Not having heard Brooklyn's whispered question, Alex was taken aback by the announcement that she was not only not Richard's girlfriend, but one of his best friends. Surprised even more by the remark that Brooklyn would meet Ruby, at some undisclosed point in the future. She wasn't sure what to do with any of that information.
Brooklyn brightened a little, both at Alex's unspoken response (warm and fizzy, like cotton candy melting on her tongue, sour-sweet surprise) and the name Ruby which was very cool, because it was the name of one of the Crystal Gems. "Brooklyn, can you tell us anything about the bad people?" Alex prodded gently once they'd pulled away from the crumbling abandoned house and were back on more well travelled roads. "Did you hear anything, did you see anyone you could describe...?"
Brooklyn frowned, biting at her lower lip. "Well...I couldn't see them very good in the van. They put a needle in my arm and I went to sleep really fast. I couldn't see them in the house cause they left me in the basement and the door was stuck, but there were a bunch of voices and they were mad. A bunch of them said bad words and yelled a lot. One of them didn't, but he was scarier."
"How?" Alex asked, her tone still set to gently lead her through her story. "What made him scarier?"
"His voice made me feel like spiders on my skin," Brooklyn explained after a few moments of hesitation. Most people didn't like it when she talked about the feelings, so she usually didn't, but she didn't know how else to put it. "When he said things everyone else got really quiet."
"Can you remember anything that they said?"
"A lot of bad words," Brooklyn replied, wrinkling her nose. "I don't say those. They were yelling a lot at the same time. Then, I remember the scary one said, 'You know the a--the a-vuh-kit wanted it done legally' and 'we can't go forward now it's done make the call.' I didn't hear anything else after that. I think they left."
Alex didn't say anything out loud, but her lips most definitely moved over the word that she, at least, had picked up from a child's obvious struggle with an unfamiliar word. The Advocate, was what it sounded like to her.
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Date: 2019-08-05 04:01 am (UTC)Brooklyn brightened a little, both at Alex's unspoken response (warm and fizzy, like cotton candy melting on her tongue, sour-sweet surprise) and the name Ruby which was very cool, because it was the name of one of the Crystal Gems. "Brooklyn, can you tell us anything about the bad people?" Alex prodded gently once they'd pulled away from the crumbling abandoned house and were back on more well travelled roads. "Did you hear anything, did you see anyone you could describe...?"
Brooklyn frowned, biting at her lower lip. "Well...I couldn't see them very good in the van. They put a needle in my arm and I went to sleep really fast. I couldn't see them in the house cause they left me in the basement and the door was stuck, but there were a bunch of voices and they were mad. A bunch of them said bad words and yelled a lot. One of them didn't, but he was scarier."
"How?" Alex asked, her tone still set to gently lead her through her story. "What made him scarier?"
"His voice made me feel like spiders on my skin," Brooklyn explained after a few moments of hesitation. Most people didn't like it when she talked about the feelings, so she usually didn't, but she didn't know how else to put it. "When he said things everyone else got really quiet."
"Can you remember anything that they said?"
"A lot of bad words," Brooklyn replied, wrinkling her nose. "I don't say those. They were yelling a lot at the same time. Then, I remember the scary one said, 'You know the a--the a-vuh-kit wanted it done legally' and 'we can't go forward now it's done make the call.' I didn't hear anything else after that. I think they left."
Alex didn't say anything out loud, but her lips most definitely moved over the word that she, at least, had picked up from a child's obvious struggle with an unfamiliar word. The Advocate, was what it sounded like to her.