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Hiatus

So this account will be going on hiatus. I've lost my muse for Quinn. My main character has sort of just taken over my life and I have school bothering me and stuff.

I don't know how long this blog will be on hiatus but if you want to continuing talking to Quinn you can send me and ask and I'll give you my main account.

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kay I sent it again. if you don't get it let me know!

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Quinn giggled. It wasn't her fault. She had never been good with listening to instructions. Dropping her hand she leaned back in her seat and watched Liam teach for a bit. She didn't stay quiet long. She was bored. Her hand went up again. "Liam! I have another question!" Quinn said drawing all the eyes to her. 

Liam glared at her and shook his head. “No, This is math” He mumbled and looked at Luke. “Yes?” He whispered and listened to his question. “Student teacher in training, training her to keep her mouths hut when I told her not to speak” He mumbled and turned around to the board.

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Quinn frowned, had she been mumbling again. Miss Battranam had taught her better than to mutter and sit straight of you'll become the hunchback. That lady did wonders for a little girl's confidence. "Sorry was I being to forward again?" Quinn asked, sounding almost meek about her words. She was good at pretending to be a lady. Another thing Miss Battranam had taught her.

"I had noticed your accent and I was trying to pinpoint where it might be from." She muttered as she took another sip from her glass. She should just give up on trying to make conversation already. She was only good at conversation where she was getting something out of it.

Train Rides Home || Getting in the Christmas Spirit

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Quinn watched the girl leave and tried to fight of her curiosity. She didn't win. So as she wandered her way to the back of the house, she paused at the window. This ghost was exactly had Quinn had imagined most ghost. Covered in blood, fucked up and screwing with alive people. It was kind of nice. 

She watched the girl yell at the neighbors house and she was hit by a wave of boredom. She hadn't expected that. She hadn't expected the creeping darkness to suddenly take over and whisper in her ear. Sure she was met by a girl covered in blood and it was pretty and all but that hardly scratched the surface of what she wanted. She had wanted so much more. So much better. She hadn't gotten it.

The darkness whispered. Do something about it. You're a big girl. Take what you want. What had she wanted? She wanted to stain her hands with someone's blood. Do it. That's when Quinn noticed the knife beside her. It was just a regular kitchen knife, but something about it made it the prettiest thing thing her eyes had laid on.

Smiling she picked it up as her feet carried her out into the backyard. Her eyes landed on the blonde covered in blood. But that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't care for killing a ghost. Not yet at least. She wanted real blood on her hands. So when the neighbor popped her head out, Quinn smiled. She would be perfect.

She watched the two blondes interact slipping the thin knife up her sleeve as she stepped closer to her. The smile widened on her face as the lady stepped out of her house to stand in her backyard. Perfect she wouldn't have to deal with a ghost leftover.

"Hello there neighbor, I've just moved in and I wanted to bring you a welcoming gift!" Quinn called moving past the ghost like she wasn't even there.

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        Don’t mistake it for concern now. That’s hardly why she’s telling her to be careful. No, the house is just too damn crowded as it is, and she doesn’t think they need yet another ghostie to be floating around. The woman seems nice enough, but so did Tate and he’s hardly what one would describe as a ‘good person’. She’d rather not take her chances, thank you very much.

             She gives the heart a squeeze and rolls it about the bag, amuses herself with it for a moment. She likes the noises it makes, especially when she ripped it from Travis’s ribcage prison. The look on his face was better, the shock and betrayal and overall hurt. Perhaps he thought they were friends. But, boy, was he wrong.

                        She doesn’t have friends.

     ”You can come if you want. It’s sure to be… interesting.” An audience would make the whole show so much better, the look of horror and the sudden crack of anger in the air would be so much sweeter. Be warned, though, she’s playing with fire and she has every intention of getting burned. Wouldn’t want you getting caught in the flames, now would we?

                She steps out of the house and into the spacious backyard, happy with California’s heat for once. Had she been in Boston, she’d have frozen by now. Her clothes are clinging to her frame, blood doing wonders to show off her figure and raise her susceptibility to the weather.

                                                                                                                        "Hey, Constance!"

               She wonders if the bitch will even come to see what she wants.

