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There are things that Brooke knows.
She knows that she loved Cort, and she knows that she misses him. She knows he was a hard man, and that he hurt Lloyd. She knows that a man named Randall Flagg saved Lloyd that day, and that Randall Flagg was the last man to see Cort alive.
These are the things that Brooke knows, and they aren't very nice, but they're nothing compared to the things Brooke feels.
Terror, for one, that despite Lloyd's assurances to the contrary, Flagg had murdered Cort.
Frustration that she can't do a thing to prove it, or even investigate. Any evidence would have long disappeared from the island, and even if it hadn't, Brooke has no idea how to find it.
Anger, that she's yet one more reason to mourn Cort's loss.
Brooke feels a lot of things, and frankly, they're making her kind of a bitch.
***
"BROOKE," hollers Ygritte, striding down the path. It's the middle of the day, which means Misha is napping somewhere in the shade, but the lack of a tiger makes Ygritte swagger no less. She's fine intimidating all and sundry on her own.
"BROOKE," she hollers again, ready to catch her friend and hold her down in the ocean until she complies. "IT'S TIME."
"Time for what?" Brooke snaps, pulling her elbow out of reach. "I'm not playing hide and seek with your tiger again, it cheats!"
"Time t'make you work off some o'that--" Ygritte doesn't have the word for it. When other wildlings act like this, they simply get smacked. "You're in a mood, and better y'spar it out rather than eventually kill someone outright."
Brooke's mouth forms an O that on any other day might have been pretty surprise, but today the expression is only sour. "Don't even tempt me, Ygritte." The look on her face says she'd love to slap someone right now.
One red eyebrow arches, and then Ygritte's hand goes out lightning-fast and she smacks Brooke in the back of the head as if she's a petulant woman-child. "Consider yourself tempted."
Brooke pitches forward in open mouthed surprise, her hair a dark curtain hurtling between Ygritte and Brooke's suddenly thunderous expression. She tosses it back again with a shriek loud enough to shake the trees, gathering herself up to run pell mell at Ygritte, all wrathful, flailing limbs and no art.
Ygritte laughs, with a wild flick of her own hair, and charges right back, diving low at Brooke's knees, with every intention of taking her right to the ground. This is how to pop a terrible mood, and she intends to do it.
Some of Brooke's training decides to manifest then, moving Brooke's body into a countermove before it's occured to Brooke to do anything but grab fistfuls of hair and pull. She twists, landing astride Ygritte in the sand with a scream of bloodthirsty delight.
Perhaps this pleases Ygritte more than it should, but she shrieks too, and pushes back up at Brooke, aiming to flip her up over her head. "Is that all y'got?" she yells, completely caught up in the moment and not giving the faintest echo of a damn if anyone sees them at the fight.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch!" Brooke returns, though it's spoiled just a little by the Ooof that follows her hitting the ground. She scrambles to her feet, taking a more calculated leap for Ygritte's midsection.
If only she'd had the time to grease herself with animal fats! But there's no planning for situations like these, and Ygritte hadn't expected it to go here right away, so she jumps, pushing down on Brooke's shoulders. It's a bit of a miscalculation, as she ends up going over the top of Brooke's head and landing on her ass in the sand.
"Ha!" Brooke shouts, crawling over the sand to plant herself on top of Ygritte before she can get away. "Who's your daddy now? C'mon, say it!"
[ooc: joint post! tagging order is your pup, Brooke, Ygritte. godspeed, and good luck!]
She knows that she loved Cort, and she knows that she misses him. She knows he was a hard man, and that he hurt Lloyd. She knows that a man named Randall Flagg saved Lloyd that day, and that Randall Flagg was the last man to see Cort alive.
These are the things that Brooke knows, and they aren't very nice, but they're nothing compared to the things Brooke feels.
Terror, for one, that despite Lloyd's assurances to the contrary, Flagg had murdered Cort.
Frustration that she can't do a thing to prove it, or even investigate. Any evidence would have long disappeared from the island, and even if it hadn't, Brooke has no idea how to find it.
Anger, that she's yet one more reason to mourn Cort's loss.
Brooke feels a lot of things, and frankly, they're making her kind of a bitch.
***
"BROOKE," hollers Ygritte, striding down the path. It's the middle of the day, which means Misha is napping somewhere in the shade, but the lack of a tiger makes Ygritte swagger no less. She's fine intimidating all and sundry on her own.
"BROOKE," she hollers again, ready to catch her friend and hold her down in the ocean until she complies. "IT'S TIME."
"Time for what?" Brooke snaps, pulling her elbow out of reach. "I'm not playing hide and seek with your tiger again, it cheats!"
"Time t'make you work off some o'that--" Ygritte doesn't have the word for it. When other wildlings act like this, they simply get smacked. "You're in a mood, and better y'spar it out rather than eventually kill someone outright."
Brooke's mouth forms an O that on any other day might have been pretty surprise, but today the expression is only sour. "Don't even tempt me, Ygritte." The look on her face says she'd love to slap someone right now.
One red eyebrow arches, and then Ygritte's hand goes out lightning-fast and she smacks Brooke in the back of the head as if she's a petulant woman-child. "Consider yourself tempted."
Brooke pitches forward in open mouthed surprise, her hair a dark curtain hurtling between Ygritte and Brooke's suddenly thunderous expression. She tosses it back again with a shriek loud enough to shake the trees, gathering herself up to run pell mell at Ygritte, all wrathful, flailing limbs and no art.
Ygritte laughs, with a wild flick of her own hair, and charges right back, diving low at Brooke's knees, with every intention of taking her right to the ground. This is how to pop a terrible mood, and she intends to do it.
Some of Brooke's training decides to manifest then, moving Brooke's body into a countermove before it's occured to Brooke to do anything but grab fistfuls of hair and pull. She twists, landing astride Ygritte in the sand with a scream of bloodthirsty delight.
Perhaps this pleases Ygritte more than it should, but she shrieks too, and pushes back up at Brooke, aiming to flip her up over her head. "Is that all y'got?" she yells, completely caught up in the moment and not giving the faintest echo of a damn if anyone sees them at the fight.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch!" Brooke returns, though it's spoiled just a little by the Ooof that follows her hitting the ground. She scrambles to her feet, taking a more calculated leap for Ygritte's midsection.
If only she'd had the time to grease herself with animal fats! But there's no planning for situations like these, and Ygritte hadn't expected it to go here right away, so she jumps, pushing down on Brooke's shoulders. It's a bit of a miscalculation, as she ends up going over the top of Brooke's head and landing on her ass in the sand.
"Ha!" Brooke shouts, crawling over the sand to plant herself on top of Ygritte before she can get away. "Who's your daddy now? C'mon, say it!"
[ooc: joint post! tagging order is your pup, Brooke, Ygritte. godspeed, and good luck!]