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"[color=#FFD700]I can't believe that just happened.[/color]"
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[indent] All the vomit that was building up inside her, she kept swallowing back down since first; she did not want to vomit in front of everyone and two; it was gross and embarrassing. She continued her way to the door when the gas faded away, this time picking up the pace, but when this girl landed in front of her, she got startled and fell on her butt. The girl had her pistol pointed at her and all Quinn could think was- She vomited, she was not able to think at all, she turned her head to the side and vomited the eggs she ate that morning. "[color=#FFD700]I...'m going to need a heavy lunch.[/color]" She mumbled under her breath as she looked down at the orange-yellowish sludge she just made.

She got up and looked at the girl, before backing up, her legs were weak and she was constantly rubbing her eyes and scratching the exposed parts of her hands. "[color=#FFD700]Worth the try.[/color]" She was breathing pretty heavily, the constant irritation going on everywhere was the most annoying thing in the world. Her eyes trailed to examine the girl, were they in 2007? Had Paramore or MCR just release a new album that everyone was going nuts over, Quinn was pretty nuts for Paramor- That is besides the point! She cleared her throat, and placed her hand on her chest to calm herself down.

"Everybody! Calm Down! Who is in charge here?!" Someone yelled from behind her.

Quinn looked around, and just shrugged her shoulders as she had her hands up to make sure that she was not a threat. Who was this girl? And how did she just land in front of her like that? Was she...? No... She shook her head before saying, "Hey, if you're going to shoot me can you double tap me like a zombie?" She said, man that irritation from the tear gas is not helping her think straight.  "Or..." She said before taking a step forward and getting on her knees right in front of her, she then moved her head slowly forward and rested her forehead on the gun's barrel. "Do I have to do it myself?" She asked, now this game of chicken was heavily not in Quinn's favour... It was kinda cool though.
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