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Brooklyn Archer

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a character in “The Lost and Found”, as played by BurningBridges

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I was born under the name of:
Brooke Carolyn Archer

You can call me:
Brooklyn

My age is:
23

I was born on:
June 21st

I was born in:
South Orange, NJ

I have been homeless for:
8 years

Role:
The Bitch


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People would describe me as being:
Guarded | Passive Aggressive | Sensitive | Strong | Hardworking | Independent

Brooklyn is undoubtedly a hard worker. She's currently working two jobs and really doesn't mind the hustle since it pays off. She's determined, strong-minded and willing to take on new challenges, so long as there are perks for her. That too, is probably a big part of who she is. Brooklyn has been out here long enough to know that there's no use in helping people unless she's going to benefit from it as well. She definitely has trust issues, but she would deny that it really interferes with her life because she isn't seeking new friends. There's no need to share her life story or become best friends with someone when she couldn't care less if they disappeared the next day. Out here, she's learned to keep her guard up and not get too close to too many people because it'll just end in disappointment. She sees the mindset as being realistic but some claim it's closer to pessimism. Even if it is, why should she be optimistic? Almost an entire half of her life has been filled with hurt and she doesn't expect it to change anytime soon.

Besides being guarded, she definitely can come off as simply being a bitch. She's witty but sarcastic, and isn't innocent of saying things that she knows will provoke arguments or negative reactions. A lot of the things she does are calculated. She says and does things expecting a certain reaction from people and likes to see how far she can push people until they snap. She knows it's a poor character trait and she's the type who can dish it but can't really take it. She does a good job at acting like the things people say to her don't faze her, but she does take a lot of things to heart. Her emotions are generally internalized though, so unless she's arguing with someone she's extremely close with, she won't cry or show any signs of vulnerability. Instead, she'll spend days alternating between feeling guilty for whatever she did, and trying to convince herself that she shouldn't feel guilty - that if she starts to feel guilty, it'll show that she's weak and cares too much.

Her bad side may be more prevalent but there is a sociable side of her too. She has a heart and if one of the others ever needed her help, she would be there to give it to them. She wouldn't want them to speak of her doing a good deed ever again, but she'd probably be there to lend a hand if needed. Although she doesn't show this side of her with the others, Brooklyn is pretty wild. She's calmed down a lot compared to how she was a few years ago, but she's still spending at least one or two nights getting wasted at clubs after work. Alcohol and drugs (usually cocaine or weed) are her releases, and in addition to spending more money than she should on that, she also has a bit of a shopping addiction. If she was less impulsive when it came to those two habits, she would undoubtedly be able to support herself with at least a studio apartment.

Some things I like are:
Shopping | Alcohol | Silence | Warm weather | Heels | Being busy | Cliché Romance

Some things I dislike are:
Thinking about her family | Accepting responsibility | Waking up early | Being broke | Winter

Fears:
Brooklyn's biggest fear is dying on the streets. She doesn't want this to be her life and what she's remembered for. She's been homeless for longer than she ever would have imagined and is scared that she might never be able to get her life in order. Besides that, she's terrified of the idea of being raped, and she hates needles.

Dreams:
When she was a little girl, she'd tell you that she wanted to be a ballerina or a nurse and back then, she probably had the potential to become at least the latter. Now, her biggest dream is to get out of New York. She loves the city but wants to restart her life, and there's no way that she can do it here with all of her bad habits stemming from what the city life has to offer. Eventually, she would love to have a family but for now, moving somewhere warm would be a good start.


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Background:
There isn't much to say about Brooklyn's childhood. She was born as Brooklyn Carolyn Archer and lived in an average New Jersey suburb with her mother Andrea, a registered nurse, and her father Larry, a professor at a local university. When she was six, she became the older sister of Julia Grace Archer. Nothing noteworthy really occurred until the night of her aunt's wedding. Brooklyn was fifteen at the time and every the ceremony, had opted to spend the night at a friend's house. Her parents had arranged for Grace to also stay with a friend but at around three AM that morning, she was homesick and the friend's parents requested that her parents take her home. Larry and Andrea were enjoying themselves at the wedding, and clearly, they went overboard. In their defense, neither had planned on driving that night until they got the call about Grace, but both were old enough where that excuse couldn't excuse Larry driving drunk to pick up Grace. On their way home, Larry ran a red light and their car was T-Boned by a truck. The entire back half of their minivan was torn off and although the other driver, Andrea and Larry walked away with a few scrapes and bruises, Grace didn't. After a few hours on life support, she was declared brain dead.

Brooklyn woke up the next morning to find out that her sister was dead and her father was being charged with vehicular manslaughter. Her mundane life was turned upside down and this would just be the start of her troubles. Her father had been released from jail on bail but would never reach his court day. About a week after the crash, he committed suicide. The weight of having killed his youngest daughter was too much to bare and he didn't think that he deserved to be alive if he had taken that chance away from his baby. It's probably a pain that can't be understood unless you're experiencing it, but Brooklyn saw his move as being selfish. He had already caused her an immense amount of pain and now he was just going to die too? Her father had robbed her of her sister and now himself as well.

Not surprisingly, the whole ordeal really ruined Brooklyn's youth. She was broken in ways that couldn't be fixed and no amount of therapy or antidepressants that her mother forced on her could help. Eventually, her mother gave up trying. She was dealing with something that was equally, if not worse, than Brooklyn, and although she couldn't bring herself to take as extreme actions as her late husband, she didn't want to deal with reality either. She turned to alcohol for comfort, never went back to work after taking a personal leave and eventually ended up moving in with a man she had met at a local bar. Andrea's personality had shifted so dramatically that Brooklyn didn't see her as her mother anymore. She was nasty, degrading and sometimes even violent and her deadbeat boyfriend wasn't much better. By now, Grace was eighteen, had graduated high school a week earlier, and was sick and was desperate for an escape. After one particularly painful night of having to listen to her mother claim that had she been a better sister to Grace and invited her to spend the night with her and her friend, none of this would have happened, she left.

With a backpack stuffed with two outfits and around two-hundred-dollars, she boarded a train to New York City. Her first stop there was a small restaurant, Finnegan's Irish Pub. She wasn't used to the homeless life and wouldn't realize that spending twenty-dollars on a meal wasn't resourceful, but honestly, at this point, Brooklyn was still considering returning home in a day or so, when the runaway life got old. However, when she found out that the pub was hiring waitresses, she inquired with the owner and was given a job on the spot. After (sheepishly) explaining her situation to him, he offered her a small room above the bar as a temporary home. It was supposed to be an office but he rarely used it, and at the time, was living a few blocks away in an apartment with his wife. It was supposed to be a temporary living situation, but Brooklyn only moved out a year later, when Finn's wife divorced him due to his alcoholism and he was forced to move out of their home. He needed the space and Brooklyn wasn't going to overstay her welcome, but he did offer her the bar's basement. As drab and dark as it was, she made it work. She had no other choice, but because she knew Finn was struggling financially, she found work elsewhere. His pub's business had been poor and she knew that it would be pushing it to ask him to consider to pay her and house her for free.

She began waiting tables at a diner a few blocks away and here, her life took a turn for the better. One of the other waitresses she worked with got her a night job at the strip joint she worked at. It was definitely something that started off as being out of her comfort zone, but the money was worth it. The money was so worth it. It was the first time in her life that she was making a lot of money and she couldn't handle that change for a while. Nearly every night after her shift, she would hit up some of the most expensive clubs in the city. Drugs, alcohol and sex became her favorite pastimes and it took a lot of nights stumbling home drunk and passing out in cabs for her to learn that her habits were reckless. Even now, she still is a bit of a party girl, but with age, she's grown a lot more responsible.

A few weeks after she moved into Finn's basement, the man given a job to another runaway, Alex Moreno. Although she was hesitant, she agreed when he asked her if she would be comfortable sharing the basement room with the boy. Less than a month later, she was dating him, and their relationship lasted a good five years. Brooklyn really loved Alex, and she still does. However, she just didn't feel like the relationship was going anywhere and one night after being quite intoxicated, she started an argument with him about how he had no future and didn't actually love her if he refused to provide. It was overblown, unnecessary and offensive, but the next morning, her pride was still too strong to admit any fault in the argument. The couple separated and even though everyone assumed it would be one of their normal fights where after a few days, they'd be back together, it didn't happen that way. Brooklyn packed up her stuff and ended up spending a few weeks in a hotel and the rest with a girl she works with. Now, she's decided that if anyone should have to move out, it should be Alex. She lived at Finn's first and shouldn't have to waste her money avoiding him. Besides, she's still convinced that it was his fault that they broke up in the first place.

