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Jameson Orlav 09/15/17 Jameson has been tasked. Well, it's not really a task, per say. More like, some smelly werewolf who lives in the mansion upstairs had insisted that he take these odd looking severed heads and deliver each of them to a respective patron. The Doctor doesn't quite understand why, but he doesn't actually care in the least. Tiberius, as he had introduced himself, had paid him a pretty penny to see that the deed got done.

Whatever. It worked in his favor.

He doubted that the mutt had expected him to put his own spin on the delivery, however. Jameson waited until the guy fled to go out and find some pretty pink boxes. White ribbons would accompany the painted cardboard- tied at the top into fancy, frilly bows. There's no way that any unsuspecting victim would come to realize what was actually inside of the box until it had been delivered.

Deranged doesn't even begin to encompass Jameson Orlav. To each person he drops off a box. While they're away, of course. His last encounter inside the house had brought immediate trouble for Ella. He would look to avoid that this time, if it was possible.

To Gideon, Quinn, and Ella herself. Inside each of their rooms they'd find a box. For Quinn and Gideon, their room would house two.

For Gideon;
At each corner of her mouth he draws a line that would stretch nearly all the way to her ears. Any man or woman who'd ever maliciously wielded a blade would recognize the gesture as the outline of a Glasgow Smile. On her neck, Tiber would scribble the few letters and numbers that would resonate with a God fearing man. He takes it upon himself to relay a language of understanding for the heads intended. Deut 32:35. Then, with the tip of his scalpel, Tiber digs into the flesh of his finger, drawing blood to the surface before he presses it against the cold skin of her forehead. A cross. Remnants of his blood dripping down over her nose.

And yo, there's no sign that Jameson has been here. Just so we're clear. Let's all relax on the coronary front for now.
Quinn Harper 09/14/17 She had stuffed her cash in her bra. Quinn knows she's gotten one over on Gideon. She's gotten several over, really. Alas, he'd seen her do it, and she had no idea. So, as she danced and dusted her away around their little abode, he'd taken advantage of her lowered guard.

"...get a ham pizza, too," she requests through her laughter.
Quinn Harper 09/10/17 Quinn looks up at Gideon, chocolate searching pitch black. Honesty. She promised honesty. And it is that honesty that brings her to hand her phone to Gideon, messages open. She had made herself clear, for not once had she tried until now. She'd been afraid, and hiding away. She'd been cowardly.

A hand reaches up, fingers trailing through his dark mess of curls with that same soothing touch. A soft nod is given to him, her signal that she is okay.

There would be no words.
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
I forgot. 😔
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
Speaking of your face, when is it coming to bed?
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
I prefer your face. And you. I prefer you. Do I need to yell at Eiji?
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
Please don't. Your hair grows fast. It'll be fine. Like in The Santa Clause. But better. Besides, you don't need to impress Eiji.
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
Eiji is not right. He is a surprise ruiner. That makes him wrong. You are handsome.
What is thug nasty?
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
I love you more. Beard or no beard. But I do miss the beard. But I also like soft kisses. But I like scruffy ones too. I really like scruffy ones.
Quinn Harper 09/09/17 Giddy 💘
I don't know what thug nasty is, but you're not a thug. And you're not nasty. I'm going to say no. You look handsome, and I love you.
Saito Eiji 09/09/17 You shaved.
...Thug nasty.
Quinn Harper 09/08/17 The shower wasn't enough. Quinn felt like the blood would never wash off. It was in her hair, matting it together in a sticky, coagulated mess. Her hands, stained up her arms. Her dress is ruined. Even after it's gone, she continues to scrub until her flesh is pink and raw.

Stepping out, she wraps herself up and walks into the bedroom. Her sights land on Gideon, and she reads the upset on him easily. Part of her wonders if she'd done something wrong, but then he drops the crumpled paper upon the bed.

'You had a visitor...' Her brows pull together in confusion and concern, and Quinn takes slow steps toward the bed. A nervous hand lifts the paper, smoothing it out so that she may read the words upon it. Her breath quickens, heart beating hard within her chest, and instantly she is turning in a slow circle to examine the room. Barely satisfied, she drops the note and crosses to Gideon.

She leans into him, cheek against his chest as she closes her eyes to focus on his heart. Tiber is getting bolder, and she knows how his mind works. It would only get worse from here. "I want to stay here, with you."
Quinn Harper 08/31/17 She watched the man walk away from her after the exchange, knob now pressed firmly into the small of her back. He'd leaned in, and she had instinctively backed up. No doubt, there would be a tiny little cross etched into her flesh from the pressure. There had been no name attached to his visit, but he certainly knew who she is.

