Room 317, Thursday Afternoon
Quinn had paid a rickshaw driver to tote most of her stuff to her car, so she just had her purse and a box of things too precious to trust to anybody else as she went through her room for a final check.
She couldn't get over the strangeness of it all. She'd come as a popularity-obsessed 16-year-old cheerleader with a straight A record and a doofy boyfriend back in Ohio. Now she was 18, didn't really cheer despite her summer job, and was single since calling things off with Puck a few days before. (She was only letting herself be a little sad: Their fake kid had been cute, but it wasn't like high school relationships were really built to last.) She'd also gone from not believing in anything supernatural to having seen pretty much everything with her own eyes, and was ... well, less of a bitch. Mostly.
Okay, so the straight A's had stayed the same, and the popularity obsession had faded only slightly. But the way she figured it, having gone to Fandom was still a net gain for her.
She'd said most of the goodbyes that mattered at her birthday party, so really there was no reason to stick around. But she still lingered in her room a bit, fussing over dust bunnies and checking bottom drawers again so she had an excuse not to leave.
[OOC: Door open. LAST POST EVER. HOLD ME.]
She couldn't get over the strangeness of it all. She'd come as a popularity-obsessed 16-year-old cheerleader with a straight A record and a doofy boyfriend back in Ohio. Now she was 18, didn't really cheer despite her summer job, and was single since calling things off with Puck a few days before. (She was only letting herself be a little sad: Their fake kid had been cute, but it wasn't like high school relationships were really built to last.) She'd also gone from not believing in anything supernatural to having seen pretty much everything with her own eyes, and was ... well, less of a bitch. Mostly.
Okay, so the straight A's had stayed the same, and the popularity obsession had faded only slightly. But the way she figured it, having gone to Fandom was still a net gain for her.
She'd said most of the goodbyes that mattered at her birthday party, so really there was no reason to stick around. But she still lingered in her room a bit, fussing over dust bunnies and checking bottom drawers again so she had an excuse not to leave.
[OOC: Door open. LAST POST EVER. HOLD ME.]