Job:
Waitress by day, stripper (or exotic dancer, as she prefers) by night


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Height/Weight or build:
5'8, 125 lbs

Eye color:
Blue

Hair color:
Blonde

Other:
Scars, piercings, tattoos, etc.

Face claim:
Amber Heard

So begins...

Brooklyn Archer's Story

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Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Brooklyn Archer Character Portrait: Holly Madden Character Portrait: Robbie Amello Character Portrait: Jackson King Character Portrait: Alexandra Decoteaux
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Nick wasn't stupid enough to expect Brooklyn to have turned over a new leaf completely, but he didn't expect her to still be this difficult. He was the one playing games? This wasn't her being rude or bitchy? Did she not remember how she completely snubbed Savannah yesterday afternoon by rejecting the handshake or even trying to be friendly? When Robbie, Jackson, Makayla, Holly, Alex and Lennie had moved in, she hadn't been that unpleasant. Nick was sure of it. She wasn't welcoming them with open arms, because that just wasn't how Brooklyn behaved, but she wasn't so cold to anyone other than Savannah. Maybe she had some super intuition that sensed that Savannah wasn't just an Alex or a Cara, and that he had something more with her, maybe Roman had given her a head's up before coming back, or maybe she was just being catty. Nick was beginning to believe it was the last one.

He didn't have a chance to object to her refusal to discuss things, or even explain his side of things when the clattering sound of something falling allowed Brooklyn to slip away from him and return to Holly. He only moved from where he was standing when the bathroom door closed behind her, and even then he moved slowly back through the apartment and down the stairs. He didn't bother to knock on Finn's door and let him know that Brooklyn and Holly were up there, because like she had said, this was "her home before it was his, or that of any of his little ragtag friends". He didn't know if she had spoken to Finn at all yet, but she clearly had no reservations with making it known that she still felt as comfortable here as she did two months ago.

"Kill me," he muttered as he trudged back to the basement. It was foolish for him to have expected that this could have worked out easily, but he didn't think it needed to be this hard either. He wanted to give Savannah and answer about what they were and what this living situation was going to be like, but he didn't think he could do that without speaking to Brooklyn. What they had just exchanged didn't even seem to qualify as a real conversation but as he stepped onto the bottom level, the air dramatically heavier and staler than the upper-levels, he realized that maybe that was going to be the new normal for their conversations. He didn't think that she had any right to say that he was the one playing games, but maybe she was over him. She had been gone two months and had never once tried to reach him. A girl like Brooklyn wasn't the type of girl who would ever be single for very long. She was crazy, that was for sure, but she was gorgeous and fun (most of the time) too. Had she found someone during those two months? Maybe it hadn't lasted, which was why she was back here now, but even so, maybe she had decided that she really was better than Nick. That there were other guys out there who had their shit together and could treat her the way she deserved to be treated. The thought alone brought a pit to his stomach. He didn't want to believe that he was as bad as a boyfriend to her as she constantly tried to pin him as being, but he also wasn't prepared to lose her.

Maybe it was time to get his life together. The question though, was how. Nick had been on the streets for nine years. That was a long time to be detached from the "real world" and he didn't even know where to start if he wanted to get his GED or some sort of real job. Even if he saved every spare dollar he had from his drug sales, he knew that he would need at least one grand a month to pay for a tiny apartment with utilities. With most places requiring a large deposit and the first month's rent right away, it seemed like a dream that would near be in reach. Even if it was, even if he sacrificed everything he had and started selling harder drugs to more dangerous people, he was still unsure if it was worth it. He didn't know if it was going to be worth all of the trouble to get back the girl he loved if she refused to change, when Savannah had showed him that maybe he could learn to love other people too. Brooklyn had been his girl for years, but maybe she wasn't the only girl that he could love. He didn't know. Again, he was left confused and without an answer for Savannah, and he hated it.

"Anyone seen Cara?" Nick asked after a few minutes of silence. He had sat down on his mattress and was rummaging through his belongings in an attempt to see just how much cash he currently had on him. It probably wasn't the kindest thing to have only cared about Cara's presence now that he was feeling strapped for cash, but he knew Cara better than any of the others. Nick had sold drugs to her years ago when she was just another rich kid, living in the Upper East Side, attending a wildly-expensive private school and living off of her parents' fat wallet. He knew she had money... or at least her family did. He had never pried for answers for why she had ended up on the street but knew it had something to do with a falling out with her father. Right now, Nick was feeling so distressed over his own issues and not knowing who or what he wanted, that he didn't care if it was wrong to play Dr. Phil just to benefit him. If he had enough money to try the life that Brooklyn wanted for him, maybe he would have a clearer vision of what he wanted, and if anyone had the money, it was Cara.

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Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Brooklyn Archer Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Savannah Stonecraft Character Portrait: Robbie Amello Character Portrait: Jackson King
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Cara was too relieved that Roman was gone for her to notice how upset or angry he seemed on his way out. She couldn't believe that she had actually slept with him. It really had very little to do with him though. She had done a good job at making it seem like her shock and disgust was a personal attack towards him, but as she sat on the edge of the bed, still donning just her towel, she knew that it was meant more for herself. She wasn't disgusted with herself for the one night stand type of night, but just that it was that with someone she knew... but didn't know. Roman wasn't Jackson, a guy who was enough of an ass that it just wasn't awkward to sleep with with no strings attached. She didn't necessarily know Jackson very well either, but she knew him enough that she could sit down with him for dinner without an awkward air being undeniably present. The same couldn't be said for Roman. It wasn't because he was awkward, because he was obviously smooth enough to get laid on what Cara would imagine to be a regular basis if she remembered much of anything about their night in bed. It was just that she and Roman didn't seem to have anything in common, and even after living with him for nearly a year, Cara had never actually spoken to him. Their conversations had never amounted to much than a simple "hello" or being involved in the same conversation if Holly was the common link between them. And now, suddenly, they were sleeping together. It went from one end of the social spectrum to the other in a matter of a night and Cara didn't know how to react to that aside from freaking out.

It took her twenty minutes to calm herself down enough to call down to the front desk and book the hotel room for another night. She knew that she couldn't return to the basement after that, or at the very least, she couldn't return for more than ten minutes to pick up her things. Since she had gone to the extent to pay for another night at the hotel, she figured that there was no use in trying to live on her own anyway. Even if the Makayla fight hadn't made her wary of staying in the basement, the Roman event had sealed the deal on that one. She wasn't ready to get on her knees and beg her father for forgiveness and succumb to the rules and regulations that his gold-digger wife would try to impose on her, but what other choice did she have? Makayla hated her for no reason and she had just not only slept with Roman, but was a complete bitch to him after the fact. It seemed like it would be completely and utterly impossible to face either of them. And then again, she hated how she thought her problems were so big. Here she was, sitting in a nice hotel room, sulking over an unjustifiable fight with a friend, and sleeping with a boy who was aesthetically pleasing. She had the option of running back home to her extravagant penthouse with the only con being making up with her dad and putting her pride aside. It didn't seem that easy in her shoes, but in the grand scheme of things, that was it. Her problems meant nothing compared to Makayla, Alex, or Lennie, who worked jobs that left them with the chance of being diseased or killed, or Roman who literally took a beating for a living. Everyone in that basement had it worse than her, and here she was, thinking that her life was over.

She had lived on the streets for close to an entire year. It was a minute amount of time compared to some of the others, but for a girl like her, it was a big deal. If she could stay out there for a year, she could survive for at least a little while longer. She wasn't ready to give in to her father just yet. She did plan on coming back to the hotel later tonight since she had already paid for it, but for now, she needed to face her problem. If things went wrong, she knew in the back of her mind that running back home to Daddy would still be an option. It always was. After getting dressed, she left the hotel and started to walk back to the basement. Halfway through, she stopped at a Duane Reade with the original intentions of just getting a bottle of water to combat the summer heat. While she was in there though, her confidence started to dwindle and she decided to pick up a few things to hopefully make reconciling with Makayla and Roman easier. It would probably only make things more awkward, considering how Roman was and how she still didn't think she had done anything wrong to Makayla, but Cara just wanted things to be normal if she was going to remain in the basement. Duane Reade was no Barney's, but she picked up some makeup and personal hygiene products for Makayla. With absolutely no clue what to get Roman, a blank greeting card which after purchasing, she scribbled an "I'm sorry for being such a bitch!" message, and on her way back, a pack of cigarettes from a corner store.