Once alone, she pushes herself forward and walks out of the house. Though she keeps her features neutral, she is bothered. It's clear in her gaze as she glances around, looking for trouble. Once a decent distance from the house, her gaze lands on Gideon with the push mower, and she waves before quickly making her way to him.

She rests a hand on his arm, a silent demand for his attention before she wraps her arms around him, petite frame tense from the encounter. "There's a man in the house, Giddy. He was trying to get in the basement."
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 "She does look like an Eclair," she murmurs, watching him and his interaction. A small smile graces her features as she settles in, stretching on her side beside him.

At his question, her smile drops. "A little.. you never got to have one before." A sigh escapes her, and she meets his gaze.

"But seeing you this happy, I can't be, really. I love you, Giddy. It's impossible to stay upset when you smile."
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 The minute he arrives, she finds herself giggling and returning every kiss she possibly can. To be fair, there are several. Still, she does her best. Quinn can barely take her eyes off of Gideon. Turning onto her side, she props her head up on her hand and watches the tiny feline between them.

"I'm not the best at naming pets either.. they always end up being named after food." A sadly true confession. Noodle. Cheeto. She reaches her free hand forward, hooking her finger between the kitten's tiny chin to give the most gentle scratches known to man.

"Like Muffin. Or... Oreo."
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
Giddy, I'm just in bed.
In our bed. You come home. I'll help you with anything.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
Not yet. it okay?
Are you happy?
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 "Oh my god.. I ruined his birthday..." Resigned, and a little sad, she texts her instructions. Looking toward her cabin, she considers the tiny, Siamese kitten that waits impatiently.

Go to my cabin.
In my bedroom.
Probably on my bed.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
Please bring candles. Loads. Little ones.
And cat treats. Maybe a cat toy.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
We can't talk about this.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy he really?
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
But we were telling secrets. That's what you do.
No. I'm not. I swear.
Saito Eiji 08/29/17 Don't be ridiculous.
Of course I am.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
But you said you were really friends.
You said that you considered him to be more than!
Saito Eiji 08/29/17 Quinn's throwing a surprise party for you, happy sixth birthday.
Saito Eiji 08/29/17 Oh, I see.
I'm hurt.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
How did you do that?
Why is that bad?
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
But you're friends!
You said!
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
Are you sure?
I don't know if it is actually him.
He hasn't said. But if it is, he's mean.
And he wasn't mean before.
Quinn Harper 08/29/17 Giddy
Eiji is being mean to me.
Quinn Harper 08/23/17 Gideon's Top Secret Phone
You don't look naked.
Quinn Harper 08/23/17 Giddy's Top Secret Phone
I think you're very handsome.
And I think kisses will be less scratchy.
But I might miss the scratches.
But it's okay, because I like you.
Quinn Harper 08/23/17 Giddy's Top Secret Phone
Did you do something different?
Cut your hair? Shave?
New shirt?
Quinn Harper 08/20/17 "Fifty-seven is perfect," she manages to answer.

Quinn literally melts into the man. Forget the cake, the pizza, the booze. She is perfectly content being wrapped up in him, figuratively and literally. She rests easy, body relaxed, and only lets go once he has. Even still, she doesn't move far, her hands remaining on his shoulders as she looks up at him.

His question pulls a slightly embarrassed smile from her. Quinn has always encouraged others to be selfish on their birthdays, just as they have her. But this is a special case. Meeting his gaze with her own, she answers, unsure of how he would take it. "I wished for good dreams for you."
Quinn Harper 08/19/17 The chime of her phone sent Cheeto into a fit of excited yips, as if he knew just as well as she who the sender would be. Quinn wasted no time in looking at the messages, abandoning her task to leave the makeshift dark room in her living room to look at her phone. One quick read later, and Quinn steps to her window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the kitchen. Sure enough, the place is dark except for the intense glow of an obvious flame.

She wastes no time in crossing the space, leaving her own door wide open in the process. What she sees causes a breathy giggle to leave her lips in a quiet exclamation, "Oh my God...." Quinn stares at the cake for several seconds before finding Gideon. The smile on her face rivals the tiny flames before her, and she finds herself teetering, trying to decide which direction to go in: Gideon, or the cake.

The girl chooses Gideon, just as she always will, and moves to plant a sweet kiss upon his cheek before slipping her hand into his. Refusing to let go, she closes the space before the cake and glances between it and him. The words don't escape her, scrawled across the top of the confection. Quinn is quite sure she does not deserve someone this perfect and good.

