Penthouse One/Pancakes vs. Pasta

## Jude's Death Day (29/07/17)

Brooklyn C.

Brooke stood in front of his door with her arms crossed and her glare sharply directed at him. "Living room, now," she demanded. "And I do not take no for an answer."

Brooklyn C.

"Sit," she ordered, standing in front of the television.

Brooklyn C.

She gave him a flat look. "No. I can walk over and slap you more easily," she remarked. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on the sides of her hips, restraining herself from punching Jude in the face. Suddenly her eyes flipped open, a fiery glare filling them. She let her inner mother take over. "Why are you encouraging Zero with your idiotic endorsements? And what are your intentions with him?"

Brooklyn C.

"You're getting to know him better...? Please, spare me the trouble and don't make me laugh. You barely know him... don't you think you're obsessive care over him is a bit... much?"

Brooklyn C.

"Next thing you know you'll probably be asking for his hand in marriage," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Cool it, detective. I know that there is some other motive behind your responses either than just 'I want to get to know him better'. And before you give me some smart ass reply, you better know that I'm watching you. If you even dare make Zero feel an ounce of sorrow, I will *break* you."

Brooklyn C.

"Do not take this as a joke, Aster. He has gone through too much for you to sit back and laugh like your prince charming or some shit. I don't care who you are, where you came from, what 'power' you hold over me, but don't you ever think about crossing me lightly." She stepped closer to him and gripped the collar of his shirt, hoisting him up from the couch as she glared at him. "Undermining me is one thing, but I swear... you better not fuck with Zero." And with that she turned and threw him into the coffee table, hard.

Brooklyn C.

"You are amazing," she started. "Amazingly stupid," she finished, before walking away. Jude was only going to continue to provoke her if she continued to respond, even if didn't seem to be taking her warnings seriously. Fine. She'd get her point across sooner or later.

## motherly instinct™

Brooklyn C.

Brooke was sitting in the kitchen, catching up on recent news on her HC. It had been a week from the "interrogation" and Jude had done well avoiding her. She still didn't believe she had gotten her point across though...

Brooklyn C.

Her eyes flickered down the hall at Zero's door, wondering if she could drag him out and get him to do something. Recently he had expressed interest in starting an unofficial Dragon Riding club to help students struggling in the class or just around dragons in general. She thought it was an interesting idea and told him to go for it, ever since she's only seen him out of his room for classes.

Brooklyn C.

"That's broken," she reminded him for the second time today, scrolling down on the article she was reading. "You need to go next door and borrow theirs. I already told you this earlier." She spotted Jude's laptop sitting on the couch over by the living room and returned her eyes to the article.

Brooklyn C.

She rolled her eyes and watched him leave. The moment he closed the door and she heard his footsteps fade as he disappeared down the hallway to the next dorm over, she jumped off the stool and hurriedly walked over to his laptop, sitting down besides it and placing it on her lap. She enlargened the tab and grit her teeth when she spotted the large ominous header: 'Point Zero'.

Brooklyn C.

She scanned the notes feverishly, tapping her foot on the floor while also listening in case Jude came back. She frowned as she read them. A lot of the notes looked like simple guesses but they seemed awfully close to Zero's accounts. How the hell did he conclude that Executive Anders' assassination was interrupted? What is this, witchcraft?

Brooklyn C.

By then, Brooke had minimised the tabs, set the laptop back in it's original position, *perfectly* and returned to the kitchen to sit down. Instead of an article, she was watching a video now and eating a muffin.

Brooklyn C.

When she heard the click of Jude's door, a grin bloomed on her face and she hopped down from the stool once again and headed over to Zero's room. She didn't even knock just opened the door, closed it behind her and jumped unto his bed.

Kye Hanbyeol

He watched her with a blank face like normal, tilting his head in slight confusion. He sat behind his computer desk, working on his writing piece as always. "You seem excited, he commented."

Brooklyn C.

She stood up and walked over to him, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I got a look at Jude's files."

Kye Hanbyeol

He turned his computer off immediately and ushered her to the couch and they began talking animatedly in low whispers in case anyone deciding to try and eavesdrop.

Brooklyn C.

They finished talking awhile before and Brooke had been leaving Zero's room herself. In fact, she closed the door behind her and was heading down the hall when Jude walked out of his own room.

Brooklyn C.

Immediately her smile deepened into a frown and she glared at him, waiting for him to pass (so she could trip him).

Brooklyn C.

If he would just move this would all be resolved. But no, Jude logic means speaking is the best option. "I hope wherever you are heading down this hallway is not Zero's room."

Brooklyn C.

She shrugged, placing a hand on her hip. "Both options work for me, but honestly the first would be easiest for the both of us. If you just cut off all contact we wouldn't having this conversation."

Brooklyn C.

She blinked, scrunching up her face in surprise. Of course, she was feigning it, but she had become so good at masking her true emotions that it felt more natural than it should've been. "You're investigating Zero? Why?"

Brooklyn C.

She watched him with a raised eyebrow, now *actually* confused. "I didn't even initiate this conversation...?" she sighed with a roll of her eyes. "Zero's busy by the way. Whatever you need for him isn't worth distracting him."

Brooklyn C.

"Good decision," she muttered, heading back to the kitchen.