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Last five threads posted in:
ForumSubjectLast Post
RealmRoots.
Created by Quinn Harper
08/24/17
RealmBless My Blackened Soul
Created by Gideon Abernathy
08/20/17
RealmThe Extortionist
Created by Alice Monroe
08/18/17
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?
Alice Monroe 08/22/17 Gideon
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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.
Alice Monroe 08/16/17 Not wanting to wait for a cab, Alice had actually legged it from her stakeout point at a job to get to the f+cking supermarket where she was now a breakout celebrity. Huffing and puffing, red faced, and just sweaty enough to be gross, she slowed to a stop in front of the store front where she was met with dozens of images of her own face staring back at her.

“That f+cking rat b+stard…”

Have you ever been so mad that you couldn’t actually feel your face? This was a first for her. Weird. No clue what that thing was doing.

She managed to scan the text on the posters before she began wildly ripping them off the store’s windows, one after the other until she had a giant crumpled up wad of her own face. She found a trash can and (with effort) shoved the large ball of paper into the receptacle before turning around to get her bearings.

There were no two ways around it; she was going to that bar. Possibly to commit murder. She hadn’t decided yet.
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.
Alice Monroe 08/14/17 Through the red mist of anger, a tiny voice inside her head was yelling that this was a terrible f+cking idea. The vice grip on her wrists hurt, and she knew this was a no-win scenario. Her camera was smashed, totally kaput, and now she was in a physical fight with a guy who was clearly out of his goddamned mind. That’s not to say that she was entirely in her right mind either, but c'est la vie.

He expressed the negative f+cks he gave about her paycheck, shoved her away, and snapped up any meaningful remains of her camera. Namely, the SD card. There was no telling what kind of shape it was in, but f+ck him nonetheless. Spiteful mother+cker.

She watched him as he straightened and turned to go, but not before getting his last word in. Rubbing the red mark on one of her wrists, she glowered at him. “Go f+ck yourself, sh+tstain.”

This wouldn’t be the last he’d see of her.

She left the shattered pieces of her camera where it was and stalked off. She could find her ramen elsewhere.

It would only be later on that she would remember there had been several unfortunate looking drunken nudes taken on that particular camera.
Alice Monroe 08/14/17 Wha-” She gasped as he reached out and ripped the camera from her hands; something that she had not expected from some pleb. Her hand reached out as if to snatch it back, though she froze as he began scrolling through her pictures, half afraid of what he might see. She couldn’t risk the camera in some sort of supermarket scuffle tug of war. That camera didn’t have pretty pictures. She was a private investigator, and the contents of that precious piece of equipment in his hands were her livelihood. They were her paycheck. Images of couples in the throes of sordid affairs, long distance shots of meetings, startling close-ups of gruesome wounds and bruises…

And he smashed it right on the ground. Right on the f+cking ground.

Too shocked to move, she stared at the broken pieces of her camera. There were pictures on there that she may not be able to recover. That meant one thing. No paycheck.

Her eyes lifted to meet his, and it was as if a nuclear explosion went off in her brain. Her face contorted in an angry grimace and she lunged at him, shoving her hands into his chest as hard as she could.

“You F+CKING AS$HOLE! That camera is my f+cking JOB! I’ve got bills to pay, you piece of sh+t! Are you gonna pay my f+cking rent? Huh?!”
Alice Monroe 08/14/17 The thin, almost gangly looking redhead was not looking where she was going. She was supposed to be searching for the ramen noodle aisle in this stupidly big supermarket, but she had instead gotten absorbed in scrolling through the pictures on the expensive looking camera in her hands.

So when she ran straight into someone, it should have obviously been her fault.

She actually ran into him so hard that it knocked an oof from her chest, and also the camera from her hands. Fortunately, she managed to snatch it by the strap (that should have been around her neck) before it hit the floor.

Aquamarine eyes flashed with a hair trigger temper, and she rounded on the “offender”.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, a$shole!”
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.

Giddy
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?
Why?
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.
-Smiles-
-Phone rings-
-Face lights up-
PIZZA!
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-
...how 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-
-Pauses-
-Whines-
-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!
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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-
...Marco?!
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.-
GIDEON! GIIIIIIDEON!
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.
Dibs.
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-
-Whispers-
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-
-Stops-
...Gideon?
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.

"Good."

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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