It was a major relief when neither of the two were in the basement when Cara arrived. Nick, Jackson and Robbie were three of the first people that she spotted upon entering, but she was a moment late to hear Nick's inquiry about her whereabouts and had jogged up the stairs to the bar before anyone could call her back down. She needed a drink to boost her confidence level before either of them came back to the basement... but of course, the bar was closed. Cara groaned internally at the sight of the vacant tables and the unusual quietness that filled the space without Finn's loud voice. Had she not spotted Lennie and Savannah at the bar already, she probably would have abandoned her shopping bags downstairs and ran to the nearest bar that was open. However, she had no problems with either of the girls and actually liked both of them. "Hey! Have either of you seen Makayla, Roman or Brooklyn?" She hoped that the answer to the first two would be a no, but she was suddenly craving a chat with the last listed. Cara was well aware of how close Brooklyn and Roman were. For a few weeks when she had just moved in, she was sure that there was something going on between the two of them, despite knowing that Brooklyn and Nick were in a relationship. The two of them just seemed to bring out the good in the other, and now, Cara was hoping that their relationship really was just platonic. She did not want to get on Brooklyn's bad side, especially if jealousy was the cause of that. She would leave that role up to Savannah.

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Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Brooklyn Archer Character Portrait: Holly Madden Character Portrait: Robbie Amello Character Portrait: Jackson King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester
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Robbie was sprawled on his back hugging up against the wall with a worn gray blanket barely covering an arm, let alone his body lay beside him along with several random clothing items that he wrote up as probably getting tossed around from kicking over his bag at some point, not that it actually mattered much to him. He always tended to just shove everything in the bad no matter how clean or dirty it was as long as they were out of the way. As he opened his eyes every ailment switched to full blast emanating from every part of his body. His jaw was throbbing, no doubt caused by him clenching his teeth while he slept, something he’s not done in a long while and a perfect example of him not having slept well. Aside from his jaw and teeth killing him his head felt like someone was ripping it open with a jagged knife at a snails pace. The headaches became a regular nine to five deal with the combination of his drug use and alcohol consumption, and he normally could suppress it enough so that it would be a faint scratching at the back of his brain, but what he woke up to was the equivalent of an entire orchestra playing inside of his skull. His body aches were the usual discomfort that he always had when waking up thanks to his mattress, however the headache was making all of the aches and pains much worse.

Groaning, he slowly lifted himself up and rested back onto the wall stretching his legs out towards the room, tilting his head, he raised a brow at his one naked foot, as if what he was seeing wasn’t real he wiggled his toes. Where's my sock? Where's my boot? He furrowed his brow as he moved some loose clothes that he hadn’t stuffed back into his duffle bag. An one old pair of jeans being among the list of items, dropped a pack of cigarettes as he moved them drawing his eye down where he managed to spot his boot in the corner of the room. Even so, there was no chance in the world that he was about to get up and get it right now. Turning his attention back to the cigarettes he grabbed the package noticing his paint covered hand, yet another puzzle piece to add to the pile.

Blinking away the morning grogginess he pulled out one of the cigarettes from the crumpled up package needing to rip off the end piece as it was hanging on by a thread, there was only five left in the crinkled package two of which were in the same condition as the one he had now. After taping it on the case he lit it and took a long drag while he composed himself. He looked around the basement realizing that only Jackson was down here at the moment. Robbie assumed the rest were upstairs or had already started their day. He never seemed to be up let alone around when most of the group was together and it was really starting to put a damper on his mood, sure he wasn’t one for having long standing conversations, but having people around lightened the air for him, plus with his current condition any help in figuring out what the hell he was up to last night would come in handy. Just as the thought crossed his mind heavy footsteps on the stairs revealed Nick, who pattered over to his mattress asking where Cara was. “Haven’t seen her, but I just woke up, so.” He dragged on, shaking his shoulders, trying to drop this cruddy feeling that was resting heavily on his shoulders, something he chalked up to be the side effects of whatever it is he took last night. Most of the time he could usually handle any level of pain that would get thrown at him with pure will or a handful of pills, most of the time it is pills, managed to get the pain to subside, but the with the doses he keeps up with the chances of them helping are unlikely but it’s not like he wasn’t about to try. He pulled his duffle bag over by the handle and opened it, digging deep inside for his stash, although he likes to hop around with the drugs his main vice has always been pills. He’s faked illnesses so many times he has something for just about anything and everything. After a minute of searching he pulled a plastic bag filled with several pill bottles, it was one set of three other plastic bags that lay at the bottom of his bag filled with an assortment of different prescriptions he gathered from a slew of different doctors. It took him a few more minutes to find the correct bottle of pain pills and dry swallowing two as he found them. After throwing the plastic bags back underneath the clothing put on a red t-shirt and stuffed the scattered clothing pieces in the duffle bag yanking on the strings to close it."Yo, what’d I- Ah fuck it. I’m starvin’, anybody else?”

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Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Brooklyn Archer Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Savannah Stonecraft Character Portrait: Robbie Amello Character Portrait: Jackson King
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ImageSavannah had been absentmindedly stirring her tea, when Makayla appeared. The poor girl looked about as tired as Savannah felt, she gave her a sweet smile as she called her name. "Hey, Savannah. Sorry to bother you, and I know this is asking a lot, but is there any chance that you would be okay with just keeping an eye on Holly for an hour? I've been feeling really sick for the past few weeks and I'm sure it's just the flu, but I think I need to go get it checked out. I would ask Cara but we aren't... she's not here right now. I promise I'll be quick, and Holly's upstairs with Brooklyn and Nick right now, but I just don't think I can keep putting off seeing a doctor any longer." She said and Savannah nodded with a frown. "Of course, of course, I'll look after her, no problem." She said and with that Makayla was off. Savannah looked after her until Lennie walked up. Savannah returned her smile. "Hey there, babysitter."Lennie teased and Savannah gave a soft laugh. "It'll be fun, I'm sure." She said standing up, preparing to find Holly, she knew she was with Brooklyn, but she wasn't going to let her diplomacy keep her from being around Brooklyn, honestly, she didn't have a reason to hate her, Savannah had said but a few words to her, nothing to imply any animosity, yet that didn't seem to stop Brooklyn's clear disdain. Problem was, she was with Nick...she hadn't spoken to Nick at all last night, which since she'd been here, the two of them were nearly inseparable.

It was then she saw Cara come in and she smiled at her too. "Hey! Have either of you seen Makayla, Roman or Brooklyn?"
Then, Robbie made an appearance, saying he hadn't seen them but due the fact that he'd just woken up.
Savannah smiled. "Makayla went to the doctor, she wasn't feeling well, Brooklyn is downstairs, and I'm sorry, I haven't seen Roman." She said with a tight lipped smile. Two of the three, she could do without for the time being.

"Excuse me," Savannah said politely to the two women. "Makayla requested that I look after Holly whilst she's gone." She said and after that, she made her way downstairs. She saw Nick and immediately her heart stopped. She wished he would just say something, A simple hello, how are you, would be nice. Him avoiding her like the plague was killing her. She hadn't really noticed until she saw him. She continued her stride, right to him.
"Good Morning, Nick..." She said, a bit nervously. "I um...I just..." She stammered over what to say. It didn't used to be this hard to talk to him.

"Uh, Have you seen Holly, Makayla asked me to look after her, I said I would," she said, trying her hardest not to pressure him for anything, despite how much she wanted to. She suddenly felt cold, as the memory of being in his arms crossed her mind.

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"Makayla was mad last night. Wanna know why?"

"I don't really care, but go ahead, why was she mad?"

"Well, at first that I thought she was mad at me because she forgot that she didn't like swimming and came into the pool and said that it was my fault, but then she said she'll never get mad at me and that's true, because she never gets mad at me. But, anyway, she was really mad because when me and Cara went on a vacation to the hotel last night, Makayla came and said we couldn't stay there anymore even though there were big beds with white blankets that were really bouncy and smelled really good. And I was taking a shower like you are now, except I was using shampoo that was vanilla flavored, and yours isn't vanilla flavored, right?" Holly had hopped down from the sink counter that she was sitting on and pushed the shower curtain in an attempt to figure out for herself what kind Brooklyn was using.

"Sit the fuck down, Holly," Brooklyn shot, smacking Holly's clawing hand away and thrusting the shower curtain closed again. Brooklyn could and would knock Makayla for a lot of things, but all it took was fifteen minutes alone with Holly for her to have a tiny bit of respect for what Makayla dealt with on a daily basis.

"But I wanted to see what kind you were using! Why are you always so mad?"

"Why are you always so annoying?" Brooklyn groaned. She had finished washing her hair a few minutes ago and decided that there was no chance she was going to get to relax in the hot water for any longer with Holly being such a pest.

"And you always use that mean voice when you talk. That's why dogs don't like you, I bet."

"That's not true, Roman likes me," she countered with a serious expression, though she was internally smirking. She wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the shower, pointing towards the closed toilet for Holly to sit down.

"He's not a dog. He only has two legs and doesn't like it when I touch him."

