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will delete this later. but does anyone know how to get back to the old tumbler? i literally hate this new version its annoying me lol pls help. also like this for a closed starter with quinn
Quinn has heard of her before, she's heard of the blonde Sergeant who was a total badass and the brunette was quite jealous. She loved her Sergeant, he was family but sometimes Quinn wondered what it would be like if she picked something other than Homicide. Hearing the women's joke, the Detective laughed a little and nodded "You're only doing your jobs" Quinn said stupidly, but it was the truth and the thirty-one year old took a deep breath. "I'm quite clumsy, so it couldve easily been me. I'm always the first to get hurt on the job because I'm an idiot." Quinn admitted and then nodded her head "I think so, I'm not sure what the hell kids are talking like these days. I feel like theyre coming up with new things all the time and I can never ever keep track of it." Looking at the blonde again, Quinn smiled softly and nodded her head "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind and same goes to you. You know.. I never realized you lived in the same building as me." The women took her glasses off and then listened to when the other Detective said that she worked homicide “Wait.. you worked homicide? I didnt know that.”
For however long she's been there, that exact washing machine was always down and Quinn had told her landlord about it plenty of times but he never did anything. Finding a way to make it work again, Quinn kicked it once gently with her foot and then tapped the side of it "There. It should work. This one is kind of tricky, ive been telling the landlord about this one for ages." Quinn said, smiling a bit and then looked at the blonde "I'm Quinn."
It probably wasn't the smartest to mention that she was a Detective right away but Quinn wanted to make sure that the women knew that she and her squad would be coming in here often. Shaking the other brunette's hand, Quinn smiled and nodded her head "It's nice to meet you as well, Aurora. We both kind of have cool names." The thirty-one year old realized and then smiled and continued with "I mean, it's cool that you're the owner but please tell me you have bar tenders and everything like that? This place looks amazing so far." Not sure where she was going with this, Quinn shook her head and folded her arms across her chest "Ah how do you like the big apple? My tip for you is to stay safe and if you need anything, I have a card. I know how bars can get in this crazy city." The Detective looked around the place, she liked how quaint it was, the bar felt homey. “You live in Brooklyn or Manhattan?” Quinn questioned
Letting out a laugh, the brunette couldn't help but blush and then swallowed hard. Clearing her throat, Quinn nodded "Next time I'm here and you're here, I promise you can close it on me." She laughed a little again. Quinn hated the elevator with a burning passion, she was claustrophobic so being in small spaces were horrifying to her.
However it wasn't so bad with him standing next too her, Quinn looked at the male for a second and then listened to him talk "Are you into like the super old cameras that grandparents probably owned?" She questioned and then continued with "If I wasn't a Detective I'd probably be like a photographer or something. I used to take pictures all the time. I took a photography class in high school." Quinn said,as she realized she probably was talking too much
Quinn couldn't wait to see Elle. It's been such a long time and the brunette had so much to catch up on with her best friend. It was a tough day at work and all she wanted right now was a familiar face. Holding the bottle of wine in her hand, the detective realized she had smelt fresh paint, and to be honest the thirty-one year old used to love the smell of fresh paint.
As the door opened up, Quinn was simply embraced into a hug and the brunette smiled softly and hugged Elle back. "Hey you! It's been such a long fucking time. I can't believe you're finally here in Brooklyn." Quinn said excitedly and the detective handed her friend the bottle of wine and then nodded her head "Yup and we're gonna drink this whole bottle." Folding her arms across her chest, Quinn walked into the apartment and shook her head "You look perfect. Aren't these apartments so cute?" She questioned and then continued with "Tell me everything that's been going on with you. We need to catch up pronto." The brunette sat on the couch and looked at Elle, taking a deep breath and smiled again “I can’t believe that you’re here.”
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It's been a while since Quinn had last seen Elle. The brunette has known the women since college and their early twenties and Quinn considered Elle to be like her sister. She was happy that she convinced her to move to the same apartment building. After a long shift the brunette decided to go to Elle's apartment because she was bored and she also wanted to see her friend. Quinn walked up to apartment 502 with a bottle of wine and her cellphone in hand. Knocking on the door, Quinn smiled to herself "Elle! Open up! Its me!" @eleanorshq
Jamie leaned against the back wall of the elevator, arms laden down with a milk crate full of old cameras and assorted junk he’d picked up at a flea market when suddenly he caught a flash of motion. Someone rushing to get on the elevator as well, just as the doors began to slide shut. There was, as always, a brief second where he considered just letting the doors close, leaving the other person the options to wait, or take the stairs. Last time he’d done that, though, the girl he’d shafted had turned out to be his neighbor, and boy, did she remember that incident.
Not wanting to cause another feud, Jamie jerked away from the wall, shoving a leg out through the doors to trip the motion sensor before they closed all the way, muttering a harried ‘fuck, shit!’ under his breath as the stuff in his crate crashed together noisily.
The doors whispered back open, and Jamie let out a breath, taking his spot back up against the wall with the added comment, “Always kind of afraid I’m going to lose a limb doing that one day.”
