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Brook Lesway

Rage at me all you'd like, it's the condescending tone that gets to me.

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a character in “My Little Puppets”, as played by Anuwa

Description

Name: Brook Lesway
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Brook, on bad days, used to have a bush of dark brown that most would refer to as hair. He had gotten it cut shorter to manage this, but it still usually sticks out at strange angles when left alone. His eyes are generally black but in the right lighting have a rich brown color that makes them a bit more striking. Brook's complexion implies that he avoids most outdoor activity even though his usual outfit consists of what looks like running attire. Comfortable white tennis shoes, baggy sports shorts, nondescript tanks, and a light jacket. When he does get more than usual sunlight though he practically bursts out in freckles.

Personality

Personality: To call him a wall flower in public is like stating up is indeed up. If there's a party or some large gathering, or more specifically if he's uncomfortable, he's near perfected the art of vanishing while in plain sight. Naturally Brook is more than just a back drop for someone else's life, but sometimes it's hard to tell. As it is, Brook is rather out of it, pretending to interact with others (what if's) rather than actually doing so. As far as he's concerned he's content watching rather than taking the chance and ruining what he's got. Perhaps it's a bit too cautious, but it's always easy to tell how much he trusts someone because of this. His friends, rather the real ones, get to see his more daring side simply because he trusts them not to bail on him if he goes a bit over the top. An odd quark of his, though it's hard to gain his trust and easy to lose it, he'd probably forgive someone for just about anything. However, though it's rare, when he does find something to draw the line at, he's stubborn to no end. Underneath all the careful tip-toeing he's a rather romantic gentalman with a love for quick wit and sarcasm.
Likes: Pasta, books, pain*, art, and video games
Dislikes: Crowds, drugs, being the center of attention
Fears: The dark and public humiliation

History

Basic History: He grew up being the 'good boy'. His older brother was the one always getting in trouble. Brook's brother, Richard, eventually screwed his life over landing himself in prison for murder with their parents disowning him. Since then he had gotten far too much attention for his already shy tendencies. The incident may not have affected him quite as much, after all his brother never really 'hung out' with him, but the news was dragged out until everyone knew all the bloody details. His parents had him in counselling since, to be sure there'd be no repeats, and for the longest time the teachers who had his brother secretly referred to him as the murderers little brother. It was only in high school that the hype seemed to have died leaving him with some semblance of piece. He's only had one girlfriend Rachel, but if you asked his best friend, Lisa, she'd say the girl is only using him. They pretty much would break-up monthly, Lisa refers to this as Rachel's period to which Brook only half heartily glares while he's wallowing in this month's temporary depression.

Other: *Brook is something of a masochist. Not strictly just physical pain, and he's certainly not aware of it, but there's very little explanation for why he kept getting back together with Rachel each time she decided to leave him, usually to go on some date with an upperclassman. Rachel never broke up with him gently either, usually adding it as a side note after he found out the hard way.





".... I'll just nod and pretend to know who you're talking about for now I guess..." Quite obviously he doesn't know any of them just yet.

Macallister O'harrison: "The name sounds Irish? Please say he's a red-head... No? Oh well."

Aspen Carter: "Pretty name I guess."

Marina Kearney: "Now that you mention it... nope still don't know any of them. Keep trying?"

Cyrus Greene: "Like the constellation? Ah, no- spelled a different way."

Belinda James: "Can't say I've actually known ANY one with that name."

So begins...

Brook Lesway's Story

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It was day two.

Brook had called Rachel up with plans, a romantic weekend. A day on the beach filled with fun activities, followed by dinner for two at Pho Bistro, her favorite high class restaurant once they were back in town. Then, with the night in full swing, he planned on surprising her with the back stage passes to 'Love Not' her current musical fixation. He had practically slaved away for those passes once he heard the band was passing through. It was worth it though, at least back stage it shouldn't be too over crowded. Then Sunday they'd be passed out most likely and recouping from whatever havoc his Rachel had dragged them into and taking it easy until he had to get back to work.

