There's Always Two Sides {Matt, Vy, & Brookie}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce
District: Two
Age: Eighteen
Company: Brooklyn

Week two is even more worse then the first. With the comfort of knowing Kyanite's checking up on Brooklyn, Vy was hoping that this was going to be a lot easier. It's not though. Least she has security in the fact that the little one's certainly being taken care of, but that doesn't erase the void of not seeing her sparkling chubby face. As soon as classes are over she's the first out the door to get home, not like she's distracted by friends on the other days. Still today holds extra speed as she dying to be with the only good thing in her life. A break for all of the bickering and fighting is exactly what she needs. This weekend will be all about that two year old, with no interference from any stupidity that annoys her throughout the week.

"Hi baby girl!" Instantly everything that had been upsetting Vy throughout the week vanishes as all she's able to concentrate on is the adorable little rugrat. Just like always she's greeted with a few Mamas, and a hug that nearly tackles her over, before she's even able to take more then a step inside. She scoops the little one up and snuggles her close. If she could she wouldn't let go for an hour, but of course that wicked woman's voice fills the house.

"Get kicked out of the academy yet?" What a greeting Brittany has as she repeats the same question she asked sometime last weekend. Of course she's so keen on making sure her daughter isn't successful in anything aside from being a career, just like everyone else. The young grandmother leans against the open doorway that connects the entrance room to the living room. How kind she actually decided to move instead of having Vy search around the house with the worry Brooklyn was left alone. Guess with the help Brittany has a little bit more energy.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no." A smirk grows upon Vy's lips as she ignore her mother's comment. When she was younger they used to destroy her, but now Brittany's hardly able to effect her mentally or physically. The tables have turned, though Vy doesn't use her power quite the same, and Brittany still believes she's in full control.

So clearly today's yet another day of staying out of the house in order to actually enjoy her time with Brooklyn. It's really the last thing she wants to do as it risks exposure, but oh well. Priorities come first, and keeping the little one away from Brittany as much as possible is number one. "Really, which Keeper finds you attractive enough to sleep with & keep around?" Must really be getting to Brittany that her daughter lasted in the academy longer then she could. Not Vy's fault her attitude's even worse.

"You really need to start working on your insults mom, you're getting rusty" A couple of years ago when Vy was one to sleep around that comment would probably of gotten to her. She'd attack Brittany, and they'd get into yet another physical fight. Now though, with the little one on her rip and a little bit of maturity, she's learned to ignore them and laugh. "Me & Brookie are going off, we'll see you later." As always Brooklyn's tiny bag of essentials hang by the door, and with that Vy's off with the only thing that matters to her. Of course a few pointless insults follow her on the way out, but as always they go in one ear and out the other.

"Ice ceam." As soon as the small eyes land upon the colorful truck Brooklyn's petite finger is pointing to it as she attempts to pronounce her desire.

"Before dinner?" Vy questions with a raised eyebrow as she looks down at the little one that takes three steps to her one, and can clutch only two of her fingers with her entire baby hand. A giggle escapes as Brooklyn continues to point, her chubby face peering up at her mother. "You're lucky your cute." Usually Vy's a little more strict, but with the lack of seeing the little joy it's hard to deny her anything. They didn't really have a direction before as she was just going anywhere aside from the house, now they hold a location though.

[Jack Lexington]

I"m so hungry, so freakin hungry and there"s nothing in the fridge at home.
"Thanks, dad." I mutter to myself while my father is out and about with a friend. I can"t blame him for that but I can blame him for leaving me with nothing to eat. Now I have to go out when I could be laying in bed relaxing.

A little grumpy I grab my bike from the shed and start cycling down the road towards town. I haven|t decided whether I should eat out or buy something to fill the void in our fridge. Just in case I brought my backpack.

The day is nice and sunny so being outside actually makes me feel better. If only my stomach wasn"t grumbling so loud.



At the store I buy some milk, cold cuts, cheese, bread rolls, meat and vegetables. The first roll with cheese is in my hand before I even leave the store. Iwash the 'sandwhich' down with some milk and wipe it from my mouth with the back of my hand while I step outside and let the sun shine on my face for a bit.
This is nice. Finally a day off with nobody barking commands at me and nowhere to go but where I please.

