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[ID: Digital art that has been broken up into four panels. It is of a person wearing a long blue coat and blue pants with a green backpack, with long black hair and a pale face. They are reaching out to a white, translucent figure next to them. The background gives a vague impression of a field, and blue and purple night sky. White text has been added that reads, “Is it haunting? If I’m the one leaving open a crack in the window.” END ID]
where : outside the kkg haunted house when : around 8pm, night who : open starter
she breathed in through her nose, counting to four. the next count of seven, while she holds, feels like it goes on forever. then release. quinn exhales, allowing the air to whistle on her lips. eight counts this time. she repeated the process. after a few goes the sophomore feels like she can finally open her eyes. from the grass, quinn sees someone looming over her immediately. "come to gloat?" she croaked, panic keeping its vice grip on her throat.
a freshman approaches her with a green glow stick. quinn politely declines, waving her hand to shoo them away; bravado she would later come to regret. she enters with the confidence she was born into. a steadfast belief she's above it all— you know the type: everyone else but me. exclusivity from human frailty. closer to god than man. it was the morrison way and quinn was not immune.
at first, she's presented with options: a staircase with a ghoulish figure looming and a claustrophobic hallway of chains. she would rather take on an opponent she can see so she chooses the stairs. as expected, the robed figure lunges at her as she reaches the top. she pushes back, laughing. this wasn't scary. this was corny. this was camp. it was a kkg event after all. she should have known to lower her expectations.
quinn has little interest in the party laying ahead; the same as every year before. in fact, she's only making an appearance because that was what was expected of the greek letters. for all the rivalry between them, they made sure to show up to each other's occasions as a point of cooperation. she was tri delt's vice president of recruitment, so personal choice was outside the equation. she did her best not to be the rain on everyone's parade... by this point in the halloween season, in all honesty, her social battery was draining fast.
she moves forward through the haunted house, coiled hair bouncing on her proud shoulders. the sophomore finds herself in an empty room. her first impression? apathetic. the room is wallpapered white with some pictures plastered on top. she gets closer. curiosity, as usual, reaping bitter fruit.
she recognises a word emblazoned over and over again in bold block letters.
MISSING
the brunette steps back, first in shock, then again in disgust. a weight drops in her abdomen. with a nauseous gulp, she turns and walks out as fast as her tiny frame is able. blinded by revulsion, quinn opens the next door she sees, hoping for an exit. she isn't paying attention. the memory of greer is suffocating her senses just enough for idle complacency to mutate into foolishness. this next room is pitch black and out from the shadows comes a paunchy man dressed as a clown — face paint and all. he makes a grab for her. quinn screams.
by the time she runs all the way back to the entrance she's pale and clammy. she falters over the front step, vision blurred, and vomits. exorcist-style.
Haley Lu Richardson and Jessica Sula via haleyluhoo Instagram stories, 09/12/2022.
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?"
leakywright·:
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it was obvious leaky was being a nuisance. he should just call it a day and run a lap or two to relieve himself of this nervous energy. but instead he just plastered on a smile at quinn’s request. “are you forreal? cause i can do that. easy. you just gotta come out and support me alright? maybe bring a sign, chant my name, that’s the only way we can guarantee a win.” he teased, leaning back with a nod. “cool, cool, i’ll stop fidgeting…now.” glancing at his watch he timed it was the clock hit 0 and sat back. but within a few moments his leg was bouncing, his fingers tapping against his knee and his teeth chewing at his bottom lip as he tried his hardest to keep as still and as quiet as possible.
“i…this is harder than i thought.” he leaned over and whispered to her after about a minute.
"i'll do it all." she agreed and with his confirmation, went back to her work. or at least she tried. it wasn't long before he was making noise again — her pen hadn't even touched the paper yet. quinn put it down and nestled her head into her hands. she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. was he annoying? yes. was her mood his fault? no. she was tired and emotional well before he turned up. she came up for air just as he leaned over. "yeah." she agreed and sat back. "i'm quinn, by the way. you are?"
bvwie·:
— 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍
WHERE right outside of the linden dorms
“ shh, please, be quiet — ” he desperately whispers into his backpack, which was now being carried at the very front of him, with the bag facing wherever he was walking. but it was as if bowie was just talking to a helpless baby animal, the kitten hidden in his backpack only meowed louder back in response. maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. he stops in his tracks, when he realizes that he was about to walk into someone else. “ shit, sorry — ” and just as he began to apologize, the kitten meowed from the half open bag once again. he looked straight at the person in front of him. “ — don’t mind that, that’s just… my alarm. going off. i like to wake up to meows. ” he says confidently, as though that wasn’t the stupidest strain of words to leave his lips. “ on a very separate, hypothetical note… is it a Big Ogden Crime if i try to sneak a pet into the dorms ? i’m asking for my friend. ” at this point, he’d given up, a grin already making its way onto his lips.
