The new haunt.
"BROOK! Don't let go!" A voice shouts out in the darkness, Brook can feel a sweaty hand in hers, holding on as tightly as she possibly could. "I can't! I am not strong enough!" Brook cries out, grasping her other hand on the sweaty hand attached to the voice. "Yes you can! Just hold on a little longer! Please!" The voice pleads with Brook, whoever she was, she was frightened.
Brook's breathing became erratic, her body shook with a panic she was never known before. What happens if she lets go? The weight of the other person's body, starts to wear down on Brook. She really doesn't know if she can hold on any longer. "Climb up!" Brook exclaims, thinking her arm could be used as a climbing device for whoever was holding onto her. "I can't! I am slipping!" The woman's voice yells. "BROOK!!" She screams but Brook isn't able to hold on, the slippery hand falling from her hands, the finger tips clenching on as long as they could until they weren't able to anymore.
"No!!" Brook shouts, a flash of light fills the darkness for only a moment, for Brook to see who was falling from her grasps... It was herself.
Brook shot up out of her bed, sweat beading from her forehead, as she panted heavily. "Trippy." She mutters as her eyes were wide and wild from the nightmare she just had, but soon the shock of it all wore down. She turned her body and rose from her sleeping bag, stretching out her arms, she had been having a lot of strange dreams, perhaps traveling was finally starting to take its toll on her, maybe she needed to finally just settle down in a place for awhile.
The sewer pipes hissed as water dripped down from them, the steam kept the lower levels humid and warm, she thought about stories she had heard about the Amazon Rain forest, the air in the sewers couldn't be much different. Thick and heavy, blanketing everything that it touched. She moved her way over to a valve and turned it slowly, watching the water pour out in a small steady stream. She cupped her hands and let the water pool into her palms before splashing it in her face. The cold water felt good across her skin, her bare toes wiggled in the excess water on the concrete floor, cold water on freezing concrete, it was simple things like this that mad Brook content.
She wiped off her face with her t-shirt, the article of clothing was worn for wear, nearly falling apart, but she didn't care. Who was she trying to impress? No one, so buying pretty things seemed like a waste of time and waste of the small amount of cash she did have on her. Like Yui used to say "Material wealth can't bring happiness, it can only bring trouble." She remembered his words as she looked at her shirt, and gave a small smile before tossing it onto her sleeping bag. He was right after all, most wars were caused by two things; love and greed, and she didn't need either of them.
She yawns while scratching herself, she wondered what there was to do in this city, she would have to go exploring soon, find new haunts and places where she could feed. Though hunting for humans' was not on the menu. She gave up that long ago, she swore to never touch human blood again, so either she would have to get in good with the local butchers or she would have to design rat traps. Mmm Rat Ala Mode. She smacked her lips, it wasn't the most tasty stuff out there, but what the hell.
She scrounged around for her jeans, which too were only holding together by mere threads, but she was thankful the crotch and ass of the pants were still in good condition. Nothing like having a big gapping hole in yer britches. She slid on her pants and buttoned them up, before walking back to the water valve and wetting down her bright pink hair. Hot showers were overrated, but damn she would kill for one.
She lifted her arm and smelt herself, before making a face. "Ew." She then shrugs, meh, she would pick up something later to make herself smell somewhat less stingy. She runs her fingers through her hair and messes it up a bit, before putting on her shirt and then her leather jacket. She kind of missed her old jean jacket, but Yui threw that out, he couldn't stand the sight of it, she was certain he was just jealous of her class. After all, she did put the ass in classy.
She pulled her small MP3 player from her pocket and put in the earbuds into her her ears and turned it on. What was she in the mood for today? Soundgarden worked for now. Something to set her mood for the night, she slid her hands into her pockets and started to meander away from her little haven. Fuck. This was not working, Black Hole Sun was just depressing. She didn't want to be depressed, she sighed and started to scan through her music list, "There we go.." She smiles as she listens to Powerman 5000 - Nobodies Real. Not as depressing.
Her free hand taps on her thigh as she walks down the tunnels of the sewers, her head swaying to the beat of the music, as the wet locks slap across her face. It wasn't like anyone could see her, she could be as strange as she wanted to be, and lord knows Brook was strange. She jumped onto a pipe and scaled it, as she sang along as long and off key as she could, it was good being her at times, she didn't have to worry about keeping up appearances or sullying her reputation, because honestly Brook didn't care about those things. Whoopee. She tapped her feet on the lead pipes, as she went across them, just being the huge child she actually was.
Brook wasn't very mature, she had to grow up too fast when she was younger, and now with all the freedom in the world, she didn't see why she had to be all grown up. Just because she was a vampire didn't mean she had to be a damn salty vagina like some of them or be nearly as emo. From what she has seen of others from a distance, she really wondered if they slit their wrists for fun, it was like a walking Anne Rice novel. Blech.
She jumps down from the pipes, once the music changes to something a bit harder. As much as she liked Spider, she liked his brother way better. Rob Zombie held the key to her heart.. well him and next in line was a toss up between James Marsters and Billy Idol. As we covered before Brook was strange, and she really wasn't ashamed of this.
She took a deep breath, ah the smell of rotten sewage and garbage, nothing like it. It was the smell of home to her, she could probably find a job and have a decent studio apartment, but why should she? That would just mean entering a system and be nothing more than a wage slave monkey, giving up her total freedom of doing whatever the hell she wanted too.
When she comes to a storm drain, her head peeks into it peering out of the bars and looks around at the ruckus of the city. Cars driving by, the sounds of people living in their own little worlds, sometimes Brook wished she could be just be a fly on someone else's wall and observer their universe, but then she thinks about how boring that actually might be. She slips back into the dark cover of the sewer, she needed to learn these tunnels a little better, and the best way to do that is at the library. Now the only concern was, was finding a library and one that would be open to suit her schedule. The only real down fall of being a vampire, missing out on public services.
She follows the tunnels until she found a manhole that would lead her up, out and hopefully somewhere where no one would see her. She wasn't wearing a hard hat, so posing as a tunnel worker would not work that entirely great unless this town was filled with dumbasses. She climbed the slippery ladder all the way to the top and pushed the manhole cover out of her way... The fresh air hit her face, blowing some of the loose strands of her pink hair. She climbed the rest of the way out, looking around her slowly, the cliché of cliché's, she was in an alley. Well, guess she doesn't have to worry to much, if a bum would see her, he would probably wonder if she found his secret stash of priceless junk. She pushes the manhole cover back over the hole and slides a hand in her pocket, first night and she was doing okay. Nothing weird, nothing out trying to kill her, if it kept up like this... It would be pretty fucking boring.