The bell of an ice cream van rings out down the road. Ice cream would be a nice filler for the rest of the hole in my stomach. So I out my filled backpack on my back and roll down to the van where a few families have lined up.
Patiently I stand in line after leaning my bike on one of the maple trees lining the street when I notice a woman ahead in the line who looks awefully familiar...so familiar that it makes me want to skip the ice cream.
What catches my interest is that she"s got a little curly headed girl by her side.
The line moves ahead and I decide to stay.

Once they got their scoop I finally lock eyes with her and nod. "Vy."
Then I look at the girl, who can't be older than three...then again what do I know about kids.
I'm torn between looking away, a smrat remark and actually attempting to be friendly.
"Is the ice cream worth standing in line for?" Make it number three today.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The direction towards the ice cream truck alone informs Brooklyn that she's getting her way as she often does. Giggles and a skip of excitement follows in the short journey to get into line. Parents much older then Vy and kids of all ages occupy the wait, which surprisingly relaxes Vy to not run into anyone she knows. As easy as it is to pass off as sisters, she'd rather just enjoy her day. Plus the little bundle of joy tends to alter her personality a tad, something no one needs to witness. There's no friends to run into, just plenty of enemies. Nothing but the weird looks from other moms as Vy hardly fits the stereotype of even a sweet sister. The combination of her and the cute toddler must be odd.

"What kind today Brookie?" The little one's pulled up to Vy's hip so that she can point to her choosing. As if it'll be any different the little finger gestures to the typical plain strawberry ice cream. "Of course." A sincere smile graces Vy's face for a change. Just like her mother, always sticking to the same flavor. During the pregnancy she could eat an entire gallon. Now she's back to the training diet, which doesn't include sugar. "Just a scoop of strawberry please." She orders and denies the cone because Brooklyn will get messy enough with just the cup. The little one's set down for the exchange of money for the treat and is jumping repetitively with excitement.

Bending at the knees still brings a horrible pain and small crack but Vy's able to tolerate by now. She gets down to Brooklyn's height and more giggles erupt from the rugrat. "Say please?" Vy asks, her voice much different from how it usually sounds. Anything directed to Brooklyn is automatically in a kind tone. An attempt arrives with a pease as the little one reaches for the ice cream. This was the last thing Vy was ever taught as Brittany only focused on training, even at this age, but Brooklyn will be raised much different. "What about a thank you?" But Brooklyn's already indulging in the sweet, least she's learned how to use a spoon kind of. "We'll work on it." Vy laughs with a slight shake of her head as she returns back to her height.

The last person that she wants to encounter, aside from Brittany, catches her eyes. Damn it. "Matthew." Vy follows the way he's starting their conversation with establishing each other's name. Even if Brooklyn tends to turn enemies into friends as she did with Kyanite, Matthew's a much different story. Knowledge of how much she cares for a toddler will only give him more material for their fights. Instead of a witty remark as she's expecting, he questions about the ice cream instead.

"Hi!" Brooklyn's not able to pause to say thank you, but greeting someone deserves a small break from her treat. Why does she have to be such a social butterfly? With the spoon in her hand she gives a sort of wave as she peers up at someone extremely tall. Nothing tends to intimidate her though and she returns back to her food.

"I'd say ask her but I don't think you'll be getting another word until that cup's finished." Vy jokes but goes with the friendly conversation. This is certainly different. Maybe they're both appropriate enough to know not to start stuff around a bunch of kids. There's still a couple of weeks left in the academy, they'll have plenty of time to do it there. Why not play nice for a little? "Didn't really take you as the sweets type Dunham." That's a harmless joke right? It's hard not to relate back to the academy as that's where they spend most of their days now.

[Jack Lexington]

While I'm standing there with my hands in the pockets of my baggy jeans I look down at the small girl and her cup of ice cream. She must be the kid from the picture that my room mate pinned on the ceiling above her bed. She looks a lot like her too.
"Hi." I greet her back not overly childish because I hate it when people do that.
Vy doesn"t look pleased to see me. No surprise there.
"I'd say ask her but I don't think you'll be getting another word until that cup's finished."
"I guess that means it"s good." I reply for a lack of better things to say.
The blonde seems not as smart as usually, maybe a sunny day out does her some good.
"Didn't really take you as the sweets type Dunham." She remarks. What"s that supposed to mean? Like I"m only allowed to eat steak and potatoes?
"I've already hunted a bear today. Was good." I joke around and forget that it might scare the kid so I quickly add.
"There are a lot of things you'll never know about me." I"m not keen on sharing my personal life with her.
"But yeah. I like ice cream. Strawberry." It's true. It's my favorite kind.
I cross my arms in front of my chest as the line moves ahead and it is my turn.
"Three scoops of strawberry, please."
Mine comes in a waffle.