"How many candles are on here?" She lets out another amused huff, trying to count herself and losing track of the flames. Finally, she leans forward, taking in a deep breath before carefully, gently blow out the flames. Then another. It takes three tries to get out all the candles, but Quinn only makes one wish.

Satisfied, she turns and releases his hand only to wrap her arms around him in an intimate embrace, leaning her temple against his cheek. "Thank you, Giddy. So much."
Quinn Harper 08/18/17 Sat at the table, Quinn stares down at the paper before her, pen tapping at the surface. In the chair to her left, Cheeto sits, paws upon the table as he watches the pen just waiting for his chance to snatch it right out of her grip. The radio plays an oldie's station from where it sits upon the counter, and Quinn is singing along quietly to the tune of Stand By Me.

As he enters, announcing himself, she gives him a grin and sits back. She pushes the paper toward him, revealing what has been written so far. The toppings range from shredded coconut, peas, mac and cheese, and the makings of a truly bizarre Japanese pizza she'd heard of once that includes mayonnaise, to just plain pepperoni. "I figured, if it all tastes absolutely horrible, we should have backup."

Surprisingly, cake is not on the paper. Instead, chocolate chip cookie dough sits in it's place. Booze, however, takes a turn. It is clear that Quinn is reclaiming everything, because the girl has literally written 'the most disgusting moonshine you can find' on the paper. Beneath everything, she doodled a heart. "Can you think of anything else?"
Quinn Harper 08/17/17 How ridiculously thoughtful. And he claims to not be every bit as amazing as she knows he is. Every time Quinn thinks she could not possibly adore this man more, he proves her wrong. Laughing, she nods. "Cake? Giddy, I'm not going to be able to move by the time we're done."

Sighing, she gives him a nod. "Okay... okay. We're going to make pizza then. And half of it is probably going to be really gross. But exactly how drunk do you want to get?"

Every time they get into the liquor it becomes a true race to the finish line. Quinn gives him a rare, devilish smile. She feels quite herself. Her old self. The carefree self that would treat the peak of the roof as a balance beam and try to pet baby wild animals. Gideon is in for one wild ride, and he doesn't even know it. Coming to this realization, she bounces excitedly where she stands. "Giddy. Gideon. We're gonna get so fat."
Quinn Harper 08/17/17 Quinn couldn't hide her excitement as she watched his reaction, heart swelling as she watches that grin of his spread across his features. Something about Gideon's smile just feels right. The minute he lifts her up, her slender arms wrap around his neck, and she laughs as she tucks her face into the side of his neck.

What comes next practically makes her heart burst. Quinn had already felt lighter, her heart fully prepared to open wholly to the man before her. Bright eyes watch as he begins to end his work for the day. Biting her lip, she gives him a gently shrug, feeling slightly sheepish.

"Honestly?" Despite the obvious excitement within her, Quinn is quiet. She crosses her arms behind her back, giving the man a small, adoring smile. "I don't care what we do, so long as it's us."

The beauty of her request is that 'us' has changed. Us is them, the two of them. It's Cheeto. It's their tiny two person village. It's hugs and laughter and kisses that seem to get easier and easier. It is their normal. And now, us includes no one but them. Quinn no longer carries that reminder of inevitability with her, because no matter how much it has loomed over her, she knows it looms over him as well.
Quinn Harper 08/16/17 She had gone back and forth with the judge as she tried to discuss the change. Quinn explained, calmly, the reason. Her marriage was dissolved. She no longer wanted to carry a reminder, much less be defined by, that past. He was fine with that, understanding and agreeable. All without the details. It was the paperwork that was the problem.

Quincy Harper.
Quincy Harp-on-er.
Quirk Harper.
Quinn Hippo.

She could barely handle it anymore, patience actually running thin with the elderly man, when he finally got it right. Quinn Harper. Her identity was reclaimed, and with it, she felt the possibility of a new life. Never mind that this new life she desires includes a serial killer. Details are trivial.

She races home in her truck, barely putting it in park before jumping out of it and running out to the garden where Gideon would surely be found. The smile on her face is beyond infectious as she approaches the man and without the need for words, holds the folded document out for him to take.
Quinn Harper 08/15/17 Quinn grins. It's that dopey, adoring sort of grin that people when get they are totally blinded by something they like very much. She nods at his instructions, and then again at his new instructions, and watches him leave. She isn't lonely for long, though, because he magically reappears as if he knows she misses his company already.