"Of course he's a dog. He's a bitch. They're their own special type of dogs. Maybe it's you who dogs don't like if you didn't even know that."

"Dogs don't get tattoos."

Brooklyn decided to stop messing with her when she glanced over at the girl and could tell that she was getting confused and actually second guessing herself. "You were telling me why Makayla was mad?"

"Oh yeah! Okay, so we were at the hotel--"

"Sit," Brooklyn ordered, cutting Holly off only when the redhead got up and started to approach her. She would deal with Holly's tangents and nonsensical stories, but she needed to do her hair and makeup without physical distractions.

"Did you get all of the glitter out of your hair?"

Holly had ignored her demand and was now standing next to Brooklyn, her hand an inch away from touching Brooklyn's hair before the blonde smacked it away. She had taken for granted the two months that she didn't have to deal with Holly touching everything, including her, every second of the day. "Don't touch, Holly. Go find your sister and ask her for money so you can buy something when we go shopping," she demanded, trying her best to have patience today.

"Okay! I'll get money for your birthday present and then you'll get your money for my birthday present, right?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you down there in a few minutes." Brooklyn didn't know that Makayla had already left and was banking on her being broke enough to tell Holly that she couldn't come shopping because she had no money to give her. As soon as Holly was out of the room, Brooklyn shed her towel and changed into a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top. She had only finished blow drying her hair when their was a light knock on the bathroom door. The fact that there was a knock at all told her that it wasn't Holly, who definitely would have barreled through the door with no hesitation at all. She suspected it was Finn who was probably only waking up now and in a hurry to shower. Instead, after opening the door herself, she found Cara waiting on the other end.

"Hey, can we talk?" Cara said, before Brooklyn could do anything more than take in the girl's nervous expression and hands full of Duane Reade bags.

"A night in a hotel and a drug store shopping spree? Did you win the lottery or something?" Brooklyn inquired with a knowing smirk on her face. She only confirmed that she was available to talk by pushing the door open further to allow Cara to come in.

Cara didn't acknowledge Brooklyn's sarcastic comment but took the girl's playfulness as a good sign. Maybe she was catching her before she remembered that Savannah had replaced her. "Okay, I know this is going to sound so weird, but I know you're like, best friends with him and we're friends and I just don't want this to be any weirder than it is, so, I'm just going to come right out and say this. I slept with Roman last night."

Cara had spoken quick enough to rival Holly's normal pace, but unlike the younger girl, it didn't take long for Brooklyn to understand what she was saying. She had slept with Roman?! Cara was right, she had caught Brooklyn in the best mood possible for her to receive this news, because rather than interrogate her on how that happened and why she should never do it again, Brooklyn found herself laughing. "You're joking, right? You did not sleep with Roman!"

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Brooklyn was laughing, which had to be a good sign... right? Cara was still fairly anxious but tried to relax as she took in Brooklyn's reaction to her confession. "I know it sounds crazy! I was obviously so drunk, and so was he, and I don't even know why he was there in the first place, but--"

"How was he?" Brooklyn couldn't resist smirking as she interrupted Cara with the question. She didn't really want to know for herself, but just to get a shot in at Roman, even if he wasn't there to see it. Plus, the befuddled expression that it left Cara with was pretty amusing as well.

"How was he? He... I don't know! That's not the point, Brooklyn! This is serious, I don't know how I'm ever going to face him again!"

"I know it's serious. You rented out a hotel room just to fuck him, Cara. I think that answers my question on his own."

"Oh my God, you're impossible," Cara groaned. She knew that Brooklyn was teasing her but this really didn't seem like a laughing matter, and she was beginning to regret telling this to Brooklyn at all. From the look of it, she was going to treat it as a joke and probably make up some dramatized story on her own to spread around to everyone. "I got it for Holly and I, and then Makayla started acting like she was drugs and came to take Holly away after I got off the phone with her, and Roman was with her I guess!"

"Do you think he sleep with Makayla first, and then you were his 'round two'?"

"Okay, bye,"

"Stop being a drama queen, I'm joking, I'm joking!" Brooklyn said, grabbing the fleeing Cara by her arm to prevent her from going any further. "So you were drunk and you slept with him, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that... is that it was Roman! I don't even know him, Brooke."

"I'm sure you can say the same about half of the other guys you've slept with. If not, I'm sure Alex and Makayla can teach you how to deal with that."

"So you don't think it's going to be awkward now?"

"Not with him, I don't think so, but to change the subject, why the fuck would you waste money on a hotel for just you and Holly? I thought we were friends, bitch."

"I thought you would want to get acquainted with Savannah," Cara smirked. Brooklyn deserved to have the tables turned on her for a moment, and just in case she snapped, Cara stepped further into the bathroom and rummaged through the shopping bags that she had set down earlier.

"Yeah, right," she muttered sarcastically, not even looking away from the mirror as she applied her mascara to glare at Cara. The fact that she had brought Savannah up with that undertone suggested that she knew that Brooklyn would have a reason to dislike her too. Maybe she wasn't just being a crazy, jealous bitch. "What's the deal with that bitch anyway?"

"She's actually really nice. She just moved in like, two weeks ago or something. Supposedly she came here for college and then I don't know what happened," she shrugged, holding out the pack of cigarettes that she had purchased. "Are these the kind that Roman smokes?"

"You guys are buying gifts for each other now? I told you it wouldn't be awkward but I'm gonna have to take that back if you start to do this... and that's not what we're talking about right now anyway. How did she just show up here two weeks ago?"

"I was kind of rude to him this morning when I found him in my bed! It's an 'I'm sorry' gift, so is it a yes, he smokes them, or no, he doesn't?" Cara waited for a response but after a few seconds, realized that Brooklyn wasn't going to budge until she got her answer. "And I honestly don't know. She just showed up that day. It's not like she had ever hung around before."

"He doesn't smoke those, but I'll take them," Brooklyn then answered as she took the pack from Cara without waiting for approval. She was silent for a moment as she finished applying her makeup, and then turned to look at Cara again. "Is she a whore? A Makayla or Alex?"

"No, she's a writer I think. Look, girl to girl, all I'm going to say is that you have a right to keep an eye on her. She's been nothing but nice to all of us... but that includes Nick. I haven't seen them... doing anything... but if you still are into him... just know that she might be too."

Brooklyn was glad that Cara confirmed it for her. She had told Nick that she didn't want anything to do with him but even if she wanted that to be true, it wasn't, and apparently, everyone knew it. Brooklyn planned on being cold to Nick for as long as it took her to either get over him, or for him to accept responsibility for every fault in their relationship, but Savannah was proving to be a catalyst for some change in their relationship. She needed to go though, that, Brooklyn was sure of. "Buy her a one way ticket back to England, Miss rich-enough-to-live-in-a-hotel," Brooklyn suggested. The bathroom was still steamy from her shower and it was starting to make her uncomfortably hot, and the thought of Savannah and Nick downstairs together made her want to get down there even faster. She pushed the door open, knowing Cara would follow her out. "I might take Holly out with me for a little to pick up a few things. You should come, it'll be your treat."

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Cara was right behind Brooklyn as they left Finn's bathroom. She had actually only been up there once before when Brooklyn had asked for help doing her hair when she was running late for work one night. It definitely would have been strange for her to remain up there alone, especially with Brooklyn still talking as she left. When Brooklyn invited her out to shop with Holly, typically insisting that it would be Cara's treat, she rolled her eyes but smirked. Either Brooklyn was in an unusually good mood today or Cara had just expected her to freak out a lot more over the Roman thing. Maybe it was a little bit of both, topped with the fact that she had missed Brooklyn. Unreasonably bitchy attitude and all, when Brooklyn wanted to be friends with you, she was a sarcastically-humorous and fun friend to have. It was one of the main reasons that the two girls had become friends, actually. She was one of the only other people in the basement who were willing to frequent clubs in the late hours of the night and go overboard with her. It was never concerning for Cara, because she could literally afford to be as reckless as she was, but it did say something about Brooklyn's impulsiveness when it came to money, and had allowed Cara insight onto Nick's side of their fights. "Yeah, I'll come. I don't know if it'll be 'my treat' with you and Holly there though. She must get her spending habits from you," Cara jested.

"That really means a lot coming from the girl blowing hundreds on a hotel stay," Brooklyn replied as they hit the first story and continued down. "I was surprised to see that you were even still here, honestly. Don't princesses like you spend their summers on the French Riviera? Or is it London? Monaco? Santorini?"

"You're annoying."