quinn swivelled, ready to apologise in return, when she registered that it was bowie. she was just about to ask how his day was going when a noise escaped his bag. was that... a meow? she peered at the backpack. "alarm, huh?" quinn humoured him. "totally hypothetically — kinda. definitely a health violation. possibly a suspension. that wouldn't be something you were thinking of doing, would it?"
OVERVIEW
NAME: quinn morrison AGE: twenty two GENDER: cis woman PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: seemingly straight, hasn’t actually confirmed or denied anything ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic HEIGHT: 5′3″ and she hates it NATIONALITY: american CURRENT RESIDENCE: her own apartment not far from campus MBTI: intj-t ZODIAC SIGN: cancer MAJOR: pre-med HOBBIES: violin, orchestra, volleyball, baking, knitting, judging SKILLS: organising anything, always has a spare pen, mental arithmetic, makes a great coffee, conversation starter, steady hands, quick reflexes, figure skater, touch typist, speed knitter LANGUAGES: this is quinn’s academic achilles heel, she has basic latin SCARS: none TATTOOS: see her naked and find out TAKES MEDICATION: yes NICKNAMES: quinneth (like kenneth), Q TROPE: the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES: here BIRTHDAY: 14th of july, 2000 STAR CHART: here DEGREE: pre-med YEAR: sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS: women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN: the morrison family SIBLINGS: one older paternal half brother, blake jr., one younger sister, slater PARENTS: blake and sade morrison HOMETOWN: noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC: a mix of vibrant and pastel academia POSITIVE TRAITS: driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS: stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION: spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series) PINTEREST: here
QUINN IN THE KITCHEN...
FAVOURITE FOOD: cinnamon buns
GOOD AT COOKING: yes
HOW SO: baking was how she bonded with her mother
LEAVES THE DISHES OUT: absolutely not
FOOD IN THEIR FRIDGE: vegan protein snacks, eggs, suspiciously organised tupperware, cold brew, milk
DO THEY GET TAKE OUT OFTEN: yes, when it comes to main meals/savoury food she eats out
LIVING ROOM...
SPENDS THE WEEKENDS: studying as much as she can, duh
WHAT KIND OF MOVIES DO THEY WATCH: she's a sucker for old disney
WHAT DO THEY DO WITH FRIENDS: be the mom of the group mostly
FAVOURITE PASTTIME: knitting / crochet
FAVOURITE TV SHOW: botched
BATHROOM...
PREPARES IN THE MORNING: wake up with the sun, shower, meditate, coffee
SINGS IN THE SHOWER: she hums
PRODUCTS SMELL LIKE: oranges and cinnamon
ARE THEY CLEAN: yes, though she has been known to let it slip in exam season
TOWELS: pink cotton with a high thread count
BEDROOM...
SLEEPS: on her back within a strict schedule for eight hours (because even rest can be perfected)
PJS: usually a matching silk camisole and shorts two piece
SOCKS WHILE SLEEPING: yes, knitted ones she makes
DREAMS: barely remembers them
TIDY: yes but she has a housekeeper
ARE THEY AFFECTIONATE: yes
ATTIC...
WHAT ARE THEY AFRAID OF: being ignored, shame, clowns
BAD MEMORIES: tucked away, hidden and denied
ROLE IN A HORROR MOVIE: the sensible expert who dies in the sequel
HOW DO THEY HIDE THEIR SECRETS: by being the cliché everyone expects
QUINN'S CHILDHOOD & FAMILY
quinn was born at the height of summer in an exclusive new york private hospital, the first child of her parents' new marriage. she was planned perfectly; exactly eleven months after their wedding ceremony. she has always got on with her mother, both equally studious and stubborn. her father, on the other hand, wanted another son and has never been afraid to make that clear. the spare to the heir, if you will. his first son to his first wife is the apple of his eye. even named after him. this is where quinn's endless need for approval started. it was a stable home but she has never felt like she was enough. several digits of trust fund has made no difference.
