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On the way to the Perk, Saturday midday
Prom had been pretty awesome in Brooke's opinion, though doing regular things after getting a crown the night before was a bit on the humbling side. So today it was a stop at the Perk for coffee before doing some errands, because she needed something to motivate her ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Wednesday evening
Today Brooke Davis was legal ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Sunday afternoon
Brooke had had quite the awesome vacation. And she hadn't wanted to come back here at all. Please ignore the part where for some strange reason she couldn't remember half of it. But she'd talked to people and hung out and... drank a lot? And other things? Maybe ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Saturday afternoon
Brooke felt much better. Shhhh.
She directed some of the credit to the fact that she had a trip to go on, and a lot of new clothes (made and bought, thank you) to pack, and she was intent on bringing all of them that she could. See, there tended to be issues where whatever you brought might not be compatible with the weather, or you might spill a ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Wednesday evening
Brooke was feeling better today, which she partly blamed on just be able to even go to cheerleading ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Monday evening
Brooke had graduated to opening the door. Because the common room was where the ice cream was and she'd felt in desperate need of it and if she'd made it that far, well, why not leave the door open? She'd just be sitting on her bed with her ice cream. Straight from the carton, natch.
After all, it wasn't like she was going to freak out, turn into ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Sunday night
It had been Brooke's own fault for not really taking Claudia seriously longer than the time she'd been in the common room, but she was probably turning over a new leaf on that sort of thing. Almost getting eaten- or tasted or whatever- by an Amber-looking little girl vampire after leaving the bar would do that sort of thing to you ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Wednesday night
For once the door was closed, and Brooke was dressed down, not doing much but lying on her bed and thinking. Who knew spilling your guts to the world would make you all introspective afterwards ( Read more... ) -
Room 221, Tuesday evening
Of course Brooke thought the truth-telling thing was kind of fun. She hadn't said anything bad yet. Right now it was just sort of nice to be able to say stuff with no filter.
Which was why she was in a pretty good mood still, sitting on her bed and painting her toes, and kind of hoping she didn't smell like Hutt lair. She felt like she did.
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Room 221, Sunday afternoon
Brooke was in a good mood this morning. No reason, she just was.
At least till the phone calls started. The one from Angela just threw her right off (and huh, it didn't sound like Angela. Maybe she had a cold?), and she had to respond. And then hang out in her room with the door open in case anyone needed to come by and confess anything ( Read more... )