"You'll have it in your inbox in less than five minutes, Giddy." With that, she gives him his biggest smile. Quinn doesn't even care what he is doing with this. She would send the picture, and then hide away the SD card to stave off future misbehavior. "See you for dinner, Giddy."
Quinn Harper 08/15/17 Is there any way you could print this off for me?

Quinn went from the happiest cloud nine to something else. Just as his features darken, Quinn's eyes narrow to give him a look. What else is she to do? He wants a naked picture of another girl printed? But when he says it isn't what she thinks it is, she finds her happy place once more in quick order.

"Sure, Giddy. Of course." She reaches a hand up, touching her fingertips to his chin so that she may turn his head enough for her to grant him a soft kiss. Of course, she knows he's up to something. Naturally, this makes her an accomplice. But she can't say no. "When do you need it by?"
Quinn Harper 08/15/17 Quinn pops the card into the tiny little slot on the side of her laptop, waiting for it to load whatever it plays house to as he waves the chopsticks about. With a pleased smile, she reaches over to give his knee a gentle pat. Finally, the folder pulls up, and Quinn squints.

The girl tugs her laptop off the table and into her lap, half leaning into the man beside her. If she's going to do something bad, she is going to have the support she needs.

As if. She just really likes him and looks for excuses. But she is not manipulative. Not even a little. Just remember that.

Double clicking on the first image, she allows it to blow up on her screen. The first thing Quinn would see is a dirty motel room, a naked old man, and a very haggard woman. Her nose wrinkles, and she quickly begins to flip through the pictures.

Naked people. Lots of naked people. People in sunglasses. People talking. People with cuts and bruises. Finally, she stops, her screen lit up with an image of a gangly, red-headed girl in her full birthday suit. Her eyes are barely open, but Quinn can see the glaze of alcohol present. She is standing in front of a mirror, very clearly taking a selfie. Two. Three. Four.

Swallowing, Quinn turns her head to look at Gideon instead. "...She's pretty."
Quinn Harper 08/15/17 She's sitting on her couch, laptop in front of her, Cheeto at her feet chewing on an over-sized bone, and a bag of his precious Cheetos next to it. In her hand, a pair of chopsticks. Clearly, she'd been munching. To be honest, she hadn't expected him to be so quick in arriving. Guilty, Quinn looks up at him, eyes wide as she listens to his story.

At the mention of a broken camera, she cringes slightly. But when he says SD card... Quinn has the biggest internal struggle of her life. She stays silent for several minutes as she debates herself. Ultimately, curiosity wins.

Without a word, Quinn pats the space directly next to her before bringing her hands up to rub them together. "Let's do this. Want a cheeto?"
Quinn Harper 08/15/17 Giddy
Of course you can!
Come on over. My door is unlocked.
Quinn Harper 08/13/17 She could see him coming, and that probably makes the difference. Quinn had sprung herself on the man, and he has a far gentler way than she does. It allows her to react, responding to the kiss in kind. When he pulls away, the embarrassment is gone, replaced by a thoughtful sort of daze. No lines were crossed, and it shows in the hint of a smile that quirks at the corner of her mouth. She lets the silence stretch, and when he finally does speak, she nods gently. "Cheeto it is."
Quinn Harper 08/13/17 There is this thing hat is supposed to happen when you kiss someone, and it doesn't happen. That's the first red flag, or it would be if she wasn't so out of her mind. Between their project, their constant presence, secrets, and now a puppy... Quinn's little heart can barely take it. She just had to kiss him. There wasn't a choice. So, when there is no response other than his pulling away, dear Quinn is on autopilot as she accepts the puppy and takes a step back.

Listening to him talk, as she hugs the pup to herself and allows it to practically slobber all over her, it dawns on her. Her cheeks begin to feel that too familiar heat as a blush kicks in. Her hand has been played, and it didn't go well. Not bad. Not great. What matters is they are okay. In an attempt to contain this rosy complexion, she ducks her head down and presses her nose into the soft fur atop the pup's head as she listens to him.

Finally, he offers his sentiment, and Quinn raises her gaze to see a smile on his face. She meets it with her own, however embarrassed it might be. "I love him." She pauses, lifting her head fully as tries to contain the furry ball of energy in her arms. "Sorry..sorry. About..."

Unwilling to stay on the topic much longer, she glances down at the puppy. "Cheeto. That's his name."
Quinn Harper 08/13/17 Quinn looks up from where she sits, covered in dust and aged ash as she cleans out the hearth. A delicate brow lifts as he talks, seeming to struggle with one thing or another. Concerned, she stands, brushing her hands off upon her jeans as she takes a couple steps forward. She stops at the mention of a prize, head tilting slightly. Why does he look like he is having such a hard time?