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Smiling as she removed the shirt from the beautiful body Quinn looked up to Caleb. She knew that they didn't know each other for long. But they had chemistry. There was something in her drawn to the man and she wanted to feel his body move with her's. Her finger traced his lips briefly before she moved his hand back to her waist.

"Help me?" She cooed up to the man.

Kisses you. ((Pass it on the the first ten on your dash)) Pulls away giggling, "Your beard tickles."

Caleb laughed a little, looking down at her. “Does it? Want me to shave and you try that again?”

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Quinn smiled as she hurried over to the chair. As the students poured in she just barely contained a squeal at the look Liam sent to his little boy. Men were too cute sometime. Raising her hand like a student Quinn started talking even though she said she wouldn't. "So what class is this, sex ed?"

Liam stared at her and nodded. “Fine, just sit over there” He pointed to the chair next to his desk, hearing the bell. All the kids came in, already feeling Luke’s eyes on him. He looked around the room and smiled lightly back at Luke.

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Quinn smiled at the girl who offered her a glass and napkin. Wasn't this classy? Pouring herself a glass, she wondered if it would be rude not to offer the other woman some. But she only had one glass. She lifted the bottle in offering to the other woman as she placed it in the seat beside her and patted at her dress.

"Cardiff?" She echoed a smile coming to her face. "Perfect, that's one of the places I wanted to go." Quinn said happily. It was always so much more fun travelling alone then it was with the few people she called family. Looking up at the redhead as she gave up with the stain she took a sip from her glass. "You must be from order here." Quinn said. She loved playing stop the accent. Sucked at it but still gave it a try.

Train Rides Home || Getting in the Christmas Spirit

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She nodded at his words. She was momentarily surprised that he wanted to paint her. But she had never been painted before. The only issue she really say with the idea was that she was going to have to sit still. She had never been good at sitting still. That's why schools never liked her. But something in her knew that if Caleb asked her too she would try her hardest to sit still.

She watched him untuck his hair and she released his hand to run her fingers through the ends of his hair. It was super soft. Just like she had thought it would be. Releasing his other hand she buried both of her hands into his hair, her nail skimming his scalp. Looking up at him she smiled.

They had chemistry. She couldn't deny it. The way he laughed made shivers race down her spine and his smile cold melt ice it was so beautiful. Even standing here looking up at him, she wanted to kiss him. She wanted to know what he tasted like she wanted to know ever part of his body. But most of all she wanted to trust him. She dropped her eyes suddenly and her eyes fell from his hair to his shoulders. "It's a date then." She muttered, sending him a smile. "I'll wear my nicest clothes so that you can paint a picture of me."

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  He nodded to her suggestion. That sounded like a definite plan. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he let a smile fill his lips. “Or maybe one day I could paint you?” He said with a small laugh following the words. He would have liked that, capturing the features on canvas, the way she looked at him. That was something to capture.

At her request a small chuckle escaped his lips and he gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Sure.” He replied with a nod, lifting one hand to untuck it from his back. He gave her a smile and stood there allowing her to do what she pleased.

But as he looked into her eyes while she stood there he felt himself want to know her, want to know what was floating behind those eyes. Would she allow it, he wondered or would it simply because one of those fleeting interests?

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Quinn jerked at the sudden stop of the train and the liquid sloshed from her bottle and landed on her. She looked down at her clothes, "Fuck, I liked this dress." Sighing Quinn glanced over to the girl. She had noticed she was here and had stopped sighing. Fleetingly Quinn missed it. She had a nice voice.

Sending the girl a small Quinn tried to remember her rules. "A glass would be lovely." Quinn muttered laughing a little. "A napkin would be so much better." She said looking down at her black dress it was a good thing she wasn't wearing white. She would have cried. Shrugging she took another swing from her bottle. If she was going to have a crap day, she might as well try and be drunk for the rest of it. Glancing over to the girl Quinn wondered why she was on such an early train. Not many normal people did that. "So do you know where this train is going?" Quinn asked, remembering that she was lost. Some people wouldn't randomly pick a train and walk onto it without knowing where it was going. But some people weren't Quinn.

