me... or Alex... or Valerie... and she *usually* doesn't yell at you... You can push everyone's buttons... amazing..." He then noticed the cereal and tilted his head, "I want cereal."

Brooklyn C.

Brooke stood immediately, wanting to exclude herself from the odd half-awake Zero conversation. "Here, I'll make you a bowl of cereal." She shot Will a look like, *Watch him* and stood up.

Kye Hanbyeol

"Depressed?" he breathed out quietly. He shook his head and decided to think about it later. "Father is..." He paused, sighing as he raised and hand to massage his temples. "...He's in the hospital."

Brooklyn C.

Brooke their interaction out of the corner of her eye, paying close attention to their dialouge.

Kye Hanbyeol

Hancheol himself was fine, but he was in the hospital for a totally different reason that involved an extremely risky surgery and his only son. "He's fine... It's just... stuff is happening and..." he glanced at Will, contemplating if it was a good choice to tell him, wondering if he'd really even care. "...I'm might be undergoing surgery in a month," he muttered.

Brooklyn C.

She dropped the plastic bowl on the floor, leaving a mess of cheerios on the ground as she paced over to him. "Surgery? Like... Like... actual surgery? For what?"

Kye Hanbyeol

He heaved a sigh as if some higher power in the universe was saying, *I told you so*. "They don't exactly know what it is yet that's causing the issue, just that it's lethal and they need to get rid of it as soon as possible. They think it's some mutated brain cells that's messing with my nervous systems or something..."

Brooklyn C.

She cursed under her breath. "And you're okay with this?"

Kye Hanbyeol

"To be honest, I haven't really completely comprehending the situation yet so I don't have a realistic reaction for it."

Brooklyn C.

She immediately shot him another reprimanding look, narrowing her eyes. *Cut it out,* she mouthed.

Kye Hanbyeol

He opened his mouth to continue but snapped it closed after Will's statement. *What are the symptoms of depression again...?* "I-I'm...." he drifted off, not really having an excuse to go anywhere. Plus his cereal was on the floor and he genuinely felt hungry. "You're right. They said that too, Will. But it's different. It's messing with my vision, and my hearing, and touch. It's like schizophrenia but more serious and is going to kill me in the near future," he snapped before standing up, grabbing a pop tart from the cabinet and returning to his room.

Brooklyn C.

"Can I strangle you with a knife to your neck?" she seethed. "Do you ever think about what you say before you say it? It could help you in the near future!"

Brooklyn C.

She let out a groan and held her face in her hands. "Pick of the Cheerios," she demanded. "Pick up the Cheerios, now!"

Brooklyn C.

She didn't watch, just sighed and tried to control her rising anger and diminishing patience.

Brooklyn C.

"He said he wanted *cereal*," she reminded him. "Plus if I left him with you any longer you would've done more mindless damage."

Brooklyn C.

"I don't know," she started out with a sarcastic tone to hit the obvious answer, "should you?"

Brooklyn C.

"Will, you knew what I meant," she deadpanned. "Stop running from the problem. What is with you? You can't hide from all your problems. One day they're gonna all come back to get you and you're going to wish you resolved them earlier."

Brooklyn C.

"You don't think they're worth your...?" Now she just started to laugh in disbelief, that and restrain herself from *actually* strangling Will. "Not everything is about you! Nothing is about you! Who do you think you're harming more right now? You or Zero? You've done nothing but break the kid's spirit over and over and over and you have the audacity to say 'it's not worth my time'. You are a selfish bastard, William Deneris. And I, among many, really hope you do go to hell and stay there."

Brooklyn C.

"Then why the hell are you still standing here?" she remarked. "I'm waiting for the day someone finally puts you in your place and makes you realize what a jackass you really are."

Brooklyn C.

From where she sat on a stool by the counter, she watched Will a murderous glint in her eye, crossing her arms in front of her. Her glare was fierce to remind him if he screwed this up too, she was personally sending him to the land of the dead.

Kye Hanbyeol

A long moment of silence followed the knock before Zero opened the door, his face a completely blank slate. He was barely halfway through the first pop tart that came in mini packs, having lost his appetite the minute he walked back into his room. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Kye Hanbyeol

He didn't respond for a moment, taking a moment to analyze the words but his expression didn't change. He just stared back at the other until he had convinced himself he was satisfied with the statement. Immediately, his demeanor changed and he leaned against the doorframe. "I'm impressed. I wasn't expecting you to approach me or explain your actions. It's an improvement. A small one, but an improvement."

Kye Hanbyeol

"You and I both know that's a lie, more to yourself than to me, but suit yourself. Fools tend to swim in denial." The ghost of a smile seemed to appear on his features as the ends of his mouth just barely curved upward. "Have a good day..." He stood up and grabbed the doorknob, "...asshole." Then he slammed the door.

Brooklyn C.

In the kitchen, she tried her best to contain her laughter but couldn't stop snickering. "Woooow... that backfired."

Brooklyn C.

"At least he said you improved!" she replied in between cackles. "But he slammed the door and everything! Holy...!"

Brooklyn C.

"Nah, you love me!" she teased. "Why in the world would you hate me?"

Brooklyn C.

"What? Me?"

Brooklyn C.

"And why do you say that?"

Brooklyn C.

"Says the person who wakes up and lies to himself on a daily basis."

Brooklyn C.

"That's exactly what you lie to yourself about."

Brooklyn C.

"Sorry, I'm interested in boys younger than me... whoops, I'm not interested in boys at all."

Brooklyn C.

"I'm homosexual. Please get that through your thick head. Still, younger than me."

Brooklyn C.

She opened her mouth to reply but then closed it. He had a point, and she hated to acknowledge that he could be right.

Brooklyn C.

"For all we know, she could be asexual," Brooke shot back, standing up. "Then no one would have a fighting chance."

Brooklyn C.

"Exactly. Okay, seriously, why are we arguing over her sexuality? Why do you even care about Alex? It's not like you actually like her."

Brooklyn C.

"Sure," she replied with narrowed eyes."

Brooklyn C.

"No, she'd ask me to castrate you."

Brooklyn C.

She raised an eyebrow, "Why are you asking?"