And then he steps into view, puppy in tow.

Quinn's little world comes to a complete stop as her wide eyes travel between the man and the pup. Her heart skips a beat. Two. She doesn't know how to react. No one has ever made a gesture like this. No one.

She moves forward, closing the small distance between them. Quinn meets Gideon's eyes momentarily before looking to the puppy once more. A small hand reaches up, and she finds herself assaulted with puppy kisses as she moves to scratch beneath his chin. Slowly, a smile forms, and it grows quickly into the brightest smile the man might have ever seen from her. She looks up at him once more, ignoring the rambunctious little noises coming from the pup, and it is clear she can barely speak through her own overwhelming excitement. Quinn tries, and fails, twice. Ultimately, she glances down at the pup once more before making her decision.

Quinn kisses the man.
Quinn Harper 08/10/17 "Secrets don't make friends." Giving Gideon a pout, Quinn bounces on her feet. She knows she can't just use half of a pearl of wisdom and leave the other half to the wind. Life simply does not work that way. Horses and water and drinking, eyes for eyes, and secrets. "...They make best friends."

With that, she reaches forward, bold as brass. There is no attempt to hide the action from Gideon. Slim fingers find a new pocket, and with no shame extra more cash. She makes a note to talk to him about all the cash he carries on his person. In the meantime, she folds it into the cash already in hand before pushing the paper bulk back into his pocket.

You were successful in stealing $1,079.00 from Gideon Abernathy.
Quinn Harper 08/09/17 Quinn couldn't believe it as she tugged the giant wad of cash from Gideon's pocket with. There was no difficulty. It just slipped out. Slim fingers bring it up to her face, her lips forming a perfect 'o' as she flips through the bills. There would be no counting it. It's more than anyone should ever steal.

What is important, is that they had a deal.

A brilliant smile takes hold of her features as chocolate hues look up in search of his gaze. Leaning in, she places her free hand upon his shoulder as she finds herself on tiptoe just to whisper in his ear. "...I touched the butt."

You were successful in stealing $3,604.00 from Gideon Abernathy.
Quinn Harper 08/07/17 It's gotten to the point that Quinn simply knows who is reaching for her wallet. "One day, Giddy..."

Gideon Abernathy just failed at stealing money from you!
Quinn Harper 08/05/17

Gideon Abernathy just failed at stealing money from you!
Quinn Harper 08/01/17 Once more, she feels that tug upon her. This time, it is her pocket. She'd ditched the purse earlier in the day after after the first instance. Feeling a little more comfortable, Quinn turns to see Gideon once more. This time, she lets out an amused, short giggle. "Do you have the courage, Giddy?"

Gideon Abernathy just failed at stealing money from you!
Quinn Harper 08/01/17 She was walking through across the yard, checking out the famed scarecrows, when she felt the light tug against the small bag that hung carelessly across her body by it's strap. Chocolate eyes widen, and the girl stops dead in her tracks for just a moment to say a silent prayer to whomever before looking over her shoulder. At first, relief would show on Quinn's features. That relief would be followed quickly by a delighted smile.

"Hey, Giddy!" As if she didn't catch him trying to pick her pocket. Friend perks, right there.

Gideon Abernathy just failed at stealing money from you!
Tiber Loche 07/31/17 As the strange man approaches, Tiber finds himself joyfully aloof. He had not expected a 'welcome wagon', but considered that most crews operated the same way. It wasn't so different when he was a member of The Den, greeting the newcomers with a poised certainty that they would enjoy their stay within the group. Even so, his wolf attempts to beg his alarm, but the man had grown stronger than the Lycan inside of him. In such respect, it's silence was once again forced and instead Tiber offers an outward pull of his mouth into a welcoming smile.

However forced it may have been.

"That's quite decent of you." Tiber's large frame attempts to close a bit of the range between them and he accepts the cut of meat. "I assure you that my so called fetish rests only in rations." Sort of.

"Now." He claps the man amusedly on the back, a laugh offered up as a sign of camaraderie. "There's got to be a grill around here somewhere."
Quinn Harper 07/24/17 Reading over the text, Quinn lets loose a thousand watt smile. It had taken a while for her to get the hang of life on her own again, and even longer to adjust to a new home. Gideon made the transition easier.