"I'm serious! Why are you still here? You think your dad will notice the difference if I show up to your house and pretend to be you? One of us needs to reap the benefits of the life that you threw away because you were a spoiled brat." Brooklyn knew she was pushing Cara's buttons, but it was amusing and besides that, it was true. The girl had to be delusional if she thought that living this life was worth proving whatever point she was trying to prove to her father, and Cara's silence only further suggested that she knew Brooklyn was right too. Brookyln had opened her mouth to tell Cara to stop being so sensitive but they were on their way into the basement now, and another person caught her attention. That English-accented voice couldn't be mistaken for anyone else and it was hard to ignore when she was saying her name. "Let's go collect Brooklyn then, shall we?" she heard Savannah say when she was a few steps into their flight down the stairs. As they stepped down a few move, she said something about Nick, and it already had Brookyln seeing read. For a moment. She knew that she had to be controlled around Savannah for now. She needed to figure out this bitch's weakness, strike on it, and send her packing. Even if she didn't want Nick right now, she sure as hell didn't want any other person moving in on him either, and from Roman and Cara's advisement, it was clear that Savannah was trying to be that girl. She obviously didn't know who she was messing with, though, and there was only room for one bitch in this basement.

"No need to 'collect' me, I'm right here," she announced, mimicking Savannah's accent as she quoted her. She had tried her best to ignore Savannah and ice over any potential interactions, but apparently, since she was still trying to hang out with Nick, that hadn't worked. Now she was just going to have to go in strong and prove to Savannah that she was not going to win whatever little game they were playing. "Did Holly invite you to come shopping with us?" She said, sending an obviously disapproving look in Holly's direction. She didn't care if Savannah saw. If anything, she wanted her to see. "But it's a girl's only shopping trip, so no Nick's allowed," she added. Not only did she not want to be around Nick right now, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure or ego boost of knowing that she felt like she had to compete for him. Brooklyn separated from Cara, Savannah and Holly for a moment as she headed back to her new area, put a few things into her purse and rejoined the three. "So, do you want to come with us, or are you saving up for your flight back to England?"

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Texas, England... same difference. They were both places with notable accents, and both places that Holly would probably never have a chance to visit. In her sixteen years of life, she had never even left New York state, and at the pace she and Makayla were on, it wasn't likely that she would for a very long time, if ever. That was okay with Holly, though. Her expectations weren't high and getting a new pair of shoes or a bottle of nice smelling shampoo made her as happy as she needed to be. Maybe the only perk of growing up impoverished was that it wasn't such a hard transition onto the streets. She had a bed back in her house, but it wasn't uncommon to find a roach under the pillow or sheets that hadn't been washed in months. Depending on who was living in the house at the time, it was possible for her to be stuck sharing the twin bed with one or two other kids, too. She had a shower with hot water... when the utilities were paid, and a fridge that was rarely stocked with anything other than beer. Leaving home had removed the abusive people from Holly's life, and that certainly outweighed any benefits of living there.

"How did you live in London and England and the United Kingdom all at once? And yes, we can invite Nick! Except I don't think Brooklyn wants--" For once, it was Holly who was being cut off by someone else speaking, and not the other way around. Brooklyn and Cara were strolling down the stairs with Brooklyn answering Savannah's first suggestion that they go find her, and the second one about inviting Nick. A dig at Savannah was thrown in there with Brooklyn seeming unhappy about her being added into the plans, but after gathering her things and declaring that it was a girls only shopping trip, it seemed like Savannah was still invited. "She's not going back to England yet! She said she's going to be here for my next birthday and that's not for a whole 'nother year!" Holly was probably the only one who didn't immediately sense the strain between Savannah and Brooklyn, and was quick to lead the group up the stairs. "Savannah, did you know that Brooklyn likes to go clothes shopping too? And she likes nail polish just like me, and has blonde hair just like Alex and Lennie and Cara, and likes to sleep next to Nick just like you! Well, she used to like that. Now she likes to sleep next to me and Makayla, right Brooklyn?"

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"How did you live in London and England and the United Kingdom all at once? And yes, we can invite Nick! Except I don't think Brooklyn wants--"Holly began only to be cut off by Brooklyn herself. "No need to 'collect' me, I'm right here," She said, mocking her accent. Savannah took a deep breath, her nerves on edge. "Did Holly invite you to come shopping with us?" She said, sending a dark look to Holly, who was only being nice. "But it's a girl's only shopping trip, so no Nick's allowed," She said and Savannah nodded. "Very well." She said with a grimaced smile. "So, do you want to come with us, or are you saving up for your flight back to England?" Brooklyn said, and a single brow rose on Savannah's brow.

"She's not going back to England yet! She said she's going to be here for my next birthday and that's not for a whole 'nother year!" Holly said, obliviously, Ingorance truly was bliss. Savannah smiled sweetly at the girl, grateful that she was there, enough to calm her down, when honestly, Savannah wanted to pitch Brooklyn off of a bridge.

"Savannah, did you know that Brooklyn likes to go clothes shopping too? And she likes nail polish just like me, and has blonde hair just like Alex and Lennie and Cara, and likes to sleep next to Nick just like you! Well, she used to like that. Now she likes to sleep next to me and Makayla, right Brooklyn?" Holy added and Savannah smiled.

"Good to know, Holly, thank you." She told her sweet girl, and smiled at Brooklyn. "I'll be coming along, since Holly asked, and like she said, I plan on being here for while," She told her with sardonic smile. "You know, Holly wanted to purchase something for your birthday, she's such a sweet girl, and you know what Holly, I know the perfect thing, clothes are temporary, she'll just grow out of them.." She said and grinned.

"Etiquette classes. That would be perfect."

Two can play the bitch game, only Savannah intended to but much more eloquent

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"I don't like sleeping next to anyone down here," Brooklyn corrected Holly. "Unlike some people, some of us aren't proud of living down here. You know, boasting about planning on being homeless for a whole year doesn't send the best message to our more impressionable friend," Brooklyn added, now giving Savannah an insincere smile as she nodded towards Holly, who was bounding up the stairs in front of them. Brooklyn could tell that today was going to bring out a side of her that was even too petty for her to appreciate, but Savannah was out of her mind if she thought that she was going to be a bitch to her. That was Brooklyn's job and she wasn't going to be beaten at her own game by some unwanted slut. Plus, it wasn't like she was saying something that wasn't true anyway. Savannah was delusional if she thought that spending another year in this basement was boast-worthy. At the very least, it emphasized the fact that she had only been there for two months, or had ignorance to rival Holly's.

The comment about etiquette classes didn't faze Brooklyn. If Savannah thought that that was an insult to intimidate her, she not only was delusional, but dumb too. Brooklyn had been homeless for eight years and the one prior to that wasn't peachy either. Having manners and "etiquette" were the last things that anyone on the streets cared about. Were you supposed to be polite when robbing someone or allowing them to violate you so you could buy food the next morning? No. Then again, Brooklyn was being purposely impolite to Savannah and she was probably only speaking on that behavior, but it didn't matter. Brooklyn wasn't naturally some friendly and warm person, but Savannah was proving to bring out an even worse side of her, and she wasn't going to take any tips on how to have etiquette from her. Maybe Savannah felt like she was too proper to get dirty, but Brooklyn didn't.

The natural sunlight and light breeze, albeit it a hot one, made the outside atmosphere more pleasant than the grim basement. It still wasn't great though, with Savannah walking only a few steps ahead of her. Brooklyn looked to Cara who was at her side, sending her a playful look. She wasn't going to be brazen enough to talk to Cara about Savannah right beside Savannah, but the look probably spoke to how much Brooklyn was already disliking her today. "Holly, did you ask Savannah to get you a dog for your birthday? She must have a lot of money if she doesn't even need to work," Brooklyn suggested as they headed down the street. If Holly was Savannah's responsibility today, Brooklyn was going to make sure that she was put to the test in that respect too.

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"I don't like sleeping next to anyone down here," Brooklyn corrected . "Unlike some people, some of us aren't proud of living down here. You know, boasting about planning on being homeless for a whole year doesn't send the best message to our more impressionable friend,"

Savannah gave an acidic laugh. "Holly, did you ask Savannah to get you a dog for your birthday? She must have a lot of money if she doesn't even need to work,"

Of course this wasn't the most ideal place to live, but Savannah wasn't about to go telling Holly that, not when the girl was perfectly happy with her home. "Hmm, so perhaps a dictionary would be more appropriate, Homeless, means to be without a home, we all have a place to live, and home is where the heart is, so perhaps you are homeless, but I most certainly am not and neither is Holly." Savannah said matter of factly.

She saw what she was doing, trying to shake Holly's faith in Savannah, trying to make it difficult for Savannah to look after her but Savannah was a patient person. It didn't phase her, at least not at the moment. Her competitiveness was in too much control at the moment.
Savannah reached around, closing Holly's ears, so that she couldn't hear what she was about to save, even if Holly tried to fight her off, she still wouldn't have heard her enough.

