It's Brooklyn!-Open-

[Brooklyn]

Brooklyn slammed his head off the table. And again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Was the mantra going through his mind. How could he be so idiotic? He was of course, talking about the present he had gotten Doll. And some other girl had found it and now she was stalking him. He moaned and put his chin on the rough table, reaching up to rub his sore forehead.

"How you gonna get yourself out of this one, Brook?" He asked himself, groaning as he sat up and leaned his chair back. He stretch and then looked at his hands. Two matching tattoos. Two anchors. They represented him living by a river and seeing boats. Real symbolic, right? Brooklyn wore his once white newsie cap on his head, it was at a weird angle as usual. On his right wrist were tons of bracelets. Woven, beaded, all kinds. Girls had given them to him. One for each conquest. His left wrist was bare, reserved for Doll. Once he conquered that mountain, the other bracelets would disappear a.s.a.p.

Brooklyn sighed and shook his head wildly, his cap flopping to the ground. He ran a hand through his brown hair before reaching down and picking up his hat, barely shaking it off before he placed it back on his head. "What are you gonna do, Brook?" He sighed, talking to himself again.

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[Doll]

Walking downstairs from being on the roof, Doll faintly heard someone downstairs. Stopping, hesitating, she listened, and heard Brooklyn's voice, relaxing a bit. It was just Brooklyn, just him. Lately she had been getting pretty paranoid after all that happened. The war with Harlem, getting kidnapped by Ghost, getting back to Brooklyn, getting kidnapped again. Yep, life was good. Lies. Being Spot's girl was tough, but it was nice to be with Spot. He loved her and she loved him, hell they were getting married very, very soon. At least, she hoped so. What if he said no? Well...

That wouldnt happen. It couldnt. After all, he proposed to her, not the other way around. Besides... he wouldn't say no, right? Walking over to where Brooklyn was, she sat across from him, "Hey Brook, what's up with you? Who's heart did you break this time?" It was pretty well known to Doll that he was a player, she knew all about her birds, so that way she could talk to them about things they liked. Like with Tick, you talked gossip, with Bear you talked anything, that was all there was too it. Well, yea.

Life was just like that.

[Brooklyn]

Brooklyn had not been paying attention. He was reading his lastest tattoo. It was across his left wrist and read, 'Brooklyn'. Good in case he died or anything. Which seeing as Spot could almost read minds, he might very soon. Brooklyn jumped at the voice and stood, sweeping his hat off politely. "D-Doll!" He said in surprise. "Hey..." He said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's up? You want a report? Because I was out late last night and didn't get in until a couple hours ago. Haven't slept since." He grinned sheepishly.

"But hey, I'm sure I can drum something up." He tapped his forehead. Then he stopped and looked at her. "Um... Just some Brooklyn girl. She... uh... got the wrong idea and I don't know how to get her off my back, you know?" He asked, "Or then again, maybe you don't... You've been with Spot a long time, probably never even looked at another boy." He frowned but then smiled.

"I do have a report!" He crowed, excited. "Um... No, never mind. I don't think you want to know Medda's showgirls schedules, do you?" He laughed. "No, maybe I'll save that one for Spot, right?" He joked. Kind of. "How are you two doing? See you're back from being kidnapped..." He said half-heartedly. "Good thing, too... Spot was on a rampage. Very scary. Worse then the time Goat chewed on his cane." He grinned.

"Fun times." He sighed wistfully. "Fun times. Good times too." He chuckled.

[Doll]

Listening to Brooklyn, she let him ramble on, nodding her head occassionally. It seemed that Brooklyn could talk a lot. When he was finally done, she said, "I figured Spot would be on a rampage. And eh, you dont have to report yet, I prefer to get reports more at the end of the day, that way it's easier for me to get all the reports done at the same time. So, you got a current goil yet? One that actually can last longer than a week? Or am I gonna have to keep meeting a different goil each time?"

Brooklyn to her was a bit of a brother, she could joke about that stuff to him. It was easy to joke about that stuff to him. Doll looked around again, then leaned back in her chair, setting her feet on the table and crossing her legs. Crossing her arms, she eyed Brooklyn, "Somethin' eatin' at you? Is it that goil? I'll beat her up if ya want." Doll was protective of her birds, that was a definite, so beating someone up for one of them was quite easy to do, really. Not a lot of people would do that, god knows Spot would.