Quinn was running late to work as usual. Already coming down once and almost half way out the door, the brunette forgot her badge and gun which was dumb of her because Quinn never forgot those things. Though for some reason she did and needing to go back up to grab them, Quinn turned around and walked back into her apartment.
Texting her squad that she was running a couple minutes late, the brunette opened the door to her apartment and saw that the elevator was open but wasn't paying attention. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her hair out of the way and finished texting her boss.
Watching as the man stood in the elevator, the brunette smiled softly but then looked down into the box as it made a bunch of noise. It looked like cool things and when the man said something, she smiled again and couldn't help but let out a laugh "Thank you.. for holding the door. I wasn't paying attention so you could've closed it. You a photographer or something?"
“Fuck.” Carrie muttered, yanking on the dryer door. She knew she should’ve done her laundry earlier and not the night before she had a big meeting with a producer, but procrastination had gotten the best of her and she’d found herself at 6 pm with no clean clothes, desperately shoving them into the machine. And now the dryer door was stuck again, and the blonde wanted to throw something. Standing up and crossing her arms, she crossed the laundry room to stick her head out of the door, looking desperately around for someone who could help. “Is anyone there? The dryer door is stuck!”
The one thing she hated most in the World was laundry. For some it was therapeutic but being as busy as she was the brunette could only do it when she'd fine the time. Always finding the time however, it always seemed to be when Quinn had felt exhausted. The laundry room in the basement of her apartment wasn't all that bad, though the dim lighting was terrible and sometimes it made her feel like she was in a horror movie. Finishing up her folding,Quinn couldn't help but hear another women's voice and turned around in the laundry room "I'm here. These stupid doors are always stuck. You need help?" She questioned and walked over
❝ HEY—— ARE YOU done reading that ? ❞ david was known ( or so he thought ) for casually striking up conversations with his neighbors. he couldn’t help it though —- his mother raised him to be nice to everyone for whatever reason, and even though there were exceptions, his neighbors would always be on his good side. he pointed at the newspaper the other person was holding under their arm while they both waited for the elevator. david was a e - news fella, but real paper was always needed to put under his cat’s litterbox to avoid a mess.
Quinn was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed over the other trying to relax. It was her only day off in what felt like a long time and she usually loved to catch up on the news paper. Which, she never knew why considering her job was pretty much the news even though it wasn't. Being a detective, you always found out about the bad news so every once in a while it was nice when you read about the good news. Getting lost within the newspaper, she looked up when hearing the man's voice. It was David's and she smiled, nodding her head "Yeah I'm done.There's nothing good but " Finally getting up from the couch, she realized she was sitting here in the lobby for what felt like ages.
The dark sky forming rain clouds seemed as though it was handcrafted for her. It had been an awful day to say the very least. Her alarm hadn’t gone off that morning, causing her stroll into a meeting with a client looking a mess. She had spilt her coffee on her white jeans and now, to make matters even worse, her car had broken down. As the red head peered under to smoking hood of her Cadillac, her face read undeniably choleric and her hefty sigh reinforced this. Feeling a set of eyes glue to her, the hot headed girl turned on her nude pumps and locked her eyes on them. “Can I help you with something?” She hissed as she crossed her arms against her blouse. She had grown used to people staring especially in this city. “Or maybe you can stop standing there and help me. Come on.”
Quinn was in the middle of a case. A long case that was taking over a month to solve and the brunette just wanted to move on already. She was running late for work today which never happens, but for some reason the brunette just didn't want to move today. However when she was in the garage, the detective was rushing towards the doors when she noticed a car that was smoking and saw the damsel in distress hoping that wasn't the case for the redhead. Feeling bad for staring at the moment, Quinn shook her head and walked over "Sorry I was trying to figure out what was wrong with your car." Standing next to the young girl, Quinn shrugged her shoulders "Havin a bad day?" It was probably a stupid question at the time
“yeah well, friday night new yorker’s bullshit was particularly difficult to deal with last night, okay? i can’t make it. i have so many reports to catch up on, i’m sorry,” she bluntly spoke into her phone as she made her way up the stairs to the 6th floor apartment she lived in. she preferred the stairs. letting out a groan as she realized her wife… well, soon to be ex-wife, hung up on her. again. arms full of files she rounded the corner, almost running into one of her neighbors, “shit– sorry,” she sighed as she moved aside. hand rising to rub her eye, “hey, since i have you here, did you by chance hear anything from outside last night? trying to decide if it’s raccoons keeping me awake or some teenagers fucking around.” though in all honesty, work had been what kept her up. the non-normal-for-new-york noises had just been a distraction.
Thank God Quinn didn't live on the sixth floor. Six floor walk ups are the worst, well according to the brunette but only because she runs almost everyday for the type of job she has. It proves how lazy and out of shape she can be sometimes. However having friends on the sixth floor wasn't all that bad, and she didn't mind visiting them when she did. Almost arriving to the door that Quinn needed to get too, the brunette bumped into the blonde not paying attention. Texting her Sargent and getting completely lost in her thoughts the detective felt a little embarrassed "Fuck I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Working on a huge case and my Sargent won't leave me alone." Quinn joked but was being serious and then looked up at the blonde and shook her head "Im pretty sure it's stupid teenagers fucking around. Thinking theyre cool living in NY"