Fabricant451

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@lovely complex I consider my game to be a B Minus but let's go with that.

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I don't want to make any promises

But if I don't have a Quinn intro post up tomorrow than I am the worst forever

@Fabricant451

I AM NOT THE WORST FOREVER HAHA TAKE THAT, ME

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Location: Somewhere Around Town
Interacting with: A Forgotten Name and A Furry Surprise

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If Quinn had known she had had a dog, Quinn might not have been so willing to stay over. It was supposed to be a simple New York scene. Girl goes to Brooklyn Pour with her journalist co-worker. Girl proceeds to drink since she's not covering the event for press purposes. Girl meets cute girl that can drink Girl under the table. Girl leaves co-worker in the weeds to do something, or someone, far more interesting. Girl wakes up in an apartment that isn't her own and decides the best thing to do is to simply leave before anyone gets hurt. Because someone always got hurt in these things, be it the one who expected more than a one night stand or the one who had to hurry and leave without making a sound and then trips and fucks up an ankle on the way out. Quinn Diamond was the master at the morning after departure.

Sure, she had had fun, that was largely the point of it all. But fun for a night quickly becomes awkward conversations, empty promises to keep in touch, and the magic of that one night gone when both parties see what waits for them behind the curtain. This wasn't romance. Quinn knew that the girl wasn't her type as soon as she started talking about how her favorite documentary was King of Kong, because the mention of Quinn's education came up in-between the buzzed flirting and the discussion about jobs. Quinn knew this person wouldn't satisfy anything deeper than the physical, and that was fine. It was what it was.

But as she squeezed herself into the same pair of ratty jeans and her inside out shirt bought down at a Goodwill, she was stopped dead in her tracks by a pair of glassy green eyes looking back at her as soon as she entered the living room. It had to be a dog. A small one, but a dog all the same. "Be cool, would you?" Quinn asked the pet who simply tilted its head to the side. That seemed as good a sign as any for Quinn to make haste towards the exit. But as soon as her hand reached the doorknob, out came a shrill barking. Damn thing probably thought it was time for the morning walk. "Traitor."

There came a stirring from the direction of the bedroom and a morning voice calling for Quinn's name. But it fell on deaf, barking ears as Quinn could not have left the apartment any quicker.

It was a short jaunt down the stairs until she was out on the streets of New York City, her second home; that smell in the air was probably unhealthy but damn if she didn't enjoy stopping to take it all in. It was worth associating with the waspy sorts of the Upper East Side if it meant living in the heartbeat of the east coast. After taking in the smell of urban living, Quinn pulled a cigarette from her jeans pocket and lit it, taking a heavy drag before starting on her way. She had to get back, had to change, had to clean, had to show up for damn classes, had to submit her homework assignment that she absolutely hated. The subway would be her chariot and the colorful people her partners.

'Keep me searchin' for a heart of gold, and I'm gettin' old' Quinn's phone rang, interrupting her cigarette. She let the ringtone play a moment before answering.

Of course it was her co worker she ditched the previous night. And of course she was not exactly thrilled.

"Not really my problem, Kris, I'm not a journalist. How hard is it to write about a couple of beers? Shit I could do that and I don't have a journalism degree. What? Dream Up? No, I wasn't...fine. No promises. Whatever." After almost getting chewed out Quin clicked her phone off with a sigh just before taking another drag on her cigarette.

An addition to the day. She'd have to make time to attend some festival of sorts. Sort of penance for her vanishing at the beer samplings. Who knows. It might wind up worth it, or it would simply remind Quinn that it should be her work that people are performing. Either way, it was better than the alternative of spending the night struggling to put pen to paper yet again.

Quinn Diamond was sure to have an eventful day. As any other day in New York City.

The Strangers Programme Interest Check

Yes.

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

It's up it's up x.x

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Nicolas

It's a sad day at school when the most eventful thing that happens is a random encounter with a fellow staff member that clearly couldn't think of anything worse than to be around him, and yet that was a perfect summation of Nicolas' day. Sad. Uneventful. Boring. Students flocking to him for advice on topics he was woefully unqualified to discuss, the rest of the office staff on his case for his lengthy lunch yet again, and a meeting with Eric that left both of them exhausted. Nicolas was grateful to have the job, all things considered given his last teaching gig's rather...dramatic ending, but it was often a toll on his well being. Most of the time these kids didn't need guidance. They needed an education and a hint of common sense, which only said to Nicolas that some of the teachers were doing their students a disservice.

He wouldn't name any names, of course. Not during school hours anyway.

It always amazed Nico how quickly the school emptied when the final bell rang. Students took forever going from class to class and yet as soon as the day was done they were gone home in the blink of an eye. Sure, some stayed behind for clubs or activities but it was still impressive how the halls could be so still. So quiet. So...lifeless. It was actually quite nice. Nico had his attache case in hand as he left the guidance office with a bit of a spring to his step and a whistle in his head. His feet clapped down the hallway towards the exit out to the staff parking lot.

And he almost made it without incident.

It wasn't a scream that Nico heard but a laugh, and not a laugh of someone who had just heard a very clever, very racy joke, but the laugh of someone up to no good. He followed his ears and rounded a corner only to wish he had seen something else. Anything else. Six students doing something far, far worse than bullying to a target far, far worse than a student. It didn't look good from where he was standing, though it would never look good from any angle.

"What's the matter, boys?" Nico announced his presence to the six with the same sort of casual smugness that made up his regular attitude. "The cheer-leading squad rejected the bench-warmers? That's not Mr. Walker's fault, now is it? Though I wonder what the coach would say to this? Surely he'd not want a bunch of...miscreants sullying the uniform let alone warming the bench. Or perhaps I should call the police liaison, see what the charge is for assault? You might wish you were in detention then. Two options here, boys. You step away and we call your parents like responsible people...or I get the proper authorities on the line and they call your parents. And I'm much more cordial on the phone."

Nico had to restrain himself, the hand not holding his case was balled into a fist. But as much as he wanted to...he couldn't. Not again.

With Friends Like These: A Slice of Life RP Inspired by the Sitcom, Friends

I'm fine with whoever, really. I know that's not helpful but...just throwing it out there

My High School Life is Filled With Magic!: A semi-comedic magical school RP

@VitaVitaAR This is the part where I admit that I misread and thought Hayakawa had already left the scene.

Mea culpa.

My High School Life is Filled With Magic!: A semi-comedic magical school RP

There were doubts in Dijah's mind regarding the claims of sitting on the floor being anything other than fun. What other reason could possibly drive someone to be there and to stay there. Dijah sat on the floor frequently back home, but that was more earthy and was often around a communal fire. The floor of the school, however, was nowhere near the same quality as the grass, dirt, earth, and ground. But if the nekochan said that it wasn't for fun then Dijah would have no option but to take her at her word.

"Is no fun, but then why are you red now, nekochan?" Clearly Dijah didn't seem to hear the part about Hayakawa not wanting to be called that, either that or she just plum didn't care. "Is fever, yes? Floor here is very cold, no good for sitting." Dijah gently pounds her fist into her open palm as an idea filtered into her head. "I make you tea, yes? For your cold. It will return color to your cheeks, nekochan!"

In Dijah's mind, it seemed like a good idea.

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@reiko Oh that's right, it was that other David O Russell movie that isn't as good as Three Kings or Huckabees. Still a garbage win, though.