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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 1:04 pm
Quinn was sitting at her computer, feet propped up on her desk as she reclined in her chair and her keyboard sat in her lap. She was starting at the blank open instant message with gorgorgill (aka Veer), her fingers lingering over the keys as she chewed on her bottom lip. She'd been thinking about getting something done, a tattoo or a piercing, anything to make some sort of change. Maybe something representing a combination of her old life and her new one? Who knows. While everyone around her saw her glamor, to herself she was still Kathryn. When she looked in the mirror, she looked like Quinn, but she just couldn't let go of who she used to be. She bleached the ends of her hair in step one of Operation Get-Rid-of-Kathryn-Completely, so this would be step two. She hadn't really thought about the steps to follow, but whatever. It was tattoo time, damnit. So finally, her fingers swept over the keyboard in a flourish of clicking. Quote: Hey, take me to get a tattoo? She figured out of everyone she knew, he would be the one person that would know where to go for this sort of thing. She stared at the screen while she waited for his reply, hoping he didn't have some other plans.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 1:22 pm
Unsurprisingly, Veer was in almost exactly the same position: his own computer squirreled away in the mess he called his room, clothing strewn everywhere, the bed a tousled mess of blankets with a missing sheet. His feet weren't propped but stretched out under the desk, his spine sagging against the battered leather of his beloved desk chair. There were about twelve programs running, and one was a Google Chrome window with twenty tabs. A lesser man might have had trouble handling this many things at once; a greater man would have admitted that it was too much, that he should probably streamline down, and that while he was ostensibly working, Veer wasn't actually getting any work done. Quinn's IM opened over all of them. Maybe he should have played it cool, should have waited a few minutes before replying. Instead, his returned message came in a matter of seconds; twenty, at most. Quote: ur not talkin temp s**t r u? He didn't quite have the same elegance of writing as she did.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:23 pm
A grin spread across Quinn's face when Veer replied within seconds of her message being sent. She rolled her eyes at his message and put her keyboard back up on her desk. She swung her legs around, dropping them to the ground and she slid her chair in closer to her desk. With a huff, she quickly typed back to him. Quote: Yeah I totes need you to come hold my hand while someone wets a napkin and puts a temp tattoo on me. Obviously I mean a real one lol You in or do I gotta ask Josh? If Veer said no, she have to call the other boy. She just sort of figured Lydia would be busy with her boyfriend, especially now that he was a member of their Court- she'd either be with him as civs or making Leto's life easier by doing Virtus' training herself. When she finished typing her reply, she leaned back so she sunk comfortably into her chair and took a long drink of her Mountain Dew. She glanced over at her second monitor, where she had several tabs open with tattoo ideas, and if that failed, areas to get pierced.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:13 pm
It was longer, this time; a delay, while Veer considered his options. Definitely didn't want to give Josh more than a minute alone with Quinn, if he could help it, though he couldn't quite put a 'why' to that thought. Fine, then; he didn't chew on the thought, just phrased his reply delicately. That served; sounded casual, he thought, easy going, and the delay made it seem distracted. He waited just another minute before hitting send.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:46 pm
Quinn couldn't help but cringe at Veer's chatspeak- she was a gamer much like him, but she was a firm believer in typing everything (whether it be an essay, chat, video game, or text message) with proper spelling and grammar. She sighed and overlooked the chatspeak in favor of grinning at what she figured was Veer's way of saying he'd go with her. Quote: Nope, figured you might know a place. Want me to come over or would you rather come here? Unlike Veer, Quinn didn't bother wasting minutes and delaying before hitting the enter key. She was perfectly fine with him knowing that she was sitting there waiting on his reply; it wasn't like it made a difference anyway since he was asking out her roommate while she was flirting with and kissing him. Why was she asking him to hang out again? She convinced herself it was because he would be the only person who would know a decent place. Yep.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:32 am
Veer was supposed to be working. He hesitated, looking at the screen and then at his movie and then, absently, opening up his work menu. The code was well enough in; supposed to be searching some database, he thought he could get away with 'compiling' and going out for a bit. All calls went to his cell, anyway. He could fake it. So after a moment, his reply came: That was about all the warning she was going to get. Even the 'short way' meant it'd take him about ten minutes, time taken to change out of PJ bottoms and into proper clothes, to lace up those boots, to poke briefly at his hair. Hopefully she'd have the sense to know what he meant, and would be out of the bathroom when he stepped in through the mirror. A brief flash of uniform, and then he was back in civvies, peeking out through a cracked door. "Yo?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:09 am
Quinn quickly ctrl + w'd all of her windows when she saw that he was coming the short way- which meant that any minute he would be slipping through one of her mirrors. She pushed her self back away from her desk and moved to her room to throw on a pair of jeans. She knew very well that he would be coming in through her bathroom mirror, so she opted to fuss over her hair in the mirror in her bedroom.
She never did understand why he always came in through the bathroom. Requiem did too. Weird.
She shrugged and grabbed a hoodie and stepped out of her room to greet him. "Hey!" She said with a quick wave while she slipped her hoodie on.
