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Β Β Β Β Β βββ Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β Quinn Β grabbed Β it; Β quickly Β turning Β and Β calling Β out Β its Β owner's Β name. Β The Β library Β was Β lively Β today Β and Β she Β got Β a Β few Β looks. Β Still, Β none Β of Β those Β eyes Β belonged Β to Β who Β she Β was Β looking Β for. Β The Β sophomore Β crossed Β her Β arms Β over Β her Β chest Β and Β started Β walking Β to Β the Β double-doored Β exit. Β She Β liked Β attention. Β Not Β glares. Β Quinn Β popped Β her Β head Β past Β the Β frame, Β looking Β left, Β looking Β right. Β They Β hadn't Β gotten Β far. Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Hey!Β Β You forgot this.Β Β Β β
ironlvngsΒ·:
Β Β Β at her response, he holds his hand up to his heart, acting out as though he was pulling a dagger out of his chest, with a grin painted on his lips. he could tell that quinn never trusted him β she was a smart girl, and it didnβt surprise him that she chose not to trust him. but the suspicion grew when greer disappeared, and it got him beginning to wonder if she thought he had anything to do with that.Β
Β Β he reaches out his pack of cigarettes, gesturing for her to take one.Β β be my guest. iβm curious to see what trick that is β all of mine are limited to dorm room tricks, iβm afraid. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β "i Β doubt Β that." Β she Β added Β while Β walking Β over, Β taking Β a Β cigarette Β from Β the Β pack Β offered. Β quinn Β gestured Β for Β link Β to Β follow Β her Β and Β began Β leading Β them Β away Β from Β the Β main Β set Β of Β lockers Β and Β around Β the Β corner Β to Β a Β fully Β tiled Β shower Β area. Β there Β were Β some Β cubicles Β adjacent Β to Β the Β wall, Β for Β those Β who Β craved Β privacy, Β and Β for Β those Β who Β didn't;Β Β Β a Β typical Β offering Β of Β an Β open Β rectangle Β of Β densely Β packed Β riser Β rails. Β she Β twisted Β their Β dials Β one Β by Β one, Β being Β careful Β not Β to Β get Β splashed, Β and Β turned Β back Β to Β link Β with Β a Β cheeky Β smile Β before Β sitting Β in Β the Β middle Β of Β the Β short Β curb Β that Β acted Β as Β a Β dam Β for Β the Β run-off. Β "blow Β your Β smoke Β towards Β the Β running Β water. Β it Β dissipates Β it Β before Β it Β can Β reach Β the Β alarm Β out Β there Β and Β stops Β the Β smell Β from Β clinging."
kitkallbergΒ·:
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Bonk! The impact of whatever that was knocked Kitβs head forward, the sudden movement uncomfortable on his neck. βOwβ¦β 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. βQuinn, was that you?β Even under the influence of something, Kit knew to be doubtful. Quinn wasnβt exactly the type after all.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β she Β blinked Β incredulously Β in Β response Β to Β kit's Β query Β and Β then, Β for Β dramatic Β effect, Β turned Β to Β look Β behind Β herself Β while Β laying Β her Β palm Β over Β her Β sternum. Β "who Β β Β me?" Β the Β blonde Β continued, Β "of Β course Β not." Β being Β the Β ever-confident Β liar Β she Β was, Β quinn Β took Β the Β hand Β from Β her Β chest Β and Β used Β it Β to Β point Β behind Β her Β shoulder. Β "i'm Β sure Β it Β came Β from Β over Β there. Β are Β you Β injured?"
*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,
Catherine Chidgey, from 'Remote Sympathy'
quinn morrison, twenty two, pre-med
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