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Chapter 2

Brooke surveyed the beach with faintly concealed interest, her dark brown eyes trailing over the plastic pink paradise analytically. She glanced toward the two band members standing only a few feet away from her. She smiled at them, and seeing that they wouldnt respond, Brooke shrugged and walked past them toward the entrance of the Plastic Beach mansion. She went up the stairs, grinning at the pelican and seagull as she passed them and eagerly punched the button that summoned the lift.

"The lift, boss! The lift!" She whirled around as she heard this and chuckled as her gaze landed on the short man, Tattoo.

"Hey, Tattoo. Whats up?" she asked him. He didnt really seem to notice her question as he turned his head to 2D and Noodle, who had gone after the young girl after being snapped out of their trances when they realized that she was no longer in front of them. Brooke opened her mouth to speak when the lift doors opened noisily.

The young girl gasped and ran over to the inside, pressing the button for the Study Room. She started humming the tune for the song 'Face To Face' by Daft Punk as the lift moved upwards, impatience making her jump around on the balls of her heels. The lift doors opened slowly and she jumped out, turning in a circle to look around the room until her eyes fell onto the squid sitting on the wooden desk.

"Ooooh!" She ran over and crouched so she was at eye level with the creature. Brooke raised her hand and stuck out a finger; poking the squid and making it squirt out the ink and stain the desk.

"Hey, Noods, is that y-," Russel paused at the bottom of the stairs leading out of the Study and onto the patio.(I dont remember if that was the name of that place I cant go to, I havent been to Plastic Beach in long time.) The two stared at each other from across the room for several drawn out seconds before Brooke decided to speak.

"Russel?" The young girl just stood there, her body still facing the desk with her head turned at a strange angle.

Russel stood, just as confused, but when the shock slowly started to dissipate, he opened his mouth to ask where she had come from and how she got there but no words came out.

Then, suddenly, she turned her body around and ran over to hug Russel's arm for a brief second, then running over to the bookcase behind them the next.

"Old Man must be in here," Brooke thought, a small spark of annoyance igniting in her chest at the thought of Murdoc. Murdoc, who had hurt 2D both physically and psychologically, he who replaced both Noodle and Russel for a robot and a drum machine, and also built that damned heap of metal he called a Cyborg. She let out a sigh, a glare on her face, and turned around, spreading a grin on her face as Russel raised an eyebrow at her glare and simply said: "I'm going to look for... That talking pelican... Bird... Thing." She shuffled out of room hurriedly, hoping to stumble into someone, anyone, and hopefully keep these thoughts out of her head.

If her past experiences taught her anything, it was that her thoughts could only go from annoying to angry, and from angry to murderous. And murderous thoughts could only lead to bad actions, all of which she knew she would regret later.