Thanks, Giddy. Goodnight!
Quinn Harper 07/24/17 Giddy
You'd never lie to me, right?
You're a good person, and good people don't lie.
Catfish are bad.
I think I got this.
Quinn Harper 07/24/17 Giddy
Are catfishes good or bad?
Is it a documentary? Where can I watch it? I love documentaries.
Quinn Harper 07/24/17 Giddy
He's old?
People pretend to be other people on Tinder?
Quinn Harper 07/24/17 Giddy
He came up as a match on Tinder!
Quinn Harper 07/23/17 Giddy
Who is Ron Jeremy?
Ella Donovan 07/21/17 Giddy the Gardener
I thought it was Rodney Alcala. Good job!
Ella Donovan 07/21/17 Giddy the Gardener
OMFG What is that stocky thing outside my window? Is that a person? Wait. wait. False alarm. Do we have scarecrows?
Quinn Harper 07/14/17 Doritos are kind of like crunchy cheetos.
-Tilts head-
But in chip form. Like a close cousin.
-Phone rings-
-Face lights up-
Quinn Harper 07/14/17 -Stares, wide eyes-
...a taco with a dorito shell...
-Slowly puts down the tongs-
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Bright smile-
-Presses one last button-
35 minutes!
-Happily forgets the pineapple thing-
-Pineapple is yuck.-
I bet we could put cheetos on the pizza.
Like that dorito taco from Taco Bell! But pizza.
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Giggles. Blinks. Tilts head.-
-So many reactions-
-Lowers gaze in thought-
-Slooooowly munches another cheeto-
...How about a taco pizza?
-Glances up at, clearly afraid-
-Still smiling. A little. Trying to hide it.-
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 Oh my gosh. Pizza is it's very own food group.
-Nods, pulls out phone-
Lets get one. Right now. Pizza.
-Another cheeto, chews, swiping across screen-
-Pauses- do you feel about pineapple on pizza?
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Looks up at-
-Slow smile, presses lips together-
-Can't. Gives up and laughs-
-Tongs another cheeto-
You can't live off of cheetos. You need real food.
Like burgers. And french fries.
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 Don't worry. I can make something good!
-Grins, accepts tongs-
Thank you.
-Nips a cheeto easily-
-Looks at tongs-
These are so much easier. Why don't they make tong sticks?
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Listens-
-Is attempting to use chopsticks-
-...with both hands-
I bet he could eat cold spaghetti.
Then it'd be stuck together!
-Goes in for the grub-
-Looses a chopstick-
We'll pretend that didn't happen.
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 Agreed. And a spoon. Fork and spoon. No splashing.
-Is mentally preparing to accept chopsticks into life-
-Holds hand out for them, looks worried-
Why aren't you friends with Eiji?
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Watches, bewildered-
-Observes the magic-
-Blinks, takes tentative step forward-
Chopsticks are complicated.
-Squints, nods-
Can you eat spaghetti with them?
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Looks from bag to chopsticks-
-Looks at Gideon, bites lips-
I don't actually know how to use them.
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Nods seriously-
It's brilliant. You're so smart.
-Shakes head in disbelief-
So smart...
Quinn Harper 07/12/17 -Casually walks by-
-Doubles back-
-Snaps picture-
-Looks at screen-
Not bad, Giddy.