When I turn around Vy and the kid are still there. So I tell her. "She looks just like you...smaller, much cuter version of you. What"s her name again?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Probably." Vy gives a light laugh to Matthew's estimate that it's good judging by how Brooklyn's consuming it. It's weird to be friendly with him, but surprisingly relieving to hear he's not all rude comments. The comedy still continues which is nice as a joke over already hunting a bear follows. It even deserves another chuckle though and a slight eye-roll as well. "Oh of course, I'm sure." Guess even the toughest career can even have a sweet tooth. Seems logical though as no one would picture a toddler upon her hip while she's fighting in the ring. Not quite the same, but a metaphor in a way.

The conversation shifts a little as Matthew mentions that there's a lot Vy will never know about him. That's a little off topic, but she can certainly relate to that as her gaze travels down to the little one. Hopefully there's lots he'll never know to. "Like hunting? Secretive boy." Vy teases a little with another eye-roll cause she's not quite sure where that came from. They return back to the topic of ice cream though, and funny enough he expresses having the same favorite as Brooklyn and Vy without realizing it.

"Huh. That's her favorite to." From looking up at Matthew her eyes return back down to the little one as to gesture to who she's talking about. Might as well compare Matthew to the little one, see how he takes it. No need in adding that they all share the same preference. With that he goes off into the line and Vy carries Brooklyn over to a small bench only a few feet away. The little one can hardly walk, let alone multitask and indulge in her ice cream while traveling to a seat.

Surprisingly Matthew doesn't run off at the first chance he gets, or maybe he just doesn't want to be completely rude by walking right past them. A comment and pause in his step even occurs as she mentions Vy & Brooklyn's resemblance to one another. Of course he adds how the little one is cuter, but Vy couldn't agree more to that one. It's still a compliment to think she even holds a few similarities to the adorable little being. "Thanks, it's Brooklyn." The sound of the little one's name has her take another short pause as she gives another wave and a giggle though her mouth is still partly filled with melting sweets. Good thing Vy grabbed a stack of napkins.

That's acting like her mother by far, and Vy's quickly thinking of ways to change that. "Guess our slut of a mother holds strong genes and found a cute guy the second round." Perfect, elaborate on how they're siblings. She did make a slight error with the naughty word. "No repeating me." She turns her attention to Brooklyn for a second as she tries to clarify what's right and wrong to say to a two year old. Even with how hard she tries to be a better mother then her's, slip ups occur often.

"More Mama." Brooklyn holds up her empty cup and makes convincing Matthew of the story even more difficult.

"Nope, another scoop and then you won't eat dinner." Concentrating on the Mama part will be too obvious, so Vy directs the other part instead. A small pout arrives but luckily she's saved from a full out tantrum. "What can I say, she's confused." Vy shrugs off the title, figuring the lack of concern over it will fade it away. Two year olds make those mistakes all the time. With nothing left to make Brooklyn a mess, she attempts to clean up the grumpy little face.

[Jack Lexington]

It's a really nice day so I decide to stay out here in the sun for a bit. I can't ride my bike with a backpack and ice cream in my hand anyway. At least it wouldn't be enjoyable and a mountain of strawberry ice cream deserves a moment. So I stop and lick while looking over at the two girls on the bench.
"Brooklyn, right. I'm Matt." I tell the girl.
The ice cream is deliciously melting in my mouth and because I'm so hungry I gobble it up like nothing else.

"Guess our slut of a mother holds strong genes and found a cute guy the second round."
It's aweful to hear her talk about her mom like that but who am I to say anything. I've called girls worse so I don't say anything. So same mom, different dads.
The girl is eating so slowly that I've finished a whole scoop before she's half way through her cup.

I raise my face to let the sun shine down on my pale winter skin for a bit and continue to eat my ice cream.
For some reason Vy didn't have any. Maybe worried about her figure like most girls.

