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Voice Mail
"Hi, it's Quinn. You missed me. You know what to do."
[This is an RP journal for entertainment, specifically the game fandomhigh. No rights to Glee, the character of Quinn Fabray, or Dianna Agron are claimed or desired.] -
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 ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Monday Afternoon
Quinn couldn't forget her 18th birthday in the run-up to graduation -- it wasn't the kind of thing that slipped a girl's mind -- but between the ceremony and the fact she was leaving soon anyhow, it didn't seem like she really had time for a party.
Which didn't mean she didn't have time to celebrate. She sent out an email.
From: quinn.fabray@ ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Friday Afternoon
Quinn stopped by her room to change between leadership class and the student council meeting. She idly checked her messages as she did, realizing she had one from Sue Sylvester telling her to call. Now ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Thursday Evening
It wasn't exactly Valentine's Day, but it was what she figured was their anniversary, so Quinn was ready for an evening in with Puck ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Tuesday Night
Quinn stopped off to get her mail on her way back from checking the Petey Sci-Fi cast list. She'd gotten Magenta; not a bad role, and the maid costume could be kinda hot in a pervy way ( Read more... ) -
Across the School Lawn, Thursday Night
Quinn didn't go to the town meeting. (If she had, she would have volunteered that the auditors were freaks who didn't know what cankles were, but the townfolk were -- perhaps mercifully -- spared that set of insights ( Read more... ) -
Outside the Arms Hotel, Wednesday Evening
Quinn stood just inside the vestibule of the hotel, waiting for Puck and the promised walk home. She felt a little silly about it, but at the same time, creepy women were making plants vanish. Boyfriend duty was a completely reasonable thing to expect ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Saturday Night
Quinn thought about it, she really did, but she decided not to go home.
Mostly -- though she wouldn't admit it -- it was about not being brave enough to go home and see what was gone. It was easier to live in denial when she was at least a little ignorant.
So she was more or less trying to do normal stuff. Like returning a prank call. If she had ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Saturday Night
Quinn decided Saturday afternoon that she couldn't go home for Thanksgiving. For one, there was the co-president thing; even if Annie would be around, it felt a little like the captain abandoning her ship with the iceberg straight ahead ( Read more... )