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Sep 29, 2010 04:51

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Name: Mike.
Just kidding, it's Abby.
Age: 35
Your actual journal: ahollowplay 
E-mail: ahollowplay @ gmail dot comz
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Character Name: Quinn Fabray
Looks: Being incredibly beautiful has made life easy for Quinn Fabray. A simple bat of her absurdly long eyelashes can have any boy on his knees. Or...it could. It did, anyway, until Quinn blew up to be the size of Jupiter. Then, no one was looking at her eyelashes, but at the giant beach ball it looked as though she'd smuggled under her cheerios uniform. Now that she's given birth, she's back into her pre-pregnancy jeans (there's no elastic in them! At all!), and she has every intention of pulling her long blond hair back into a high ponytail pretty freaking soon.
Personality: Quinn is far more complex than one would at first perceive her to be. Her external bitchiness covers up an internal bitchiness which covers up an even farther internal kindness that she has no intent on ever showing again. Pregnancy hormones raging made her weak, but now that she can lean over and tie her shoes, Quinn has no intention of letting herself falter. If anything, her pregnancy - a time of completely vulnerability and compassion - has only served to harden her to her peers.
Family/Relationships: Russell Fabray (father), Judy Fabray (mother), Frannie Fabray (sister).
How exactly do you see your character? Is it different than what we see on the show? : ...nope, she's pretty much the saaame girl.
Affiliation(s): Cheerios, New Directions

» THAT ANNOYING ROLE PLAY SAMPLE.

- first person -
Ooookay, so - this is the first of a series of entries in this...blog thing that no one is going to care about reading. I honestly have no idea why these things even exist, because it's not as if anyone wants to read the private thoughts of anyone else - especially the people in Lima - but Mr. Schue thinks it's a good idea to keep one so we can all maintain the "family" dynamic in glee. But, like, really, not even my family knows this much about me. It's sort of stupid to think that a group of people sharing all their feelings about stupid things is going to make people feel closer to each other. Is that what friendship is? Is that what a "family" is?
Maybe I'm just...afraid of it. Afraid that I don't know. I don't know much of anything anymore.

Wait...I...everyone can see this? Ugh, crap.

- third person -
Quinn is happy to wake up without the feeling of having to vomit.
It's the first thing she notices when she opens her eyes. She doesn't have to throw up. It's amazing. It's enough to make her smile, easily. But that's the last time she smiles for the next five to six hours.
Except for the days she has glee rehearsal.
She'd never admit this - especially now that she's back to who she used to be, her former self only toughened by a surprise pregnancy and a family torn apart and a mess of a love life - but glee is the only thing Quinn has to look forward to. The only good thing she has in her life.
Especially now that once she looks at the open suitcases she brought to Mercedes', her Cheerios uniform is noticeably absent in her heaps of clothes. Instead, there's three pairs of maternity jeans (Quinn refused to buy any more), a handful of t-shirts Mercedes' mom "lent" to her (read: bought at Target), a few dresses she managed to squeeze into until her last two months, a few dresses she had to break into her savings account to buy once she became the size of a planet,  and, last but  not least, a dress her own mother bought her after she (or, more accurately, Finn) announced her pregnancy. It was an apologetic dress - dark blue, tasteful, A-Line to flatter her growing bump at the time - and it signified everything Mrs. (or Ms.) Fabray wanted to say.
It still had the tags on it.
On this day, Quinn chooses something simple - a white dress she's since stretched to it's last threads, plain silver flats she used to wear to church before her feet swelled two sizes bigger than they used to be. and a cardigan. She zips the dress carefully at her back as Mercedes calls into the hallway.
"Quinn, girl, we gotta go!"
Quinn moves faster, yanking the cardigan across her frame as she tries to come up with something to do with her hair. She hasn't worn her it up in months, but today she's running out of time, and so it's pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck quickly and nimbly. When she examines herself in the mirror once she tucks a spare hair behind her ear, she can't help but notice the slight bump her stomach still holds. She stands and examines herself at all angles, catching her own eye for a moment. In that instance, it's almost as if she can see how her life used to be - happy, and simple, and in control. She was in love - or so she thought - and she had a family. She wasn't fat, and she could do a round off into a back handspring in less than seven seconds without breaking a sweat, and her front hurdlers were legendary. But when she blinks, her green eyes growing wider the longer she stares at her reflection but doesn't really stare at anything at all, she looses the image entirely. All the jumps, and the flips, and the swaying ponytails and tall quarterbacks - they disappear. She holds her eyes closes as she sighs, smoothing out the fabric of her dress.
"Coming." She calls absentmindedly to the only person she really could consider a friend.

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