"More Mama." I hear when Brooklyn finsihes her ice cream.
Did she just call Vy, mama?
her eyes are fixed on Vy so she must mean her. I'm truly confused because my room mate told me she's her sister and here little sis is calling her mom. That's something kids don't get confused, right?
"Nope, another scoop and then you won't eat dinner."
She DOES sound like a mother, too.
As I'm starting to raise my brow Vy tries to mend things by telling me.
"What can I say, she's confused."
I'm not buying that one second. I think this is her daughter but for some reason Vy doesn't want me to know.
So I ask the little girl. "Is this your mom or your sister, Brooklyn?"
My eyes wander back to the older blonde while I eat up the rest of my ice cream.
Then I offer the girl a hand. "C'mon, I'll buy you another one." But before she gets up I confirm with Vy. "If that's alright with you."
I'm not sure why but today si a good day...plus the line up is gone now.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

A curious look is upon Matthew's face as Vy's eyes travel back to his expression. It's clear she's going to have to work a lot harder to nail down this story. Just over one little word Brooklyn had to slip. By the looks of it he's not even a little kids sort of guy with how he hardly notices the rugrat. Not that Vy cares. How would he know about what mistakes toddlers frequently make anyways? Maybe he's just searching for more things to use against her. Least it's not set in stone yet, and she still has a chance of convincing him that they're only siblings. After all he's questions the two year old, and as much as she may understand she's still young.

"Van." Brooklyn points to Vy and attempts to pronounce her real name. As much as one is needed she resists a sigh of relieve. She's never been grateful for something her mother does aside from now on account they only call each other by their actual names. And as ugly as Vanity sounds, right now half of it is much better then being called mom. As much as she loves the tittle, now is not the time.

Hiding emotions is easy for Vy as she often just keeps a cold or smiley expression. Such an now for instances as she knows better then to not have concern on her face. "See confused." She's considered a situation over like this before, ways someone would really react to being called the mother of her sister. It was a bit difficult, but in the long run she's settled with playing it cool and passing it off. Matthew seems to have other plans though. Just a small hint of worry reflects in her eyes as the rest of her face could careless.

"Ice cream for dinner, why not." That's what a big sister would say after all, even if Vy's contradicting something she just said seconds before. As if bribery's going to make a toddler understand his question better. Plus seeing Matthew deal with her sounds very entertaining even if only for a minute. Not even a small budge comes from Vy after she gives him permission. Of course the little one on the other hand has jumped to her feet, taking full advantage of the hand she's been given as she pulls away with her tiny grasp. The word ice cream from her mother is hint enough that she's actually managed to get what she wants twice in a row.

[Jack Lexington]

"Van."The girl says. Not mom, not Vy. A little confused I look at my room mate raising my brow some more. "What is your real name, cadet Prize?" I wonder. Vy can't be all of it.

As soon a I reach out my hand the small girl reaches her tiny fingers around my index finger...the one without any feeling and pulls on it.I follow her lead and look down on her tiny hand. 'Man, your fingers are small." I comment a little mesmerized as we make our way over to the colorful van with large cones of delicious sparkling ice cream on its side.



She's so small that she can't even see over the glass on the rim of the open window so I reach down wondering how breakable a small girl can be.
"I'll lift you up." I warn her and then place my large hands on her side to lift her. Now what to do with her. Because I can't possibly hold her for long like this I lift my right knee and sit her down on it.
"Now you cn order." Can she even speak properly?

I've had enough so I wait for Broklyn to say something and cast a glance back at her sister....supposedly...or mom. Haven't decided what to beleive.
"Do you want one as well...or are you watching your colories?" I wink at her.

From afar one could almost think we're a family. Who would think that only days go we're kicking each others butts and tring to make each others lifes a living hell.

The little girl just smears her fingers allover the van so I order. "She wants another scoop of strawberry, I think. Right, Brooklyn?"
The curls fly when she nods and receives her ice cream so I set her down and pay.

Then I return to the bench and sit down next to Vy. "Now tell me the truth, mom..."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

For some reason Matthew is just pushing for more information. Judging by the fact that they're far from being friends, Vy assumes this intel isn't to be used in her benefit but his. Now he's even asking for her real name, and though he'll get that before she'll admit to Brooklyn being her kid, he's going to be sadly disappointed. A short chill runs down her back at the smallest picture of him using her stupid name against her. "The little one blew it for me. It's Van Pryce, Sir." Might as well joke around as if they're still in the academy. Anything to get of the topic of who's Brooklyn's real mom. "Brittany's not all that creative." So she's missing a few letters to the end of her name, not like she hasn't lied countless times before. The second part isn't even a lie as Vanity's the furthest from being a creative name.

