Who: Brooke Maddox and Open What: Unable to sleep and trying to find something better to do with her time. Where: Somewhere in town. When: Late Tuesday evening/early Wednesday morning. Warnings: Possible talks of death but low to medium most likely. Will update as it changes. Status: Open, In progress.
Brooke couldn’t believe her father had been gone for over a year. It was something she tried to get out of her head, which was easier said than done. But with her birthday here, and the worry about the dome sending her back home once again, it brought the memories of the last trip crashing to the forefront of her brain. So much so that she kept waking up in the middle of the night from a recurring Ghostface nightmare. The idea of texting one of her hookups had crossed her mind, especially when it wasn’t that late. Cursing at the time, considering she had gone to bed early since tomorrow was her one early class. It was the only time she found herself in bed before one in the morning. There was no way any of her hookups were asleep when it was still considered early unless you were like her, who had an 8 a.m. class. Hey, she could be responsible sometimes! Ignoring the lack of sleep or the thoughts bouncing around in her head, Brooke decided to focus on the remainder of her birthday planning.
Kicking off her covers, she sat up in her bed and grabbed her birthday notebook to see if there was anything left for her mind to focus on. Other than a few details that were better suited closer to the day, Brooke had nothing left to really figure out. Groaning, she glanced over at the clock again before changing out of what she wore to bed. There was no way she was going outside in this. Not because she was shy, since that was laughable, but because it was just a bit too cold for very short shorts and a tank top. Tossing on clothes that were better suited for the cold night, she left the house.
Brooke had no place in mind other than walking and hoping it would get her tired so she could get a few more hours of sleep. The images from her nightmares were being pushed aside to deal with at a later time when she wasn’t trying to get some sleep, or at least she was trying to push them to the side. This town right now was reminding her why she wanted to head to New York so badly after high school in her world. No matter the hour, she’d always find something to do. This was like back home, where it was more likely you’d find nothing to do. Taking a seat on a bench, she slid down a bit on the bench, watching people slowly making their way home after a night out. "This place needs more things to do at night," she mumbled to herself. Well, at least more things to do when she didn’t want to hit up the club or bar.