"Oh, trying to play the child against me, classy, so I suppose you left your dignity on the floor at work, along with your clothes and self respect?" Savannah said, and let go of Holly's ears, and smoothing down the girl's hair, casually, showing that she was un phased by Brooklyn's words, even though she was running low on funds.

She hoped that someone would pick up on of her books, then, if anything, she could rub Brooklyn's pointed nose into it.

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Once they hit the street, Holly really wasn't paying Brooklyn and Savannah any mind until her name was spoken. First, Savannah suggested they buy Brooklyn etiquette classes for her birthday. She had no idea what etiquette meant, but the word "class" instantly had her disliking the idea. Classes reminded her of school, and school reminded her of too many rules, always having to be quiet, and constantly struggling to keep up with her peers. Which never happened anyway. Between the underpaid faculty who didn't have the resources to really assist her, and her mother and "stepfather" who couldn't handle her lack of attention at home either, Holly had grown just as resistant to learning as the process of learning apparently was to her. She despised it so much that etiquette classes seemed like the worst possible birthday gift to give someone. It made sense, considering the animosity the two girls were currently spewing, but Holly didn't catch on to that and planned on voicing her opinion. Brooklyn started speaking before she could jump in, and while the two girls exchanged a couple more jabs, Holly's attention was captured by a newspaper stand they were passing. The front of it was lined with rows of candy and Holly slowed her pace slightly in an attempt to pick out one to beg Cara for, before Brooklyn addressed her. "Makayla said we can't get a dog until we move out of the city because dogs need a backyard, and a pool with a water slide and a diving board."

The reference to her birthday and now, the idea that Savannah had a lot of money reminded Holly of the original intention of their trip: shopping. She couldn't question which store they would be going to first before Savannah placed her hands over Holly's ears. With a very apparent look of confusion, Holly pried the hands away, but was only free after Savannah had insulted Brooklyn. "Why did you do that?" she questioned, looking skeptically at Savannah and then to Brooklyn. She hadn't been paying much attention to the exchanges between the girls in the first place but by deliberately being blocked out from hearing, she was now more curious than ever. Although her gaze had shifted to the Forever 21 store they were approaching, she still wanted an answer. It had simply become the second most important thing on her mind behind the sparkly outfit one of the mannequins in the front window was donning. "Let's go in here!"

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"Wow, did you steal that from a Hallmark card or something?" Brooklyn couldn't even stop herself from rolling her eyes at the cliche line that Savannah gave her about home being where the heart is. She knew she was being petty and that her internal monologue that was constantly running with sarcastic and annoyed remarks about all of the morons she had to deal with was vocalizing itself more than normally, but she couldn't help it. Never to be admitted, there was a tiny bit of Brooklyn that could relate to that line, though. For a long time, back when she was a teenager and her relationship with Nick was new and fresh, being with him did feel right. If home meant feeling safe and comfortable, then back then, home was with Nick, and Nick was where her heart was. Even if her heart was still with Nick today though, she was homeless and being in Nick's presence wouldn't change that. The adventurous charm of the streets wore off very quickly, and it was apparent through Savannah's blind optimism that she was still in that initial period. She didn't know what being homeless was actually like. The pangs of hunger and the utter desperation for an escape hadn't hit her yet. If she thought that the musty basement below Finn's bar could be considered a home, she was more delusional than Brooklyn originally pinned her to be. Sure, they had a roof over their head and four walls around them, but so did people living in homeless shelters, and they were still homeless. Finn was giving them a place to stay at his own expense and honestly, Brooklyn was baffled that he hadn't been caught harboring people who constantly partook in illegal activities already. It was only a matter of time before Finn asked them to leave, or the law forced them out. Was it going to take that long for Savannah to realize that she could invest her heart in the fantasy of being a billionaire, but she was still homeless?

Again, she would never admit it, but Savannah's dig at her was a pretty good one. For a girl who had suggested that she was so above the dirty play that Brooklyn was putting her up against, it was a pretty low blow. An eyebrow quirked instinctively, a "what the fuck did you just say to me?" reaction as she replayed Savannah's comment in her mind. She hadn't even noticed how Savannah had covered Holly's ears in the process until Holly pushed them away and questioned why she had been deafened for the remark. She was still reeling from the unexpected insult, or else she would have told Holly that Savannah said she was ugly and was talking poorly of her, just to add some more fuel to the fire.

She didn't get a chance to respond to Savannah as they crossed another intersection and were then placed on a busier street, one bustling with shoppers and tourists, but her mind was buzzing with possible comebacks. When Holly requested they go into the first store they passed, a Forever 21, Brooklyn nodded. "Go for it," she said, turning to Cara and flashing her an innocent smile as she nodded towards Holly, who was already venturing into the store. She knew that Cara was going to try to squash any chance that Brooklyn had to talk to Savannah one on one to prevent a fight from breaking out mid-store, but if anything, Brooklyn felt like Savannah had asked for a direct altercation. Brooklyn could dish the insults all she wanted, but when one that was even remotely personal came flying back at her, the other person had suddenly crossed an unspeakable line. It wasn't fair and Brooklyn knew it, but it was who she was. It was a defense mechanism ingrained in her personality by now, and she was just used to being the person who was never crossed.

When it was only her and Savannah, Brooklyn took the girl in fully for the first time. She was a pretty girl, that was undeniable. Brooklyn could see what Nick would appreciate about her in a physical sense, and she probably was a sweet girl when she wasn't being attacked. That didn't matter to Brooke though. She wasn't interested in making friends with Savannah or getting to know her at all. She wanted her gone, even if she had to force her out herself... which was apparently going to be necessary. "I'm trying to figure out what you are. You're some sweet little writer, living in this fantasy world where you aren't homeless, and as far as I've heard, not working. Yet you have the audacity to talk about what I do for a living? You're over here being a wannabe J.K. Rowling, and me and the other girls in that basement are yes, selling our self-respect to survive, and you're mooching off of mommy and daddy's money, right? That's what you are, another trust fund bitch? Well, newsflash, Queen Elizabeth, that role's already taken by Cara, and to secure her spot even more, she's not fucking my ex-boyfriend. So, why don't you head back to the basement and pack your bags? Take Nick with you if you want. Just get the fuck out of here, kay?" Her tone was nothing short of condescending and mean girl leveled mean, but she didn't care. A smug expression remained on her face as she went to the extent of shooing Savannah away with her hand. She hadn't been appointed the voice of the others in the basement, but if it was going to benefit her, she would act like Savannah leaving would benefit them too.

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Savannah smiled at Holly, after she asked permission to go inside the store. Savannah could see her from where she was, so she nodded. " Of course, Darling." She told the girl before it was just her and Brooklyn.

Savannah braced herself for the worse. As sweet as she typically was, she was competitive, it was ingrained in her since birth, her parents wanted her to be the best, always win, she won countless competitions that way, and honestly, that's where alot of her money came from. Writing contests, 100 here and 200 there. She had to win and while she was genuinely a compassionate person, competitions, especially one she wanted to win, made her something else.

It just so happen this competition was about Nick, and that was something she wanted to win.

She smiled when Brooklyn turned to her, and her smile didn't fade, not once. "I'm trying to figure out what you are. You're some sweet little writer, living in this fantasy world where you aren't homeless, and as far as I've heard, not working. Yet you have the audacity to talk about what I do for a living? You're over here being a wannabe J.K. Rowling, and me and the other girls in that basement are yes, selling our self-respect to survive, and you're mooching off of mommy and daddy's money, right? That's what you are, another trust fund bitch? Well, newsflash, Queen Elizabeth, that role's already taken by Cara, and to secure her spot even more, she's not fucking my ex-boyfriend. So, why don't you head back to the basement and pack your bags? Take Nick with you if you want. Just get the fuck out of here, kay?"
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Savannah cocked her head, with a small breath of a chuckle. Sizing Brooklyn up as she shooed her off. Savannah's eyes grew dark as she stepped in front of her, looking her in to her eyes. "You say you're trying to figure me out without even trying to be dogmatic, you want to know me, figure me out... fine, I'll tell you, I'm well aware of my situation is, I just don't go round, making everyone miserable because I am unhappy my life. Yes, I have the 'audacity' to talk about what you do, because unlike the other girls, you seem almost proud of what you do, using survival as an excuse for your misplaced hubris. If you must know, the money I have, I've earned myself, my parents, have nothing do with it, I've used my mind, to survive, not my arse " She said, darkly, her eyes narrowed as she watched Brooklyn's expression. She leaned back and smiled,

"But I understand now, This isn't even about me, you say you don't want Nick, yet you're the one who brought him into this conversation, not me. Your hatred toward me, is simply due to the fact that you expect Nick to be miserable without you,but when you returned, you only found that he was the exact opposite. Your anger, has nothing do with me, personally, you've directed it there because deep down you know the truth, you were toxic for him, toxic for everyone around you, I've only met you today, and here you are, spitting venom and for what? I've done nothing to you, I barely spoke a few words to you, and you hate me. But only because you've come back to find that you weren't really missed, Nick was moving on, and that hurts, but you can't deal with that, and I'm the one living in a fantasy world? I'm not the one that needs to leave and you know that." She told her, clicking her teeth and shaking her head in a parody of sympathy. "And because you're not dealing with the truth of it, you'll say something like, 'Oh Savannah you're only rebound, he's only using you to get to me,' Get to you, No, over you, certainly. He spoke about you, he spoke about how horrible you were to him, about how everything he did couldn't please you, try as he might, so yes, he was trying to get over you...and what was he supposed to do? Run after you? Beg you to come back to him?" She asked her rhetorically and then she really looked at her, and something struck her. While she was in college, she took a few psychology classes, so that she could understand human behavior, so that she could write better, more realistic characters. She noticed something in Brooklyn and while, in the back of her mind, she was sure that Brooklyn might just swing on her for saying this but she was tired of being nice, and this competition was something she wasn't about to lose.