Surprisingly Vy's finds herself perfectly comfortable with watching the two go off. Maybe it's because it's only a couple of yards away, or the fact that it'll take the sickest of people to harm a child. Even if Matthew's a pain there's a certain instinct he won't be doing anything purposely mean or harmful towards the toddler. Sure they have a rift, but Brooklyn has nothing to do with that. By the way they're keeping it decently friend they've both established that compromise apparently. The only small concern would be his clear lack of knowledge towards such an age, but Vy's far from the best mom and had to learn herself to.

Even the way Matthew lifts up the rugrat appears awkward and has Vy cracking up from afar. It looks as if he's hoping that Brooklyn will give her own order. Probably in a year she'll be capable of doing that, but then it'll be dangerous to put such responsibility in a youngster. She'll be ordering five scoops as soon as she has the chance. As soon as Matt turns around, Vy halts to giggles and settles for just a smirk she's unable to keep away. "I'm good, thanks." She replies with a small shake of the head because she's going to ignore the calories part. Clearly she's the last female to care about fitting into a dress or some stupid thing like that.

"Berry." Is all Brooklyn's able to give for information as she's not even quite sure on what Matthew's asking her. The young blue eyes even stay locked upon his, not understanding the fact that ordering requires looking at the person in the truck. Once he relays back his prediction and follows with a question on whether he's right, she's able to comprehend greatly. An excited nod and giant smile answers that one.

A new thing is learned as Brooklyn actually takes a break from the ice cream to scurry after Matthew back to the bench. Maybe it was the sense that he was truly going back to sit with or without her that brought her along, because Vy's tried that a million times and the little one doesn't budge. As soon as she's sitting the ice cream's being devoured once again. "Now tell me the truth, mom..." The way Matthew says that title brings an unwanted feeling. Still she manages to keep her face exactly the same as before, hoping for the last chance of getting out of this one. It's not so much the truth anymore as it is who will be receiving it. If Jeran's not going to live down one night of hanging out with Vy, she's not going to be able to live having a kid down either.

"You think buying her ice cream gets you the truth?" Vy questions as she forces herself to return back to her own ways. Honestly fear of keeping this hidden is controlling her for a change. "Well sorry to of wasted your money, but there's no juicy gossip for you today."

[Jack Lexington]

Vy declines a scoop of ice cream but I can see that smile plastered on her face. Either she finds me very cute with a kid, which I doubt, or she's amused by my lack of kid knowledge.

The kids runs away to her mom with her treasure in hand. When I sit down next to my 'enemy' she refuses to tell me the truth about her relationship to the girl.
"You think buying her ice cream gets you the truth? Well sorry to of wasted your money, but there's no juicy gossip for you today."
"But there is a truth that you're not willing to share." I wink at her and then watch the girl eat. She's pretty slow now, probably full.
"How old is she...2? And you 18 or so? That would mean you got busy real early." I conclude to myself. "Or your mother very late."
If I think about myself I could be a father by now and not even know about it. It wouldn't surprise me if I think about the way I treated most girls I was with so far.
The idea of me being a father is so unlikely and strange to me that I can only laugh it of.
"So what else are you two up to on your weekend off?"
I doubt she'll tell me a lot but I can at least try to make conversation with her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

So Matthew's not as naive as he appears because he's quick to catch onto Vy's lies. The actual truth is probably still be debated within his male mind, but he's still smart enough to know that something's up. Damn it. What's more obvious is the fact he only wants this information for his own benefit, things to use against her in their next spar. Too bad it's not that easy. "There are a lot of things you'll never know about me." She decides to mock what he said earlier. Best way to prove that their sisters would probably be acting exactly how she does at the academy, and though she hates being this way around Brooklyn their secret's too valuable. Still the quest to know this information presses on from Matthew's words.

There's such an instinct to punch Matthew and get into another fight when he tries to figure everything out for himself. Despite his lack of knowledge for kids he's spot on with Brooklyn's age, and estimates that Vy must of been getting busy real early. This exactly why she prefers keeping her past behind her, and he's not even trying to insult her, or certain over their relationship. For the first time her expression actually shifts a little before she quickly snaps it back. Or her mother got down really late. If only he knew the whole story, then another move will have to be in order.