Train Rides Home || Getting in the Christmas Spirit

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Quinn had been assigned to be someone's assistant for a day. It was some man who had a lot of money and influence. But she was given a name. So she had been blindsided when she entered the room without knock and was met with the gorgeous sight of Jim Moriarty. "You're James Moriarty." She said though it sounded more like a question.

         —Apparently it’s time to organize a few presents and Christmas cards for employees and clients. Not that I’m into any of this stuff but I suppose I want to stick with this tradition nevertheless.

     How boring.

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She was lost. It was no surprise to her. Every other day she was lost. But now she was lost in England and she was supposed to be going to a party that night...or the next morning. God, she hated travelling some days. Finding and empty seat Quinn through herself into the chair. She needed to be drunk. Pulling out a bottle of wine from her purse she uncorked it and took a swing.

She was going to have to stop carrying wine in her purse like that. But it wasn't her fault that she was too classy for a flask was it. Sighing to herself she took notice of the girl singing. That wouldn't do, if she was going to have a bitter Christmas, everyone else would have to suffer to. At least that's what she wanted. But she was too tired for that, so she merely took another swing of her wine.

Train Rides Home || Getting in the Christmas Spirit

London to Cardiff, Cardiff to London. It was a trip the Wanderer made almost once a week now, sometimes every other if she were lucky enough. Had her stability been a little better, she would have been using her Time Vortex manipulator to travel, but she’d always enjoyed the journey as much as she appreciated the arrival at her destination. 

She kicked her feet up so her toes were pressed up against the window ledge, using it as a foot rest as she sat back, music in, humming along with whatever played. “Ever since I could remember, everything inside of me, just wanted to fit in,” She sang along softly, “I was never one for pretenders, everything I tried to be, just wouldn’t settle in.” This time, she was going home, back to UNIT to collect her things and then hopefully find a way to spend this Christmas with her family. 

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Quinn smiled at the girl. "I hope so. I'm all kinds of lost." She muttered her eyes briefly scanning over her. She was a pretty one. She always ended up talking to the pretty ones it was her curse and that curse caused her to flirt. "Cutie, like you I bet you have a brain to go with that gorgeous face?"

Little ghost decided to pay a little visit back home to New Orleans and needless to say she’s feeling a lot better now. Old wounds are barely noticeable now and all emotions besides the usual aggression have been hidden away again.

                                                                     ”Can I help you?”

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Quinn noticed how the boy didn’t ask for her age. She thought it was cute that he knew not to ask a lady for her age. He was a proper gentleman. You didn't see those around so often and not bred so young. She was going to have to keep him around. Especially if he was always adorably flustered like he was now. Laughed at his question, Quinn shot him a smile. “It’ll be a surprised and I promise you'll love it." He was so adorable.

Bumping shoulders with him, Quinn decided it would be bet to know more things about Jamie, than just his name and age. He hardly knew about her and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. “I bet you are a lady killer.” Quinn told the boy sending him another bright smile. "Girls probably love who adorable you are."

Presses kiss to forehead. ((Pass it on the the first ten on your dash)) "When your legal and if you want some more, we could have so much fun."

I—uuhh—okay… *The words—if you could even call them that—stumbled from Jamie’s lips as he blinked round almond eyes rapidly. That was definitely not something that ever happened to him before and he was left dumbfound on how to react; Other then stuttering and looking like an overall fool*

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Quinn stood up and turned so fast she made herself dizzy. "OH MY GOD! That's so cute!" Quinn cooed as she clasped her hands together. "Slightly illegal, but cute!" She had to see it. She always was a sucker for a teacher student romance story. "You've got to let me stay. It'll be the cutest thing to witness. You won't even notice I'm here." Quinn said, begging just the slightest.

"No, Leave" He ordered as he grew more annoyed. The kids would be back in a few minutes,along with the 16 year old boy who has a helpless crush on him. "Please, look there’s a kid who really likes me and if he sees you, He’d hate me and I don’t need that"

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Quinn gasped, inappropriate? She had hardly even started. Smiling Quinn leaned back in her chair to look up at Liam. "Well since I'm no longer getting that job, you want me to show you how inappropriate my mouth can get."

Liam rolled his eyes and set his book down. “Ya can’t have the job with an innapropiate mouth like that, Thank you for your time” He stood up and went to the door. He takes his job very seriously, any other time he would’ve thought about it.