May 15, 2011 16:10
Quinn is sitting at the paino in the choir room, her tablet proped up in front of her. She has no intentions of playing a song for anyone, but sitting on the piano bench feels a lot more professional than sitting on a plastic chair. She runs a hand through her hair, making sure it looks perfect, before starting her transmission.
"Good afternoon," she says, as professionally as possible flashing her winning I-Am-So-The-Head-Cheerleader-And-Queen-Bee-But-Still-'Nice,' smile. "Most of you don't know me, I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm also looking for a job."
She wasn't looking for something to do with food, or retail. At Lima she'd probably stuck with that for eternity, here she wasn't going to. Besides he needed a distraction, and there were only so many times one could organize the albums, records and song books int he choir room.
"I'm a natural born leader, I'm smart, I'm responsible," sort of, but she's not going into details here. "Basically the ideal candidate for any sort of job you may have. I also love a challenge."
Really, what else could she say? Whenever someone was looking for a job, it was always oozing with gag worthy oh-look-at-me, comments. Luckily Quinn could back most of them up. She hopes she isn't coming on too strong here, still it doesn't hurt to try - right?
[ooc: HI LEX ;D]
(day),
{ elena gilbert,
{ puck,
quinn fabray,
{ lex luthor