"My mother's only thirty-three." Maybe a little bit of truth will get him off of her back. There's a unique tone that only the truth is able to bring out. It's now or never for establishing her lie, because Matthew's just on a cusp of knowing. Maybe his girlfriend can keep a secret, but Vy's positive he's the last person that will want to. He's probably completely capable of it, but they're enemies after all. "Spot on with the age though." Her eyes travel back over to the two-year old consuming her desert, until they only fall upon an empty seat.

Only for two seconds Vy was distracted with saving her secret, not even that. Somehow the loud toddler managed to slip away without a sound though. It's not until after her eyes frantically search around and fail to land on any little blonde child that the panic begins. Immediately the blood flushes from her face and her heart's beat a million miles an hour while also crawling up her throat. "Brooklyn?" She calls out while peering behind and under the bench to still find no sign of her. "As much as I'd love to argue over my relations, I have to find her." Surprisingly her voice has dropped and holds no trace of anger left. Now she could careless over Matthew knowing the truth, all that matters is finding Brooklyn. With the prediction he has no desire to help, Vy's upon her feet and on the hunt before another word has a chance to get out. There's nothing that matters more then that little girl.


((OOC: Drama!))

[Jack Lexington]

As we sit and talk none of us notices how the little girl disappears. I can see in Vy’s usually so cool face how she gets very worried from one second to the next. No wonder. The kid could be anywhere. There are a few people around, a pond further back, cars…Even I can tell that this could be dangerous for a toddler.
"Brooklyn?" She calls out clearly worried.
"As much as I'd love to argue over my relations, I have to find her."
Vy’s up in arms in no time and dashes off.
I’m not one to sit around and watch her search from afar. No matter whether I like her or not I’ll help her search, so I holler over.
“I’ll look over there, there’s a pond back there behind those trees.”
In a light jog I make my way towards the pond while letting my eyes scan the ice cream truck, the people, benches…unfortunately I can’t see her anywhere. Where could she be so fast?
I cast another glance at Vy but she hasn’t found her yet.
So I keep jogging calling her name. “Brooklyn.”

It takes me a few moments and even I can feel a weird anxiety over the missing kid.
Hopefully nobody took her.

I speed up my pace to look behind the trees when I spot a small kid near the pond following one of the ducks.
"Brooklyn. Stop!" I call out, when she looks at me, trips and falls.
Instantly the girl starts whaling. I'm by her side in no time but what do I do now? Pick her up? Talk to her, rub her back?

"Vy!" I holler and then place my hand on her back before I scoop her up.
"It's okay...don't cry."
Gosh, the kid won't stop!

OOC: Let me know it you want extended drama, I'll edit.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Pure panic runs through Vy as she ditches the bench without a second thought to search for her little girl. Nothing worse could occur, no one more important could disappear from her life. So what if Matthew finds out the truth, she'll give it all up as long as Brooklyn's safe. A bit of shock pauses her for a moment as she hears him call over that he was going to look over near the pond. Seconds later he's also calling for the rugrat while keeping his eyes pealed. Apparently he's not as much of a douche as he lets off to be? Despite the agony of her heart a tiny smile somehow forms across her lips. It's weird not to be alone in something, and even more so that Matthew's the one helping her. Not that she can judge him, she doesn't give the best front either.

The most logical place to look is the little one's favorite location, only a bit in front of them at the ice cream truck. Maybe she ran out and figured her cute looks will get her another scoop. Damn that petite thing can eat a lot. After a couple of circles around it, and even a gaze underneath the large vehicle, there's no signs of that blond toddler. More urgency to find her, desperation even. What if that creep of a guy that was messing with Kyanite decided to take revenge? It's not Vy's fault that she discovered she's twice as strong with a baby on her hip. And now that Brooklyn's no where to be seen she feels the drain of all of her power. Maybe the park? That's her second preferred place, and with that Vy's new direction is turned until her name calls her back.

The recovering knee is nonexistent as her primary focus is finding Brooklyn. By the sounds of Matthew's beaten her to it though and is giving off their location. More adrenaline then during the staged arrest is going through her, maybe even more so then ever before. It all vanishes once her eyes fall upon the crying toddler within Matt's arms. She has to choke back a tear and allow a much needed chuckle to escape as relieve. Currently she finds herself extremely grateful for his lack of knowing about kids, because either way he's managed to find and grab ahold of the squirt. He may never know the importance of what he's done. Damn, so does that mean she has to try to be nicer to him? Hopefully not, though she feels a slight obligation to.

