#quinn 001

[calmeyers]

Cal jumped down from the float, feeling hot in the spring Carolina air. It was warming up quick. If he was honest he was not like most southerners and preferred a little more crisp to his air. But summer did have it’s advantages. Cal pulled his shirt up over his head, noticing Quinn was right next to the wrench he needed to hook up the rest of the apparatus so the float could actually, float down the road in the parade. “Hey Quinn, can you hand me that wrench?” He asked her, squinting against the sun and as pushed his hair our of his eyes.

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[derekelliscohen]

He left the house for what he hoped was the last time in his life. It’d been his own fault, moving back to this little town in North Carolina which could hardly be shared by the two Cohen men. But Derek was doing what he could to put a life back together for his twin and his mother. This was there home too, after all. As he made his way over to his car, his eyes caught up on a girl who seemed to be staring at him. And she also seemed to be staring at the house of that stupid man. He glanced back at the house before turning back to look at her. “You got some sort of business with Cohen?” Referring to him as his dad wasn’t something he’d done in a long, long time.

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[valentinaromanova]

[ @quinndarcy​ ]

At first, Val had found her job at Conch Records totally demeaning. Why should she be forced to serve humans and clean a dusty old store? But this was the place that had hired her, despite her total lack of qualifications or social security number or...proof that she existed at all before coming to Port Vale. Seeing a lack of other options, Val had reluctantly acquiesced.

And perhaps she was just becoming complacent in her time stuck in this awful little town, but in the weeks she'd worked there, she'd found that she didn't actually hate her job. Most days, hardly anyone came into the store at all, and though this made her boss rather upset, Val didn't mind. It meant she got to spend her time practicing guitar (a fascinating instrument, similar to the ones she'd played beneath the sea) or reading about the new land she'd found herself in. She even got to choose the music that played over the store's speakers.

Just then, 80s metal was blasting through the store, and Val, sitting behind the counter with her nose buried in a book, was having a fine time. Until she looked up to see someone standing at the counter.. With a scowl, she took her boots off the counter and sat up straight. This was the worst part of her job. She leaned forward and, in an annoyed tone, inquired, "What do you want." Then, remembering what her boss had told her about customer service, followed that up with a more sarcastic, "I mean. What can I help you with."

[chelseamreynolds]

Chelsea didn’t go to the bars all that often. But she wasn’t ready to look at her dad yet after last night. She knew exactly how their conversation would go because it was always the same. But after a long day at the bakery she simply wasn’t in the mood. So instead, she sidled up to the bar at Tappin’ Boots sitting beside someone she recognized but hadn’t talked to all that much over the years, Quinn Cohen. She ordered her drink, stirring the straw around in it before taking a long swig of it, nearly downing half of it in one go. She could almost feel her arm throbbing from where he’d grabbed her last night. But luckily she’d gotten very good at covering up bruises whenever needed.

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[mequiboo]

starter for @crystalquinn​

estava zero acostumado com festa e com bebidas alcoólicas, então talvez, só talvez, ele tenha exagerado um pouquinho. se alguém lhe contar o que aconteceu no dia seguinte mequi com certeza não acreditaria, mas ali estava ele meio atordoado abraçado às pernas do grilo falante. “você prometeu que ia me conceder um desejo” choramingou enquanto o grilo o olhava quase que em profundo horror. “quem concede desejos é o gênio da lâmpada e ás vezes a fada madrinha, por falar nela, cadê a sua mãe para dar um jeito em você” reclamou tentando se desvencilhar do rapaz sem muito sucesso.

[aurorajuniperhargrave]

A friend of a friend had apparently become privy to the fact that Rori had fairly consistent access to prescription drugs and so she found herself passing a couple of pills along to a few ball goers that she didn’t really know. Rori normally wasn’t in the business of providing anything for people that weren’t close friends. But one thing had led to another and here she was. It was just a couple though, right? She justified the action to herself so that she could return her attention back to the party. But that was just when she nearly ran into Quinn Cohen though she managed to stop herself just in time, “Oh my gosh Quinn hi. I didn’t see you there. Didn’t see much of anyone there though so I guess wasn’t exactly looking.” She drew in a breath, pulling a couple of locks of hair behind her ears. “How’s your night going so far? Did you bring a date?”

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[jackson-is-everybodys-type-blog]

@ Hollow's High

It was after a particularly successful football game that one of the cheerleaders caught Jackson's eye. He could have sworn he saw her before, outside of the school environment, and yet he was positive he didn't know her name. It was hard to place her, though, when her face was cut in and out of his line of vision by the crowd of celebrating students on the field, so Jackson needed to get closer. Elbowing his way through the people in his way, he made his way towards her, not daring let her out of his sight. At last he arrived beside her, and he cleared his throat to get her attention. "Hi." As she finally turned to look at him, her features were very much familiar and he could feel his mind struggling to place them. "Do I know you?" he asked, frowning thoughtfully, studying her face. Before she had a chance to answer, however, he suddenly realized where he had seen her before. "I do know you... You were talking to Wren on the street." He allowed himself to look triumphant for a moment in having recognized her, but quickly his expression was replaced by one of deep confusion. What had Quinn been doing talking to Wren? Was she addicted to V as well? Jackson wanted to know.