"I wonder, what happened to you? Where you neglected as a child, and so now you crave the attention you never got? Is that why you're so hateful, because that's the only way to get people to listen to you? To react to you? Is that why you act so proud of you removing your clothes every night, because you know someone will see you, react to you....Is that why you expected Nick to chase after you, because he had in the past, he'd been trying to please you for so long, and even though you knew deep down he was a good man, you berated him anyway, just so he could try a little harder...Is that what makes you, you Brooklyn?"

She knew one of two things was likely to happen, either Brooklyn wouldn't say a word, just to prove her wrong, or she'd attack her, throw a punch, or a slap, and unknowingly prove her right, Savannah braced herself for an attack that she just knew was coming, but she didn't move, she didn't flinch, she barely batted an eye. Her words were harsh, she knew it, and apart of her felt bad for saying them, but it had to be said. If only to let Brooklyn know she was not some push over.

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Brooklyn was definitely caught off guard by the venomous response that Savannah returned to her, after mimicking her act of looking her up and down. There were a few parts that struck Brooklyn, mostly the ones regarding Nick, but she wasn't taking anything that Savannah said personally. The girl was clearly delusional if she had taken Brooklyn's words as her being proud of what she did for a living. Stripping wasn't something that she was necessarily embarrassed of. When it came down to it, it was a lot less dangerous than prostitution and any shame associated with the job quickly diminished after Brooklyn realized how much cash she was able to make there. Savannah could claim that she wasn't actually doing it for survival, but that again, only seemed to attribute evidence to the idea that she was crazy. Brooklyn wasn't ashamed of her work, but if she had enough money to survive without it, she definitely would not be spending her time there. Savannah's attempt to blame her choice of job on her "hubris", a word that Brooklyn would never admit she had no idea of the definition of, rather than on her need for survival was just wrong.

If the last part of her response, the part regarding her childhood, was correct at all, it definitely would have left Brooklyn in a fury, but it held little relevance to her life. The first fifteen years of Brooklyn's life were normal and enjoyable. She was raised by a happy couple in a nice neighborhood and was your typical kid. She wasn't neglected and by the time that things got bad, she was already a teenager and didn't need enough attention from her parents to warrant the term neglectful. Her upbringing wasn't perfect. Her father killed her sister in an alcohol-induced car accident and hung himself from the guilt of it, and the loss of her husband and youngest child pushed her mother to alcohol. Before she ran away, maybe her mother could have been considered neglectful, but Brooklyn was in a state of depression where she was pushing away any attempts at having a relationship with her anyway. The fact that Savannah had the nerve to bring up her childhood in itself made Brooklyn's heart start to race, but it wasn't personal enough to push her over the edge. She made a mental note to make a snide remark about how Savannah apparently wasn't any better of a psychologist than she was a writer to Roman when she informed him of the conversation later on.

When Savannah finished her monologue, Brooklyn wanted to match the spiel with one of her own, but stopped herself when she realized it was pointless. "Proud? Proud? You are such --" She shook her head. "You know what, you aren't even worth it. You are just as fucking delusional as everyone else said you were." It wasn't true. Aside from Roman, Brooklyn wasn't sure that anyone else disliked Savannah. Nick obviously didn't, Cara had said she was nice, Makayla trusted her with Holly, and Holly seemed comfortable with her, but Brooklyn didn't mind planting that seed of doubt in Savannah's mind. It was the least she could do. Without another word, Brooklyn turned away from Savannah and headed towards Cara and Holly. She was surprised that Holly wasn't on a completely different floor of the store by now, but Cara had probably tried to keep her close to them in case she needed to step in between Brooklyn and Savannah. She didn't address Holly when she reached the pair, opting only to glance at Cara. Her expression was blank, probably hard to read, as she spoke. "Let's go get lunch. Just me and you."

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Brooklyn had insisted that things with Roman wouldn't be awkward even after their night together, but Cara didn't believe that. Not only had Brooklyn brushed past the subject as soon as one that concerned her arose, but it just couldn't be that simple... not with how this morning had ended, and how her relationship with Roman was barely non-existent twenty four hours ago. Of course it was going to be awkward from now on and Cara dreaded having to see him again. That whole issue was enough to worry about, and she knew that dealing with Brooklyn and Savannah together was going to be nothing short of dreadful. Twenty minutes into the excursion and that assumption was proven tenfold. Brooklyn and Savannah were going at it as they walked down the street and Cara lagged behind, hoping to avoid being dragged in by Brooklyn. She probably favored Brooklyn, but mostly because she knew Brooklyn longer. Savannah had been around for two weeks and had definitely made a good impression on Cara, but her friendship with her wasn't as solidified as that with Brooklyn. Still, Cara wasn't about to go to bat against Savannah when Brooklyn was clearly the aggressor in whatever they were bickering about. Not only was Brooklyn probably being unnecessarily mean, even for their circumstances, to a point where Cara couldn't defend her even if she wanted to, but it just didn't feel like her place to step it. So, she lingered behind the group until they were inside of Forever 21 and Brooklyn non-verbally suggested that she follow Holly while she stayed back with Savannah. Cara shot her a warning look, but couldn't maintain it for as long as she wanted when she realized that Holly was already hurrying further into the store.

It took a few seconds for her to catch up with the redhead, who luckily, stood out enough to not be lost in the crowd. She was in the process of pulling a pair of shorts off of a rack when Cara appeared next to her. "Ooh, those are cute."

"Makayla will like them, let's get them for her!" Holly suggested, tossing the shorts at Cara as she quickly moved on to the next rack. Cara glanced at the price tag. Sixteen dollars for a pair of shorts wasn't bad in her mind. A couple years ago, she had a closet worth tens of thousands of dollars, but she knew that Makayla would never fathom shelling out that much money for a pair of shorts. After her altercation with her last night, Makayla had made it clear that she didn't want Cara doing her any favors anyway. She guessed that it was just something that she said in the heat of the moment, but Cara still didn't know where all of that animosity came from and she wasn't going to risk somehow offending Makayla by being generous anymore. She was even second guessing the toiletries and makeup that she had bought earlier in the day. It had been an impulsive and frantic act as she freaked out over her life being ruined by two relationships crashing in a single night. Things still weren't resolved between her and Roman, and her and Makayla, but Cara wasn't on the verge of moving out anymore. Especially with Brooklyn and Savannah probably mauling each other at that very moment, Cara was reminded that her problems were probably the least significant in the basement.

Cara discretely hung the shorts back on the rack as she followed Holly and nudged her gently. "Let's go look back in the front by the jewelry. You wanted to get Brooklyn something, right?" Cara hoped that she would be able to divert Holly's attention away from the mountain of clothes piling up in the girl's arms and get close enough to see Brooklyn and Savannah at the same time. Thankfully, it worked. "I do want to get her something! It was her birthday last month too, you know!" Holly said and Cara didn't even have to respond before Holly was already headed in the right direction. They stopped far enough away from the pair that they couldn't hear what they were saying, especially with the noise of the other shoppers and the store music playing, but close enough that Cara could read their expressions. The smug looks on both girls' faces was all she needed to see that this was not going any better than she expected it to.