There's such an instinct to grab a hold of Brookie and hold on tight. Instead Vy finds herself only take a couple of steps closer to them while gesturing to keep hold of the little one. "You never know when you're going to run into a lost kid, try patting her back." So Vy looks like the furthest person with this sort of knowledge, but after two years she has a bit of information. Nothing compared to most moms, but more then the average teenager. With that she gives a little help by lowering the rugrat's head to rest on Matthew's shoulder. "Thank you." Probably the most sincere words to escape Vy's mouth while around Matthew, but he deserves eye contact and all for this one time.

[Jack Lexington]

I'll start crying in a second as well if the kid doesn't stop. I swear I don't know what to do with her so I hold her like a wet bag hoping her mother, sister, whatever will show up in a second.
"Hey, hey, stop crying, c'mon...just it's okay." I suck at this.

Finally I hear fast footsteps behind me to see Vy running towards us. Thank goodness. She looks as relieved as I'll feel once she takes the girl from me.
She must have been quite worried judging by how she dashed off and screamed for her and now looks so much better.
Yet she won't take Brooklyn.
"You never know when you're going to run into a lost kid, try patting her back."
"What?" I can barely hear her over the loud whaling.
She's got to be kidding. I try to hand the baby girl over but she tells me how to console her. Just to stop the noise I do as she says: Clap a little, rub a little, make 'ssshhhhh' noises and feel real awkward but eventually the cries get less and she extends her arms to Vy. Thank goodness.
"There, take her."

The first time I ever hear a sincere word from the girl is when she thanks me for finding the kid. Usually she's full of sarcasm and smart remarks. Not now though. It's like a small glimps of the girl she can be but chooses not to.
"Don't worry about it." My words are just as sincere.
"I didn't want her to fall into the pond. I doubt she can swim."
The little one has red rim eyes but is now quiet and rubbing her knee, which she obviously knocked open when she fell.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It's hard not to find it comical to watch Matthew awkwardly with Brooklyn, clearly he's not a baby kind of guy. What's been discovered is apparently he's not all that bad of a guy either though. Now it makes a little more since on why Kyanite's with him. "Pat her back." Vy's unable to hold back a slight chuckle as she directs his free hand to Brooklyn's back. After this long she's used to hearing the obnoxious cry, and has learned that a few bruises here and there's only natural.

Just as expected once Matthew finally gives in the toddler's sniffling up the last of her tears. Immediately he passes her right back over to Vy though, only reenforcing his discomfort towards the little people. Least now he knows how to calm one down, kind of. With satisfaction she takes her kid back, embracing her in a tight hug. How amazing it feels to know that the stupid scare's over with. "No more running off Brookie, you know better then that." Even if it doesn't seem like it the little one is fully able to comprehend the majority of that sentence.

Surprisingly Matthew replies with a no need to worry after Vy thanked him. It continues even further as he expresses his concern of Brooklyn falling into the pond, and the guess that she's probably unable to swim. The older Blonde's heart drops at the thought of that, even another desire to thank him again returns though she keeps her mouth shut. Even if his help is worth the truth she'd rather continue keeping it. "No, not yet." Her grasp on the little one doesn't budge as if Brooklyn was going to slip away so easily again, even from her arms.

"You okay?" Vy finally takes the time to see what caused the tantrum starting with the chubby face that's drenched in tears. A small nod bobs her blonde curls, though no smile creeps upon her adorable self. Her knees are a bit scrapped up with a tad bit of blood, but she doesn't whimper at the movement of her leg. "You're a tough cookie." She reassures before the small head snuggles into her shoulder. The one benefit to accidents occurring is the cuddly toddler that follows.

With that out of the way she turns her attention back to Matthew, a weak smile playing upon her face. "So you're not too good with toddlers, but you know how to find them. You're full of surprises Dunham." Her grin stabilizes as she is actually grateful for Matt, something she was never expecting herself to be admitting. "Really though, thank you." Maybe there's a small chance the bad rift within their dorm room will relax just a bit because of this. She's not going to take the not to worry about it, though she's not worried, she's thankful.