That had been his plan. As it was, she had already been busy.

When she picked up the phone, he hadn't gotten a word out. It would be nice to think that she just happened to be busy, cleaning... anything. It would have been kinder of her to not pick up the phone and then just call him back later. As it was though, honesty was the only thing that was never an issue in their relationship. If she was banging her cousin's older friend she'd tell him. Usually accompanied with some form of dismissal that she didn't want to be bothered with him. This time was only different because of the sounds in background, the quick gasps between her scathing blunt demand that he shouldn't interrupt things he has no business interrupting.

Sure he knew her tendencies and of course she had told him before. However, this was the closest he's gotten to actually witnessing it for himself, and for the first time he could remember his blood boiled. The cell phone became the victim in the sudden outburst of actual rage as he chucked it against the passenger side door. He was half way to Rachel's place, as he had planned to pick her up shortly, he detoured then doubled back passing his little apartment just off main street and parking at the little playground just a few blocks away.

Brook did not go to the beach that Friday. He did not go to their reserved dinner at Pho Bistro. He most definitely did not go to see the stupid boy band. Instead he spent the night curled up in his back seat wondering why he was more angry at the cell phone than at Rachel or whoever the guy was he had heard in the background. The phone after all had already paid for it's crime, if one would call doing what you were made to do a crime. The screen was cracked and the one time it tried to ring he had swiftly ended it's misery. He still felt the need to kill the phone though. As if it had lied to him or somehow caused the issue in the first place. Already, a part of him regretted the phones demise. What if it had been Rachel? Had she had a change of heart so quickly? Unlikely, but it has happened. It was possible.

Of course Brook needed to focus on something else. Anything else. So he stopped thinking about Rachel, or how Lisa would eventually find out and chew him out for putting up with her. Instead he watched the clouds change color and refused any thought. Essentially he shut down, simply observing.

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Character Portrait: Cyrus Greene Character Portrait: Marina Kearney Character Portrait: Aspen C. Carter Character Portrait: Damian Rothchild (Collector) Character Portrait: Belinda James Character Portrait: Brook Lesway
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Aspen wasn't giving up. She would not, could not give up. Leaning against the wall furthest from the door, she stared listlessly off into space, wondering if there was a plan she hadn't formulated yet. Perhaps she would ask Mac. He knew best - he'd been here longer than she had. Mac would know. Yes, he would.

With herculean effort, Aspen managed to get herself off the floor. She moved slowly to the door, pushing it open. She'd forgotten about that one stone that was slightly raised, though, and tripped on it, falling forward and hitting her lip on the hard floor. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she would have cried out in pain, except she had no energy to do it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Aspen got up. Her legs nearly collapsed from under her, but with the aid of the nearby wall, she managed to stay upright. Wait, before Mac - water. Right, Aspen needed water. There was water in... Marina's room. I need to get to Marina's room, Aspen told herself.

It'd been over a year since Aspen was here, and it was getting hard to think. Every action had to be carefully calculated, then a simple and straightforward command to be sent to her brain. Otherwise, Aspen would get confused and have to start again. She edged towards her left, where Marina's room was.

However, she was stopped in her tracks by a whimper. "Aspen? Marina?" Aspen tried to place the voice. High, whispery - a girl? The girls are Marina, Belinda and me - she said Marina, so it's Belinda. Isn't it? She was pleased with this logic. And now - to find what Belinda wanted. Aspen changed direction, moving towards the voice. A figure shifted in the shadows - who was it? Not important, right now Aspen wanted Belinda.

Aspen continued moving, and finally felt her foot nudge against something. It looked like Cyrus - but another figure was near by, whimpering. "Belinda?" Aspen whispered, crouching down next to the girl. She raised a hand and rubbed it across Belinda's shoulders carefully, trying to be comforting.

Just then, the door opened. Aspen froze - was he coming for her? Please, God, no, not her. Oh, please.