Only a minute or so went by before Brooklyn was standing next to her and Holly, but waiting for the conversation between the two to end... either peacefully or violently... made it feel like an hour. Brooklyn didn't offer Holly, who was fiddling with a bunch of necklaces a single glance, but told Cara that they should go get lunch. Cara was so used to being the person entrusted with Holly's care that it felt unnatural to leave her with Savannah. It had nothing to do with Savannah herself, because she definitely seemed capable of coddling Holly, but just because that had always been Cara's job. It reminded her again, of what had happened between her and Makayla last night and left her feeling even more uneasy. What was she supposed to do, though? There was no way that Brooklyn and Savannah could sit through a lunch together, and Makayla had written her off last night, and apparently, reassigned her role with Holly to Savannah. Plus, if she snubbed Brooklyn right now, when she was probably already overflowing with anger (despite her emotionless stare), it wouldn't end well. "Yeah, okay," she nodded, too uneasy to pay Holly much attention as she tugged her towards Savannah. Brooklyn was already out the store door as Cara approached Savannah and tried to offer her a soft smile. After whatever had happened between Brooke and her, she was probably on edge now too. "Brooklyn and I are going to go. We'll see you guys back in the basement later," she said, giving a small wave before hurrying out to meet Brooklyn on the street. "What did you do?" was the first thing she said upon approaching her.

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For the most part, when Holly went shopping, it was with Cara. She would go into stores with Makayla on occasion, but it was usually only as a last resort attempt for them to do something because Makayla knew how dangerous it could be to bring Holly into a store. While Holly knew that they didn't have a lot of money, she also got excited over things very easily and that flood of excitement often left her not caring about their lack of finances. Sometimes she would beg Makayla for whatever item caught her item, be it a dress or a pair of shoes, a game or a piece of candy, but other times she would just want to show Makayla all of it. Even that, though, made her sister anxious and store employees failed to appreciate Holly littering products in different areas of the stores. With Cara, shopping was definitely different. Cara not only seemed less anxious in stores in general, but barely bat an eye when Holly became a tad too enthusiastic. She also didn't buy Holly every thing that she would pile into their basket but shopping with Cara and on the occasion, even Brooklyn too, was more of an adventure than with Makayla.

Even caught up in the exhilaration of shopping, Holly noticed how the mood was off today. Cara was with her but seemed distracted, and Holly noticing that definitely said something to how inattentive Cara was being. When Brooklyn came over and then a moment later, Cara was pulling her back towards Savannah and leaving her there while walking out with Brooklyn, it was apparent that something was wrong. The look on Savannah's face only stressed that, even if Savannah was doing her best to seem composed. It wasn't unusual for people to look upset or annoyed in Brooklyn's presence and Holly knew that well since it was common when her sister and Brooklyn interacted. Seeing anyone unhappy still made her upset though, and she looked towards Savannah with a frown. "Why don't you like Brooklyn and Cara?" With Brooklyn gone, Holly didn't think it made sense to shop anymore and took a few steps towards the door. "I think Makayla will be better by now, right? Can we get her and then get pizza?"

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"Proud? Proud? You are such --" Brooklyn hissed and Savannah simply narrowed her eyes. "You know what, you aren't even worth it. You are just as fucking delusional as everyone else said you were" She said before storming off like the child she was. Savannah didn't say a word, and just went off.

Who said she was delusional?

Roman most likely. She really didn't interact with Cara for her to say something like that, Lennie was always nice to her, Makayla trusted her enough to look after Holly, and probably disliked Brooklyn as much as Savannah did, so everyone, that was a lie, and she knew it, but Roman could have, he seemed to hate her, and she didn't know why, try as she might.

It was then Cara lead Holly over to her before disappearing out of the store. Savannah flashed her a smile, but it was clear her mind was elsewhere.

"Why don't you like Brooklyn and Cara?"Holly said, clearing sensing the mood. Savannah sighed, with a sad smile. I think Makayla will be better by now, right? Can we get her and then get pizza?" She asked after stepping toward the door. Savannah walked up to her, taking the girl's hand.

"How about we get that pizza, then we see if Makayla's home, shall we?" Savannah said and the two began walking, she made sure that she had Holly's hand, loosely, but enough that if the girl wanted to run off, Savannah could hold on to her, she also had the girl on the inside of the walk.

"And to answer your question, love, I like Cara just fine, but Brooklyn....she and I just simply don't get along, sometimes, some people aren't compatible." She told her and then smiled, ruffling her hair with her free hand. "Unless of course, they are friends with you. You can make friends with anyone." she said and smiled. Holly was the first one to greet her openly in the basement, besides Nick of course. Holly asked questions, a lot of questions, and Savannah didn't mind answering any one of them. It seemed to open up things for everyone else, save for Roman and now she knew why.

He was friends with Brooklyn, and for whatever reason he hated her, for what seemed like the same reason Brooklyn did.

This was all very stressful.

"Where would you like to get your pizza, Love?"

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Savannah yawned a bit, as she scribbling in her notebook. Today had been nice. More than nice actually. The dinner Nick had wanted with her and Brooklyn the night before didn't go over well...as in not at all.

After Savannah told Nick about their little exchange at Forever21. She told him the truth, from beginning to end, what she said and what Brooklyn said. He seemed to be a bit shocked by her venomous words, but otherwise fine with it. During that conversation, they were at the library, Nick seemed to find more enjoyment in the air conditioning then he did with the books, but that was fine, Savannah checked her mail.

Nothing from any of the dozen or so publishing houses she'd sent her work to.

She then went to the whole thing with the man at the pizza parlor, and she told him how she thought it was scam, so she didn't take much stock into it. Though, she still for some odd reason, held on to the card.

Odd.

After that they two of them happened by a street fair. From then on, it seems they were both distracted enough with the fair, that it seemed almost like a real date albeit impromptu but nice all the same.

They went through the booths, playing games, he'd won her a cute little teddy bear key-chain with which she hooked onto her bag and by the end of it, her arm was hooked around his, and they walked around, laughing like an actual couple, and not like whatever relationship limbo they'd been in since Brooklyn's arrival.

It was wonderful.

It was a real shame it all had to end as they'd returned to the basement and was once again in limbo.
She hated it, she really did.

He was off working now, and she was stuck here. Thankfully, Makayla was home and was alright, she seemed distraught, but otherwise alright, Holly was her usual self, and things had just been civil, e.i. Brooklyn was working too and therefore not there.

That thought made Savannah reach into her bag and pull out the card. It was completely fake, it had to be but still...Something Brooklyn said- while she'll never admit it- got to her.

She was jobless, and the only one, besides Cara who evidently didn't need to. She didn't want to live down here forever, and she didn't want to rely on Nick.

She looked at the card and again and decided she'd head upstairs.

She greeted Finn who was rather busy.

"Do you mind if I use your phone?" She asked, and Finn arched an eyebrow, asking her if it was an out of town call.

"No, It's not, It's local, honest." She said, and he nodded toward the back.

She went in the back and grabbed the phone hanging on the wall. She punched in the numbers on the card and waited....

"Shh..Grindhouse Modeling, this is Rico speaking, how may I help you?"

Savannah was quiet for a moment, her heart racing. Was she really considering this?

"Hello, um, I was given a card yesterday, and I...um...was curious."

"Oh? Well, Curious about what?"

"Well...This is a modeling agency, correct?"

"Yes, it is,"

"Well, How much can I make?"

"That depends on how well the shoot goes...you said you were given a card?"

"Yes."

"Well, you'll do well..."

Savannah swallowed.

"What would I be doing exactly?"

"Just taking some photos, that's all."

Savannah was quiet again. She didn't trust this. Ever fiber of her being said this was a bad idea, but everyone else here was doing rather questionable things, so why couldn't she? Was she so proud?

It wasn't like her writing was getting her anywhere.

"Miss?"

"Oh, Sorry...um...I..."

"You're nervous, I understand that, but how about this, you come down, I'll give you the address, take a look around, see if you want to give it a shot? We won't have you signing any contracts or anything, just give it a look see? How's that sound?"

Savannah nodded. "Okay, When?"

"We are doing a shoot right now."

"At 10pm?"

"Well, It's a night shoot."

"Ah...I'll think about it."

"Alright, well, let me give you the address and when you've decided, you stop on by?"

"ALright." Savannah then grabbed a pen and paper, and jotted down the address as he gave it to her.

"What's your name?"

"Savannah, Savannah Stonecraft..."

"Alright, Well, I hope to see you soon, Savannah Stonecraft." and with that, Savannah hung up the phone.

Never before has a phone conversation caused her so much anxiety. She allow herself to breath a moment, before walking out, thanking Finn again for the use of his phone and headed back downstairs.

She found Makayla down their with Holly, Cara and Jackson, she noticed a sour look on Makalya's face and approached her.

"Makayla, Are you alright, Love?" She asked her, softly, trying not to bring attention to them. She didn't seem to be a big fan of Cara nor Brooklyn which at this point, Savannah was rather glad for, she didn't want to be the only one who disliked Brookyln. Cara was fine in her book, but only because she hasn't done anything to her.