Quinn Harper 07/11/17 Giddy
I won't. Promise. If it's okay, can I take them at random? Candids?
Quinn Harper 07/11/17 Giddy
Pretty doesn't always mean interesting. Besides, you're different. And my friend. I don't have any photos of you.
Quinn Harper 07/10/17 Giddy
Would you let me take photos of you?
Quinn Harper 06/17/17 -Reads-
-Screams- GIDDY!
Quinn Harper 06/17/17 Giddy
I was cleaning out my room. Well, I claimed it as my room. I don't know if it is. But there was a big spider, and I smacked it, and it exploded with more spiders.
Am now standing on a chair.
I'm outnumbered.
This is the end.
Quinn Harper 06/17/17 Giddy
I exploded a spider by accident. If I don't make it out alive, I want you to have my Dr. Seuss collection. And my coffee maker.
Ella Donovan 06/09/17 Giddy On
Elouise is a foul beast. I'll send a note to Lufcuh so she knows to build the memorial. Are you ready to face it?? IDK if I am. That mf was scary af.
Ella Donovan 06/09/17 Giddy On
I'm going to name it Elouise.
Hopefully Elouise dies, or crawls out the window..omfg what if it flies?
R.I.P New bathroom walls.
Ella Donovan 06/09/17 Quinn's Party Pal
Are Possoms .. large brown things with orange teeth? Ew. That sounds like a giant sh-t with carrots. I promise it's not that. I'll come scream with you.
Ella Donovan 06/09/17 Quinn's Party Pal
Wtf kind of animal looks like a giant rat with no ears??? PS It's hanging out in the bathroom. OK Maybe it had ears. IDEK I ran away.
Quinn Harper 06/07/17 Group Text: Ella's Party People
Greetings from the Lufcuh! I haven't met some of you yet, and I'm sorry for that! My real name is Quinn. I like moonshine, puppies, and karoake. I'm currently practicing my drinking skills to beat Orson on our next bar trip! If you need anything, let me know!
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 Ghost clothes? I don't have any of those...
-Frowns, considers-
...maybe let's be new ghosts.
-Nods, small smile-
You look perfect, Giddy. Don't change.
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 No, no. You're the genius.
-Laughs, clasps hands together-
I'm gonna go change.
-Offers back bottle-
And get more rum!
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 -Eyes go wide-
-Takes the bottle-
Are we gonna scare 'em?
-Takes a drink, then another-
-Makes a face-
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 Only some rules.
-Nods at his confirmation-
The tour starts at 9. And guess what?
-Biggest smile ever, thinks she's sooo bad-
We're crashing it.
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 -And so, a nickname is born-
-Raises eyebrow, quiet laugh-
Okay. But we're sneaking booze.
-Holds up bagged bottle-
-Whispers- It's rum.
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 -Spins around-
-Spots, smiles bright-
Giddy! Let's go out. We can go on a ghost tour!
Quinn Harper 06/03/17 GIDEON!
-Searching for a Gideon-
-Narrows eyes-
Winter Summers 05/24/17 Again Winter found himself behind hauled off to jail. "Honestly I think you just like putting me in handcuffs. Would it be too much to ask for the fuzzy ones?" His question was responded to by being roughly shoved into his cell. "Should I take that a no or a maybe?" He would proceed to waggle his brows at the cop before they walked off.

He moved to the front of his cell door and glanced down the hall. He waited for the guard to completely disappear from site before he quickly picked his lock. Blue hues looked to the man who was locked up in the cell a cross from his. It would be a shame to let something so nice to look at rot in such a place!

You managed to break out Gideon Abernathy.

"There we are handsome, you are welcome now need to swoon I know I am amazing." Flashes him a smile.
Quinn Harper 05/20/17 Gideon
Okay. I'll see you there in 20?? This is gonna be so fun!
Quinn Harper 05/19/17 Gideon
Wait. Where are we meeting? Is there a dresscode? How do I know which parade? And do they take song requests?
Quinn Harper 05/19/17 Gideon
That includes four of my favorite things! Parades, booze, dancing, and you! Let's go!
Quinn Harper 05/19/17 Gideon
Whew. No scary animals! New Orleans is magic!
Quinn Harper 05/18/17 Gideon
Are there bears in New Orleans?
Ella Donovan 05/13/17 Quinn's Party Pal
Great. Can I count you in on fertilizing the front lawn?
Ella Donovan 05/13/17 Quinn's Party Pal
Are you good at gardening?
Quinn Harper 05/08/17 -Has a big grin on her face-
I borrowed them from the main house.
-She gives a gentle shrug-
No one there to ask, though.
-Looks at him-
I also borrowed from your room. Thanks, Gideon!
Quinn Harper 05/07/17 -Has built one hell of a fort in the mutual living area-
-Sits in the center of the structure-
-Pillows. Pillows everywhere.-
Quinn Harper 05/07/17 -Glances between phone and Gideon-
-Hesitates before refiltering-
-Pushes the button-
...$600 a night. Two bedroom cottage on some estate.
Huge beds.
Ohmygod. There's a treehouse bunkbed.
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 I've been learning all sorts of stuff.
-Nodding, she pulls out her phone and opens the app-
-Holds it out so he can see, too-
We can stay at any of these places.
-Glances up at-
It costs more for actual beds, though.
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 You slept on the floor!?
-Glances around-
-Looks at, leans in-
A last minute AirBNB.
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 Of course you are!
-Glances around-
Have you worked out the living arrangements yet? I slept on some random couch last night.
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 Eiji is really quiet, but I think we're friends?
-Assumes he's joking-
-Actually, hopes. Because friends are forever.-
-Beams up at him-
I'm so glad you're here. I never met Ella before this. Or anyone else here. Will you be my party buddy, whenever those happen?
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 But you were always... huh.
-Purses lips in thought-
But we're friends, right? Please?
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 -Fastest like ever. Totally satisfied he's real.-
I'm good! Alive, like you. Where is Eiji? Are you two still friends?!
-Very, very concerned now.-
Quinn Harper 05/06/17 -Gasps. Smiles. Squeals.-
This is so awesome! How are you?!
-Reaches it with the intent to poke his arm-
-Must make sure he's real.-
Quinn Harper 05/05/17 -Passes-
Ella Donovan 05/04/17
Penny Blackwell 05/01/17 Chin still pointed high as she stared up towards him, pale pink lips continue to smile as she looked to him. Soon a small bundle resting within her lap would begin to move about, stop and again start. No sound along with no real rapid moving but both of her hands were exposed, so it wasn't that.