"My sweet little pretties! I have a little gift for you. I'll give you all food when I catch lovely, lovely, Brook but this should hold you all until then. You'll have a new playmate soon my precious little dolls. I know how much fun you'll all have with a fresh new friend!" Aspen shivered. Another friend? Oh, no, please help him get away. Aspen knew this was impossible, but she prayed for the unknown person's safety.

Aspen heard footsteps coming down the staircase. She shrank back as they passed her - terror was all she knew. Luckily, he paid her no attention. After a minute, he went out again.

Aspen continued trying to comfort Belinda, hugging her. Right now, she wasn't sure who she was trying to comfort - Belinda, or herself?

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It surprised Brook. Not that he was found, but rather who did the finding. He wasn't that complicated when it came to hiding, if you could call it that. After all, the purpose was only to be alone for a while, not forever. Generally, you could always find him some place familiar, quiet, and usually in a corner. It was usually Lisa that found him first though, second would be his parents, third would be Rachel herself. It seemed he might have to add a fourth to that list, though he doubted Damian was actually searching for him. Of course, the fact that the man bothered was worth something wasn't it? It was despairingly common for the majority of people to pass by someone who looked troubled. Not to say Brook was some saint that stopped to help every troubled soul, no he was just as guilty. So, it was best not to be rude to someone actually putting forth the effort. The truth of the matter was he hardly felt like moving just yet. He hadn't figured on his sulking being interrupted until after noon, when Lisa would most likely try to call him and find out his cell was no longer functional and then get worried. By that time Brook would have gotten through the worst of his mood and be slightly presentable.

As it was, glancing at the rear-view mirror as he sat up confirmed he wasn't quite public worthy. If you ignored his slightly blood-shot and puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and otherwise ruffled cloths there was still his hair. The hair on the side of his head that had been against the car seat stuck in a generally upward direction, several strands sticking to his face. The back was no better, choosing various angles at random. Self consciously he ran a hand through his hair to try to tame the decidedly mad scientist look he was sporting. Gesturing for Damian to back up he opened the car door so he didn't have to talk through the car window. The keys were somewhere in the front seat, he vaguely recalled tossing them down before shifting back here. Most likely they were under the front seat but he didn't care to look. The air outside the car was a bit cooler and it woke him up a bit more. With a shiver Brook snatched his jacket that he'd been using as a pillow before it had made it's way to the floor.

He had been procrastinating. Taking his time with every action, both trying to come up with a simple answer that explained everything and trying not to think about anything. "Rachel." He decided that was the easiest answer. If the man wanted details he could ask, but it should explain most of it. In the grip of depression Brook was prone to blatant stupidity. From small things to larger more life threatening things. One such example had been practically spilling all his guts to a random stranger, who at the time he fully expected to get bored and walk away. Instead he, Damian, had listen to Brook's random bout of whining and knew more about him than most of his friends - who usually never bothered listening when he was in a mood. Then again he usually didn't try to bother them with the truth of the matter either. Their minds were set anyway, so why bother? She had her reasons, her issues. They weren't his to share so most of his arguments for her defense were weak without that proof. Shaking his head he pulled himself out of his thoughts. He was stable enough at the moment to make small talk and didn't want to ruin that here.

A quick glance at his reflection off the car window as he shut the door and then looking over at Damian tickled his sarcastic humor. Damian looked like a decent presentable human being, Brook at this moment, not so much. Comparable to a crack addict going through withdraws standing next to the president, he figured. It was enough to make a partial smile light up his face for a moment as he focused on the odd site they might make to some stranger walking past. Partly so he wouldn't go back to dwelling and partly to avoid further questions he suddenly added, "but I'm actually okay" He could pretend couldn't he? "How about you? Why are you out here so early?" It was still early wasn't it? He hadn't been paying attention to anything outside his own head so for all he knew he could have possibly missed a day. He couldn't ask, that would give him away ... well even more. His phone was dead so he couldn't check that- and refused to dwell on why.