19 October 2010 @ 07:31 am
[Video ]  
[Claudia peers into the screen, her eyebrows furrowing a bit as she messes with her notebook. After a few moments, she stops, looking rather pleased with herself.]

So, there's a dude here now that looks just like Dean. How the heck are we suppose to tell them apart??

[She pauses, and grins brightly.]

I've come up with the best idea eveeeeeeeeeer. One of them should just totally run around shirtless.... ALL the time.

[Hey, to her it was an awesome idea. Hot shirtless dude? Who was really going to complain???]
 
 
18 October 2010 @ 09:59 pm
1//accidental video//bedroom  
[There’s a long moment between showing up in the house and Tom pulling lurking across the screen. The journals seem to flip on with new arrivals as if to alert the rest of the house to them being there, so Tom doesn't know, but the entire network can see him packing around the room. Stunned, white as a sheet, and about ten seconds from a grade-A freak out. Finally, he speaks, the voice masculine but hushed from where he sits close by at the foot of his bed; as if he’s afraid someone might overhear.]

This is insane. [He mutters to himself, hands cradling his head.]

Where the fuck am I…
 
 
30 August 2010 @ 09:28 pm
004. [video | action] | There's no place like home, there's no place like home.  
[ The feed clicks on to show the landing, empty save for the furniture. For a few minutes, that's all there is; a bare room, practically devoid of life.

Then, as if out of nowhere, four people come crashing onto the floor, as if out of thin air. It takes a moment, but eventually Brooke sits up, rubbing her head a little. Her clothes are a little worse for the wear - dirty, torn in a few spots - and her hair's a mess, but otherwise she looks okay.

The other three beside her are Cas, Max and Rose.

Brooke groans softly and stretches one arm across her chest, her other hand tugging at her elbow to pull it farther. Then she glances around, a disappointed look coming to her face. ]


This is so not what I was thinking of when I said "There's no place like home."








ooc: backdated to after the book plot. it was taking a little too long to get through the entire thing, so rose-mun and i decided to just say that brooke had attempted to contact someone in the house (specifically sam, like rose told her) through the crystal ball, but it's entirely up to andi if he heard or not. or anyone else. we also decided that brooke didn't realize they heard her, or wasn't sure if they could/would help, so they just completed the story. if you have questions/concerns/whatever, let me know. otherwise, threadhop away.
 
 
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25 July 2010 @ 05:20 pm
003. [voice] | and i'll gather the troops if you gather the arsenal  
Hi, everyone. [ Awkward pause. ] I'm Brooke. Most of you don't know me, but Sam asked me to try to gather everyone up. So if you could all meet us in the Common Room on the second floor, that'd be great.

Oh, and grab the fire pokers from your rooms.
 
 
Current Mood: anxious
 
 
21 July 2010 @ 12:13 pm
002. [accidental voice] | a dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep  
[ There's a cry of agony and then nothing, aside from Brooke's heavy breathing. Then there's the sound of sheets being kicked off frantically. ]

It was just a dream. [ Her voice is shaky and muffled, and she obviously doesn't believe her own words. ] It was just a dream.

[ She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, then there's the sound of paper faintly crinkling. She's mumbling to herself, but as she reads more from the paper, her voice gains volume. ] ...falling of the gloom, the red fire paints the empty room: and warmly on the roof it looks, and flickers-- [ She falls silent mid-sentence. ]




ooc: set directly after her lovely nightmare.
 
 
Current Mood: stressed
 
 
14 July 2010 @ 05:50 pm
001. [action] | welcome to 18, brooke; you really made a mess of it.  
[ Brooke wakes up slowly and stretches, surprised at how comfortable the bed is. When she opens her eyes, however, and finally looks around, she realizes that this isn't her and Rachel's bedroom. Nor is this her bed.

She's used to the feeling of waking up and not knowing where she is, though it hasn't happened to her in quite some time. She sits up slowly and looks around. The memories of the night before - of her eighteenth birthday - are crystal clear and she knows that she didn't stay the night anywhere.

After kicking the blankets back, she gets up and goes straight for the desk. There's no phone, but there are two keys; one is labeled with 107 and looks like a skeleton key. The other barely even looks like a key and doesn't have a label.

Even though she's dressed in a pair of loose pink shorts and white tank top, she grabs the keys and walks out into the hallway. She pauses and looks around, trying to get her bearings, but nothing about this place is familiar. ]


This is just fan-freaking-tastic. [ She's silent for a beat, then speaks a little louder. ] Hello? Anyone?
 
 
Current Mood: uncomfortable