Giggling a bit as the kitten had exposed itself. "This is Phineas." She'd pet on the kitten as she focused on the feline for the moment before again glancing up towards Gideon, sweetly.

Penny Blackwell 05/01/17 Looks up slowly, smiling as she watched Gideon approach her. Penny's calm demeanor was almost eerie, mostly due to the fact she was so quiet and so content with being so. Sitting so patiently upon a park bench in the late afternoon, an over cast of dark clouds began to drift and take over the sky above them.

Saito Eiji 04/26/17 'Sup fam.
Katarina Valentine 04/26/17 You're welcome...If you need anything just let me know
Katarina Valentine 04/26/17 Welcome to the realm
Penny Blackwell 04/26/17 Hadn't noticed a thing. Penny's guard was off.

Hands lifted to rest upon her hips. "If that word slips, so might my hand." She'd warn though wasn't sure if her tiny structure was much of a threat to the man. Thin brows wrinkled as she attempted to peek within his palm casually as he scribbled something, unsure of what he was doing exactly. Paper was felt within her palm as he had squeezed her hand once more and as he moved, she'd curiously investigate this paper noticing a number on it. Did he just give her his number? He had known the lessons were but a joke.

Tucking in her lower lip between her teeth as he spoke, she'd nod. "Yes, of course, Pupil

." Watched as he backed away and had departed from their interaction, she'd slowly begin to venture off still staring down at the tiny paper; thinking.
Penny Blackwell 04/26/17 Rose tinted lips would purse together tightly as she tried to hold back a toothy grin, to also pretend some sense of seriousness which was typically very hard for her.. he was making it even harder. "Oh, yes? All the other bad stuff? You look like the type that has been throwing the word 'ma'am' around like a loaded a pistol." She'd teasingly tsk as she shook her head, playing with him a bit. Penny never approached many. Self proclaimed Queen of the Valley of Misfits, she took pride in noticing the diamonds in the rough that others perhaps looked over for whatever reason.

Outright laughed as he called her out on her look of distraught when he spoke that cryptic word that added about twenty years to her life. "I'll look over that hiccup for now." Her giggles faded, staring at him for just a second after he asked for her guidance in the art of a woman's mind. "I don't know if I can tell you such delicate information. People have died for less." Brows waggled.

"I'm not going to be your pimp, though! I draw the line there."

Penny Blackwell 04/26/17 Penny had never been one for hiding her emotions or thoughts. Some would call it a fault of her character but she felt it made her 'real' even if it may come off as insulting at times. It was never her intention. If she was going to be rude and hateful, you'd know, but that wasn't hardly ever her demeanor. Accepting his hand in hers while delicate fingertips ran along the outside of his grip. "Sorry. Don't get me wrong. I appreciate your kindness, of course. Just don't ever, -never- call me 'ma'am'. It hurts my heart a bit." Had been a tiny bit serious with the last statement as her hand had dropped back to her side. "You might give me a complex."

His manners again proved to be much better than her own as he offered up his entire name. "Sorry. Blackwell. Penny Blackwell. That is my whole name." Acknowledging her ridiculousness at the moment, she couldn't help but mock his very own grin with one herself. Spreading across her features, even flooding her cerulean hues with delight. "Never break yourself of something good.. and attractive in a person."

Penny Blackwell 04/26/17 Cringed as the word 'ma'am' slipped past his lips with ease as if he never even hesitated. Most considered her to be a child. Most likely he was just being just as too generous with his kindness as he accused her of being.

"Not sure if that is true or not but you'll always have my kindness.. as long as you never call me 'ma'am' again." Placing much emphasis on the word to make a point. With that said, her right arm would shoot out to offer the man her hand. "My name is Penny."

Penny Blackwell 04/26/17 "You're welcome just the same."
Penny Blackwell 04/26/17 "Welcome."
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