Humanized.
Brooke taps on her keyboard. The digital clock in the lower right-hand corner of her laptop screen reads ten-thirty pm. She sighs, glancing at the chat box on her meebo bar. No reply. Her chat response still sits unresponded to. It's been a full two hours since she wrote it, and it's still there. She knew the one she had been talking to was still online. The green light was on. Why wouldn't she answer? Brooke's fingers skittered over the keys as she typed:
Where are you? Are toi still on?
She hit enter and closed the meebo window on standby. She waited, sipping her hot chocolate. A dissapointed, surprised expression leaped across her face. The hot chocolat was cold. She put the mug back on the desk, forcing down the gross, cold combination of cacao haricot, fève grounds and spoiled milk. Ew! Nasty! She looked back at the meebo bar. It was motionless. Brooke sighed, "Come'on Milla." she urged, "Where are you?" Still no reply.
"Brooke! Are toi still on that internet?" Brooke's mom asked, poking her head through the doorway. Her graying hair was in rose curlers, making her siluette look like a freaky alien. Brooke sighed, "Just a minute mom." she groaned. Slumping back in her swivel chair defiantly. "NOW Brooke Jillian Meyer!" Her mom snapped. "Your backlight is keeping your little sister up." Brooke looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, her little sister Justice was propped up on the bottom bunk of the bunk lit and was sucking her left thumb. (she's left-handed). Brooke glared at her but Justice didn't see it in the dimly lit bedroom. "I'll give toi one minute to get offline ou else I'm taking away your laptop for a year!" With that her mom slammed the door. Brooke turned back to the laptop. "Please Milla." she begged. "Who Miwwa?" Justice asked, adjusting her position on haut, retour au début of her lumpy farm animal quilt. "Shut up, it's none of your business." Brooke snapped in a loud whisper. "I'll call moma if toi don't tell me." Justice warned with a winning, near-toothless smile. Brooke sighed again. She was silent for a momment, then she stood up, "Milla," she said, slamming her laptop shut, "is a spineless jerk". She stormed over to the bunkbed and not even regarding the ladder, climbed up onto the haut, retour au début bunk. "What does spineless mean?" Justice asked from below. Brooke threw the blanket over her body, "Go to sleep Justice." Brooke grouched. "I'll yell." Justice shrilled.
"No toi won't." Brooke replied with annoyance.
"Yes I will and toi can't stop me." Justice retorted. 'If there were two people I felt like killing right now they'd be..' Brooke thought. "Fine. Yell then. See if I care." she replied, covering her head with her pillow. She waited. Nothing. Justice wouldn't scream. Brooke was perfectly fine with that and rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.
Brooke taps on her keyboard. The digital clock in the lower right-hand corner of her laptop screen reads ten-thirty pm. She sighs, glancing at the chat box on her meebo bar. No reply. Her chat response still sits unresponded to. It's been a full two hours since she wrote it, and it's still there. She knew the one she had been talking to was still online. The green light was on. Why wouldn't she answer? Brooke's fingers skittered over the keys as she typed:
Where are you? Are toi still on?
She hit enter and closed the meebo window on standby. She waited, sipping her hot chocolate. A dissapointed, surprised expression leaped across her face. The hot chocolat was cold. She put the mug back on the desk, forcing down the gross, cold combination of cacao haricot, fève grounds and spoiled milk. Ew! Nasty! She looked back at the meebo bar. It was motionless. Brooke sighed, "Come'on Milla." she urged, "Where are you?" Still no reply.
"Brooke! Are toi still on that internet?" Brooke's mom asked, poking her head through the doorway. Her graying hair was in rose curlers, making her siluette look like a freaky alien. Brooke sighed, "Just a minute mom." she groaned. Slumping back in her swivel chair defiantly. "NOW Brooke Jillian Meyer!" Her mom snapped. "Your backlight is keeping your little sister up." Brooke looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, her little sister Justice was propped up on the bottom bunk of the bunk lit and was sucking her left thumb. (she's left-handed). Brooke glared at her but Justice didn't see it in the dimly lit bedroom. "I'll give toi one minute to get offline ou else I'm taking away your laptop for a year!" With that her mom slammed the door. Brooke turned back to the laptop. "Please Milla." she begged. "Who Miwwa?" Justice asked, adjusting her position on haut, retour au début of her lumpy farm animal quilt. "Shut up, it's none of your business." Brooke snapped in a loud whisper. "I'll call moma if toi don't tell me." Justice warned with a winning, near-toothless smile. Brooke sighed again. She was silent for a momment, then she stood up, "Milla," she said, slamming her laptop shut, "is a spineless jerk". She stormed over to the bunkbed and not even regarding the ladder, climbed up onto the haut, retour au début bunk. "What does spineless mean?" Justice asked from below. Brooke threw the blanket over her body, "Go to sleep Justice." Brooke grouched. "I'll yell." Justice shrilled.
"No toi won't." Brooke replied with annoyance.
"Yes I will and toi can't stop me." Justice retorted. 'If there were two people I felt like killing right now they'd be..' Brooke thought. "Fine. Yell then. See if I care." she replied, covering her head with her pillow. She waited. Nothing. Justice wouldn't scream. Brooke was perfectly fine with that and rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.
Name: amber
Gender: female
Eye color: light green
Species: penguin
Height: about as tall as kowalski
Weight: that's kindof and impolite question!
DoB: November 9, 1986
DoC: November 9, 2008
Looks: feminine figured (not busty). Skinny-ish. Ponytail always to the left, with a tip dyed blood red. Bangs cover most of her face, except for her beak and right eye.
Backstory: was born into an orphanage, and grew up wih her best friends, kowalski and private. After a long time stranded in a jungle, had a battle with blowhole, blah, blah, blah, got transferred to central park, lala lala la.
In a relationship with: kowalski
Fav music: rap
Fav band: evenescence
Fav song: swimming accueil (evenescence)
Gifted at: science and math
Talents/hobbies: singing, drawing, writing
Fav color: black
Fav genre: horror
Fav book: stone child
Fav movie: the walking dead
PoO: shreive port, LA
Family: brother sister, and parents
BFF: none
Gender: female
Eye color: light green
Species: penguin
Height: about as tall as kowalski
Weight: that's kindof and impolite question!
DoB: November 9, 1986
DoC: November 9, 2008
Looks: feminine figured (not busty). Skinny-ish. Ponytail always to the left, with a tip dyed blood red. Bangs cover most of her face, except for her beak and right eye.
Backstory: was born into an orphanage, and grew up wih her best friends, kowalski and private. After a long time stranded in a jungle, had a battle with blowhole, blah, blah, blah, got transferred to central park, lala lala la.
In a relationship with: kowalski
Fav music: rap
Fav band: evenescence
Fav song: swimming accueil (evenescence)
Gifted at: science and math
Talents/hobbies: singing, drawing, writing
Fav color: black
Fav genre: horror
Fav book: stone child
Fav movie: the walking dead
PoO: shreive port, LA
Family: brother sister, and parents
BFF: none