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
——— ⁂ ❝ CYP2D6 inhibitors. ❞ Quinn added, getting a nod from their Biochem professor. She zoned out from the open discussion then, her eyes wandering past the faces of her classmates until they landed on who had come to mind. She began running through a checklist and felt a familiar tug of concern. Not as many as a few days ago but still more than last week.
The dismissal of the class almost passed her by, forcing Quinn to pack her materials up in a rush to join the rest. With quick footwork she made up the distance. When at the front of the pack and alongside Courtney– otherwise affectionately known as Coco –she bumped shoulders with him.
❝ Well that’s 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. What a snoozefest. ❞
It was colder outside than Ollie had thought as he walked from the dorms to the nearby 7-11 to get a Big Gulp late at night, and back again. He’d spent more than enough time in his room, really only leaving for one of two reasons. Going to class, or visiting Monty(/replenishing his supply). But he couldn’t last all week in a dark room sitting in front of a computer screen working out this phone tracking issue, and sorting out any pre mid-term issues he was having before that time of the year came up out of no where, like it seemed to every year. It was one of the busiest times of the year for his business, but also one of the most lucrative, so he wouldn’t complain. It was nice to get some fresh air, despite the nearly freezing temperatures as he walked along the campus sidewalk back towards Waverly, chewing on the bright red straw from the large plastic cup in his hand, slowing when he started to notice foot steps behind him. “Please tell me you’re following me because you’re planning on stabbing me, that will solve so many of my problems,” he said, turning to see who it was behind him. “Please?”
——— ⁂ Quinn had spent the day now gone at her apartment in town. She needed to decompress. The amount of studying she was forcing herself to do wasn't healthy. She knew that, she did, and yet she carried on. Part of it was the same anxiety she had carried her whole life: that at some point, she would get complacent and fail horribly for everyone to see. She had come so close a few times. Mostly it was a distraction. If Quinn worked herself to the bone, there wouldn't be time to think about her missing cousin, the heightened public interest in her family, her tangled feelings. It had taken accidentally crashing in the library last night for her to finally take a day off. Was it a waste of a day? Absolutely. But that was what she needed. Challenging herself to a chocolate macaron recipe by Pierre Hermé, the sun had long set by the time she had 24 little iced meringues she was content enough with.
Walking back to campus, sealed tupperware hugged tightly in her arms, Quinn was wrapped in a thick woollen coat that grazed her ankles. She imagined she might cut an intimidating figure in the shadows if she wasn't the height of nothing. The sophomore hadn't noticed it was Ollie walking ahead of her until he turned around. She grinned.
❝ Would you like to bleed out fast and get it over with
or nice and slow so you can ponder over all your terrible life choices ? ❞
“Oh, shit.” Steps halted, he made a move to pat down his jean pockets, although it seemed pretty likely that the Juul she was holding out to him was indeed his – how many people plastered their vapes with Tweety Bird stickers? “Thanks. Another couple hours and I would’ve been spiraling into the painful grips of nicotine withdrawal,” Monty joked with a smile, somewhat surprised that Quinn of all people was the one to return it to him. She tended to be a hater of most things fun, and because of that, he clipped right along to ask, “Are you expecting a finder’s fee? ‘Cause I was just headed over to the campus café. That one librarian got on my ass about having open drinks around the books, again.”
——— ⁂ At his joke, Quinn raised a brow and smile. The expression was one of amusement, rather than judgement. She had learned by now that nagging Monty was the same as shouting at paint to dry. ❝ Of course not. If you want to die from lipoid pneumonia, that's between you and your poor lungs. I'll come for a coffee though. Hold on,❞ She held up a single finger to signal a minute.
❝ Just let me get my bag. ❞ The sophomore pushed in past the library's double doors.
who: open
where: the commons
when: tuesday, november 1st
the commons bustled with just about all of the energy one could expect after a night like halloween. that was to say, not that much. students mulled around the coffee shop, nursing hangovers and trying to finally jump start their day, now that it was past noon. and though parker had washed off all of the spare glitter and showered away all of the alcohol smell one possibly could, spiritually, she was right there with them. one knee bent towards her chest, she’d been curled into the far side of an otherwise vacant couch. red, now loose curls—the remnants of last night’s hairstyle—shielded her profile as she gazed down at a small stack of papers.
august 29th, the letters, the first day of school…
drawing and releasing a deep breath, parker rested her chin in the palm of her hand and looked up. eyes glazed over the space without much purpose until locking eyes with someone nearby. her head shook and eyes blinked, snapping out of her daze with quiet laughter. “hey,” parker called out, resting her forearms over the paper. “sorry, i’m lagging by, like… thirty seconds today.”
——— ⁂ Quinn's panic attacks had a certain rhythm. First - the freakout, the reaction, the fight or flight. Adrenaline keeping her buoyant through stormy waters. Then - the crash. After what was a horrible experience at KKG's Haunted House, she took an uber home and nosedived into bed. While her peers partied, she overslept, which she had to admit to herself was very Quinn Morrison.
She'd found herself a corner in The Commons and made a home of a grand leather armchair, an americano occupying one hand (in a reusable cup of course) and a book hinged open with the other. Her eyes were beginning to sting from reading. She looked up from the page and connected with Parker. The junior wasn't looking quite her usually pristine self. It was in the small details: slightly puffy eyes, fallen curls, no glow. Quinn smiled sympathetically.
——— ⁂ ❝ I know I shouldn't say this but did Greer really have to pick this year of all of them? It's just like her to disappear right when our professors are deciding what advanced classes we get to take. Freshman would've been so much more convenient... ❞
Quinn vented, clasping her glass of non-alcoholic rosé. She wouldn't say something so alarmingly coldhearted to anyone but Sloane— unless pushed. The pair had spent countless hours over the years privately shit talking their shared relative. It wasn't like The Golden Girl didn't deserve it. She had a part in making each of their lifes hell at times. Just as Quinn was about to talk, a waiter came over with menus. They said their thanks and she continued.
❝ Here I am going on about myself again. You don't care. How's film club going? ❞