QUINN'S RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER
they were shoved together from the start, being so close in age. it was like the wider family wanted them to be surrogate sisters. this started off great, when their life was simpler, a close childhood bond of two girls with the world at their feet. but as hormones hit, so did resentments. greer became popular and beloved. quinn stayed scholarly and rigid. she worked hard for every piece of credit she got while her cousin just had to smile and bat her lashes. on the outside, they've always been friendly. family is family and nobody fakes it up for the public like the morrison's do. any fight that's happened has been quickly hushed. those who know them better, though, have seen the pointed knives sheathed between honeyed words.
FACTS
almost always has her nose in a book when alone
the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it
travelled before enrolling in college
top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge
peak girly
obsessive note taker and stationary collector
fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks
needs approval like plants need water
second-in-command syndrome
secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books
the notion app rules her life
being a morrison, she has money to burn
cooks and bakes to unwind
falls asleep to nature documentaries
QUINN’S BIOGRAPHY ※ QUINN’S PLAYLIST
OOC
annie, 26, gmt. she/they. no triggers.
aceofportsmouth·:
He laid his head on the pool edge, looking up at Quinn with a soft smile. “I’m a tad jealous. I don’t have any cousins.” Booker shared. “My brother and sisters are great, but it’d be nice to have some outside of my immediate family, you know?” Sharing helped with finding common ground. Booker thought of himself as an open book, if that book had sentences with whited-out sections. “Greer seemed like a party girl. Do you think she would be proud of this event? Or would you like to talk about something else?” Booker added, blinking innocently. “I think we have some classes together. If you’d like to discuss classes, who doesn’t love talking about medicine, right?”
her eyes narrowed conspicuously as he reeled off question after question. she didn't even know this guy's name and here he was, prepped for an interview. quinn didn't know if it was recent events with greer, being forced to be at this stupid party or her morrison upbringing but it put her back up. what was his deal? she tried to turn the conversation around. "do we? what's your major?"
ironlvngs·:
they really began to rack their mind through every trick that he learned throughout the years trying to figure out where she was going to go with this as she led them towards the showers. and then when she turned the tap on, explaining to him exactly how it would work. as she explained, he found himself grinning at her. “ and if you ever wonder why i’ve been so deeply attracted to you, morrison, do remember this moment. ” he says as he puts the cigarette up to his lips, offering to light hers first before going for his. “ so, why are you hiding in here ? ”
—she held the cigarette between her forefinger and middle and leaned forward to the flame, wrapping her lips around the filter and inhaling. the paper and tobacco crackled and the ember took. quinn's eyes flicked up to them, the green in her hazel eyes brighter in her purple ensemble. "you're attracted to anything you can't have, link..." the blonde answered after exhaling a stream of smoke. at least, that was her running theory, if it were true to begin with. "who's hiding?"
kitkallberg·:
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Of course not followed by Quinn gesturing over her shoulder. Kit didn’t know what to believe. His face crumpled in confusion. “Uhh no,” he answered. “I mean, it was a beach ball so it’s not like I’m injured. It hurt just a bit.” Whoever whacked that ball had some serious fire in their palms. He continued to rub the back of his head for a moment more before dropping his hand to his side. “But uh, hey,” he greeted. “Are you…” Having a good time? No, that wasn’t the right thing to ask. “You’re here,” he decided to say instead. A bit surprised Quinn showed up at all.
—quinn tittered. "no shit, sherlock." you're here. she'd forgotten how completely awkward kit could be. he got away with it, too; a puppy transfigured into a six-foot-something beefcake. if she ever let herself, quinn would miss the friendship they had struck up when he first arrived. but she was quinn morrison and she didn't do that. at least, that's what she told herself. "got to be. what if your girl shows up?" she asked with a bitter rhetoric.
aceofportsmouth·:
He kept smiling. She wouldn’t break his exterior. “Personally, I wouldn’t have put something like this on, but I didn’t know Greer too well. Was she the type to want the party to keep going?” Booker inquired. Greer was still an enigma to him. Despite nothing being revealed by her, their brief encounters were memorable. Her cousin surely knew her better than he did. “She seemed cool. Were you both close?” Booker didn’t have any cousins, but he would like to think if he did they would be close.
quinn shrugged. "she is the type, to be honest, but greer's never exactly been known for making the best decisions." at least to anyone who could think independently of the golden girl's influence, she thought to herself. "and we are. we were. well, as close as any relatives around the same age could be. we grew up together, went to the same schools, spent breaks with our family. i think we just eventually grew up to be very different people with very different interests." the blonde touted the same vague answers everybody knew to the stranger.
