Post by Brooke 'Misfit' Lawrence on Aug 18, 2006 5:37:08 GMT -5
First and last names: Brooklyn Lawrence
Nicknames: Misfit, Brooke
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5’6
Hair color: Brunette
Eye color: Brown
Personality: Brooke Lawrence, AKA Misfit, is trouble. To everyone, including her closest friends, she’s dangerous and doesn’t take crap from anyone. She loves to have fun, not caring how extreme it may be. Brooke is the kind of hard ass girl to take those risks. With one look she could send a man stumbling over tables to get away from her, but she just hasn’t met the right guy yet. Every girl has a weak spot, and Brooke’s a softy for her own kind; a daring, dangerous, risk-taking, bold kind of male. Most of her classmates believe her to be a lesbian, but don’t be fooled by her tough talk, cause this girl’s sexy. She may be a little bit rugged, a little bit tom-boy, but she’ll always look and be sexy. She’s a lustful character, and she can be a bit promiscuous at times. She loves men, unless they piss her off.
Past: Brooke’s gone through some rough periods in her life. Her father was murdered when she was 10, and it killed Brooke because her father was her best friend. Brooke’s been to ‘juvi’ twice and got kicked out of her mother’s house. She now lives with her ex-boyfriend in a loft apartment downtown and has been known to sell drugs to pay rent.
Pets: male Golden Retriever named Sting and a Doberman named Johnny
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Brooke closed the door slowly, praying there’d be no loud click. A quick slide and the door was shut without a sound. Brooke walked over to the kitchen area and placed her keys expertly on the key hook that hung above the counter. She used her right foot to step on the heel of her left skate shoe and pulled her left foot loose, then repeating this method for the other. She slowly pulled her arms from her leather skin jacket and placed it on the coat rack in the hallway. There was a creak in the bedroom down the hall and Brooke instantly cut off any movement coming from her body, including breathing. She stood dead still for almost 4 minutes until she could hear nothing more and decided she was home free.
She tip-toed down the corridor and on her first right came to a halt before her bedroom door. She stretched her hand out to grab the doorknob when light poured into the hallway.
“Where the f**k have you been?” A voice filled with disgust and anger rang in Brooke’s ears.
Brooke slowly turned to face her mother and shrugged. “Out on the patio...watching TV.” She lied. Her eyes penetrated her mothers blue ones, daring her to disbelieve.
“For f**k sake’s kid. I’m not an idiot. You haven’t been home since you went out at 3 this afternoon. It is now 5:30. Don’t you f**king lie to me, Brooklyn.” Her mother retorted coldly. She stepped closer to her daughter, just inches from her face and looked her right in the eyes. “I want you gone, kid. I want you f**king out! You don’t give a f**k about anyone but yourself. And all you do is f**king cause trouble. I’m not going to let it slide anymore, Brooke. Get the f**k out of my life.”
Brooke stepped up to her mother and stared back with a sneer smile. “You want me gone? Fine. I’m gone. I don’t want to deal with your drunk crap any longer than you want to deal with me. f**k you.”
And with Brooke having the last word, her mother went back into her room, slamming the door. Brooke took a moment to realize this was the end, no more chances for her and mother to set aside differences. It was finished. She packed her things and left a note on the fridge saying she’d be back for the furniture. With that she was out the door and gone.
Nicknames: Misfit, Brooke
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5’6
Hair color: Brunette
Eye color: Brown
Personality: Brooke Lawrence, AKA Misfit, is trouble. To everyone, including her closest friends, she’s dangerous and doesn’t take crap from anyone. She loves to have fun, not caring how extreme it may be. Brooke is the kind of hard ass girl to take those risks. With one look she could send a man stumbling over tables to get away from her, but she just hasn’t met the right guy yet. Every girl has a weak spot, and Brooke’s a softy for her own kind; a daring, dangerous, risk-taking, bold kind of male. Most of her classmates believe her to be a lesbian, but don’t be fooled by her tough talk, cause this girl’s sexy. She may be a little bit rugged, a little bit tom-boy, but she’ll always look and be sexy. She’s a lustful character, and she can be a bit promiscuous at times. She loves men, unless they piss her off.
Past: Brooke’s gone through some rough periods in her life. Her father was murdered when she was 10, and it killed Brooke because her father was her best friend. Brooke’s been to ‘juvi’ twice and got kicked out of her mother’s house. She now lives with her ex-boyfriend in a loft apartment downtown and has been known to sell drugs to pay rent.
Pets: male Golden Retriever named Sting and a Doberman named Johnny
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Brooke closed the door slowly, praying there’d be no loud click. A quick slide and the door was shut without a sound. Brooke walked over to the kitchen area and placed her keys expertly on the key hook that hung above the counter. She used her right foot to step on the heel of her left skate shoe and pulled her left foot loose, then repeating this method for the other. She slowly pulled her arms from her leather skin jacket and placed it on the coat rack in the hallway. There was a creak in the bedroom down the hall and Brooke instantly cut off any movement coming from her body, including breathing. She stood dead still for almost 4 minutes until she could hear nothing more and decided she was home free.
She tip-toed down the corridor and on her first right came to a halt before her bedroom door. She stretched her hand out to grab the doorknob when light poured into the hallway.
“Where the f**k have you been?” A voice filled with disgust and anger rang in Brooke’s ears.
Brooke slowly turned to face her mother and shrugged. “Out on the patio...watching TV.” She lied. Her eyes penetrated her mothers blue ones, daring her to disbelieve.
“For f**k sake’s kid. I’m not an idiot. You haven’t been home since you went out at 3 this afternoon. It is now 5:30. Don’t you f**king lie to me, Brooklyn.” Her mother retorted coldly. She stepped closer to her daughter, just inches from her face and looked her right in the eyes. “I want you gone, kid. I want you f**king out! You don’t give a f**k about anyone but yourself. And all you do is f**king cause trouble. I’m not going to let it slide anymore, Brooke. Get the f**k out of my life.”
Brooke stepped up to her mother and stared back with a sneer smile. “You want me gone? Fine. I’m gone. I don’t want to deal with your drunk crap any longer than you want to deal with me. f**k you.”
And with Brooke having the last word, her mother went back into her room, slamming the door. Brooke took a moment to realize this was the end, no more chances for her and mother to set aside differences. It was finished. She packed her things and left a note on the fridge saying she’d be back for the furniture. With that she was out the door and gone.
