Where   :   Outside   The   Kkg   Haunted   House When   :   Around   8pm,   Night Who   :

𝕨𝕙𝕠      open starter ( limited to three threads, fcfs ) 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖  the pool party 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟    the midst of the evening

she batted the inflatable beach ball before it could hit her face. quinn had no time to build momentum, nor jump, but she could do just enough to stop herself becoming its target. unfortunately for the people near her— the result of her muscle memory and instinct from years of volleyball meant that one of them would be. as the sphere smacked off the back of someone’s head and they started to turn, the short blonde winced. if you were stood close enough, you’d have heard quinn mutter “shit.” under her breath.

kitkallberg·:

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Bonk! The impact of whatever that was knocked Kit’s head forward, the sudden movement uncomfortable on his neck. “Ow…” From the sound of the thump, he was guessing what assaulted him was one of those beach balls people were throwing around. His hand sought the place where it struck, fingers rubbing at the base of his skull. Who the heck? He turned around. A look of surprise bloomed on his features when he saw who the culprit was. Or at least strongly might have been. “Quinn, was that you?” Even under the influence of something, Kit knew to be doubtful. Quinn wasn’t exactly the type after all.

               she   blinked   incredulously   in   response   to   kit's   query   and   then,   for   dramatic   effect,   turned   to   look   behind   herself   while   laying   her   palm   over   her   sternum.   "who   —   me?"   the   blonde   continued,   "of   course   not."   being   the   ever-confident   liar   she   was,   quinn   took   the   hand   from   her   chest   and   used   it   to   point   behind   her   shoulder.   "i'm   sure   it   came   from   over   there.   are   you   injured?"

LEAKY·:

open starter where: library  when: tuesday oct 18 morning

he was supposed to be writing an essay. and usually leaky had no problem with his homework, ecological ethics was actually one of his favorite classes. but it was game day, and it was always harder to concentrate on game day. so there he sat, fake tapping away at his computer at the shared table of the library commons. every sound caught his attention, causing him to look around, trying to catch anyone’s eye to use as an excuse. and finally he decided to give in, leaning toward the other that sat at the table careful keep his voice low cause in all honesty he was a bit afraid of the librarians. “psst, hey, hey.” he tapped his fingers against the wood. “are you going to the game tonight?” he smiled brightly at them. 

               —she   went   to   take   note,   recalling   part   of   the   passage   from   the   book   to   her   right   with   her   pen   and   paper   to   the   left,   and   there   it   was   again.   click   clack   click   clack   click.   the   nib   stuttered   on   the   page   and   then   stopped   before   quinn   looked   up.   she   reminded   her   face   not   to   look   as   exasperated   as   she   felt,   hoping   the   gaze   alone   would   send   the   message   their   noise   was   breaking   her   concentration.   he   wasn't   looking.   of   course.   quinn   put   her   head   down   and   had   just   gone   back   to   her   work   when   the   other   whispered   for   her   attention.   she   groaned.

"no   but   i'll   cut   you   a   deal.  you   stop   fidgeting   for   longer   than   five   minutes   and   i'll   go   to   any   game   you   want."

isabellafm​:

Bella stopped in her tracks, sighing, rolling her eyes, the works because, oh my god — “Proud of you for your good deed, Sandra Dee, but that’s totally not mine.” She poked her head towards the pencil case in Quinn’s hand; it was a tacky orange color, completely outside of her color scheme, and god forbid she ever used mechanical pencils. Good lord. “Though, I’m not against opening it up and digging through. Might be some goodies inside, y’know?” 

          ———      ⁂      Quinn blinked at being called Sandra Dee. She'd heard it before. Her jaw clenched, wanting to react but knowing it wasn't worth it with Bella. ❝ Oh, ❞ she held back. The pencil case had been sitting by Bella in the library but must've been left before she arrived. Quinn pulled her arm in and held the item close to her chest, pulling a frown at the fellow legacy. ❝ I think not. ❞

BROOKLYN NINE NINE SEASON 4 EPISODE 16

parisadavani·:

closed starter for @quinneths· when: tuesday, october 25th; early in the night where: on the bleachers by the school pool

“Here, try this,” Parisa encouraged, passing a cup to Quinn as she sat down next to the blonde. “Sprite, lemonade, and grenadine. I wish these events catered more to us,” she mentioned with a pout, at least glad that Quinn was also interested in mocktails. “You look stunning, by the way. Purple is an excellent choice.” The color of royalty, a subtlety that may have gotten to Greer had she been at her own birthday party. “It’s certainly a choice to have a party on a school night, but I guess Greer would’ve had it no other way. Are you planning on taking a dip in the pool?”

               she   took   the   drink   but   hesitated   putting   it   to   her   lips,   ever   wary   of   accidental   spiking,   until   parisa   confirmed   its   ingredients.   the   pair   often   gravitated   towards   each   other   at   events   like   this.   they   both   abstained   from   alcohol   and   neither   asked   those   irritating   questions   on   the   matter   of   each   other.   the   scent   of   pomegranate   and   lemons   flirted   with   quinn’s   nose   and   she   took   a   sip.   she   thought   sprite   and   lemonade   were   essentially   the   same   but   it   tasted   pleasant   enough.   

               the   blonde   got   more   comfortable   against   the   velvet   two   seater,   not   once   questioning   the   mystery   of   how   it   ended   up   in   the   natatorium. “the   birthday   girl   isn’t   here   to   persuade   me,”   quinn   answered,   a   little   spite   in   her   tone.   “so   that   would   be   a   no.   please   don’t   tell   me   you   are…   god   knows   if   anyone’s   showered.”

ironlvngs·:

     instead of denying, he shrugs at her — he’s never denied the attraction he’s had to her before. to her face, at least… in front of greer ? well, he had to keep up appearances, no ? plus, the ongoing illusion of what’s going on between greer and link ?? would be shattered, if he publicly went for her cousin. “ it’s human nature, isn’t it ? why are we constantly breaking the rules otherwise ? besides that, though, you hold your head up high. that’s attractive. ” he responds, leaning back against the wall after exhaling his smoke into the running water. “ well, you’re in this locker room alone.. in the middle of the party. planning a costume change or hiding ? can’t be anything else. ”

               she   smiled   coyly.   "i   was   waiting   for   someone   interesting   to   show   up,   and   they   did,   but   i'm   appalled   by   your   lack   of   imagination."   quinn   stubbed   her   half-smoked   cigarette   out   on   the   white   tile;   it   hissed   against   the   moisture   as   it   died.   before   she   could   think   herself   out   of   it,   quinn   nimbly   swung   herself   over   his   lap   so   that   she   was   straddled   on   top.   the   skin   of   her   thighs   met   his   jeans   and   she   hoped   she   had   picked   the   right   moment   to   make   a   move.   as   her   hands   weaved   lightly   behind   link's   neck,   she   looked   into   his   eyes   and   thought   of   all   the   late   nights   he   left   her   on   read.   all   the   contemptible   craving,   despite   her   better   judgement.   "don't   you   know   how   much   fun   a   woman   can   have   while   everyone   thinks   she's   alone?"