"Thanks for coming. I hope I didn't interrupt anything! If you were busy I could've called someone else." An eyebrow raised while she spoke. "I take it you know a decent place?" She added while she grabbed her keys, then sat on the arm of the couch to lace up her hightops.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:17 am
"Never got a tattoo there, but they've poked a few holes in me." He paused, just a moment, leaning in the doorway, to fish out his phone. A few quick flicks set it to vibrate, so if someone from work did decide to call him, it wouldn't interrupt conversation. He could ignore and call back. Claim bathroom break. They'd probably know it was bullshit, but they'd never called him on it before...
"What are you getting?" He looked up at her, brief, and then flashed a smile. Nice shoes. It appealed, for some reason. He tucked his phone back away into his pocket, and the smile took on a teasing edge, widening. "My little pony? Ankle-butterfly? Tribal back stamp?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:31 am
She stared at him, a dumb-founded expression on her face. "Do I really look like the type to get My Little Pony or a tramp stamp?" She shook her head when she laughed, her wavy hair falling over her shoulders.
When she stood, she grabbed her jacket and her purse, and when she was all bundled up and ready she tilted her head to the door. "Ready, Freddy?" She was grinning at him while she waited for him to exit the apartment so she could lock up behind them.
"I actually haven't decided yet. I figured I'd think about it on the way there. Some combination of old life and new, I was thinking. Maybe on my calf. Or something. I dunno." She was rambling, as per usual.
She used both hands to pull her hair out from being tucked into her coat, and in doing so he would be able to see that she was actually wearing the necklace and earrings he got her for Christmas. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and stepped next to him. "Lead the way."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:41 am
He had been teasing, and her dumb-founded expression was the reward: it made him grin, teeth very white in his face, wiggle his eyebrows, and then start after her, easygoing enough. His own coat was somewhat ragged, a little too light for the weather, but damnit it looked good. Screw everything else. He'd survive a little cold, and it wouldn't be that far of a walk from here.
Veer sank down a little into his scarf, eyes flashing over her. If he noticed the jewelry, he kept his mouth shut on it.
"Hrm. Did you print out ideas or something? Or you just gunna make it up?" Amusement had faded to something thoughtful, and he shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, trying not to freeze to death.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 11:08 am
As they walked side by side, Quinn's shoulders rolled in a slight shrug. "Was mostly just planning on making it up."
Okay so that was probably a bad idea. Getting a tattoo on a whim, no solid ideas of what you want, making it up entirely as you go along... Yeah, that was pretty much the recipe to regretting the permanent ink on your skin a few years down the road. But whatever, she was being impulsive! That's what was important!
"I had a few ideas... Like some sort of intricate mirror, with a red crescent moon in it. You know, Dark Mirror, Blood Moon." Her expression was that of someone deep in thought while she considered the idea. "But I'd like to tie in something to do with who I was... Before all of this. Something for Kathryn. Then maybe I can have some closure or some s**t."
A shiver ran down her spine at a strong gust of wind and she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. She really needed to learn how to drive on the right side of the road. Then she could drive the car she had sitting and collecting dust in her apartment parking spot and avoid this miserable cold.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 11:44 am
The world was coming to an end -- instead of another quick, teasing comment, some kind of insult, Veer actually went quiet. Considering what that could mean. Anyone else probably would have turned around and hauled Quinn home, to keep her from doing something stupid: take your time, they would have said. Think it over. Get some sketches. Commission someone, if you can't draw yourself.
Veer, though, had the same sort of impulsive edge to him, a lack of foresight that so often lead to trouble. So he just considered. Thought about it.
"Well, uh. What was Kathryn like, and you're not? Or what did she do that you don't. Or, uh, what did she have? Preferably something you want to remember, not something shitty..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 12:51 pm
Quinn was holding her breath when Veer went silent. Veer was never quiet and she really didn't know how to take that. Maybe this was a bad idea after-all. When he spoke again, thankful that he didn't tell her that this was stupid and turn her around to go home, she let out her breath.
She thought about that for a moment. What was different between Quinn and Kat? When she spoke finally, her voice was quiet, not the typical enthusiastic attitude she usually had. "The only thing that she had that I don't is her family."
She frowned at that. It wasn't like she was going to get her parents names tattooed on her. Her right hand came out of her jacket pocket to scratch at the back of her head. "We had a coat of arms. It's really ******** ugly, but the motto was Fidus et Audax. It means Faithful and Bold." She thought about that idea for a moment. "Maybe I could add that in... Does that sound stupid? Tell me if it's stupid! It's gonna be on me forever, don't let me get something stupid."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 12:56 pm
"It sounds stupid in English." That was prompt, at least; Veer shook his head a little, pulling a face as he looked aside at her. He didn't want to talk about her family, not now, perhaps largely because of the way it had made her expression go all quiet and concerned. It was uncomfortable. So he made light, struggled to keep it friendly.
"It's cool in Latin, except then everyone's going to be like, what the ******** that mean? And then you'll have to answer them." He thought about it, eyes narrowed, and finally cracked a smile. "Or not answer them and just tell them to go ******** themselves. That could work?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 1:14 pm
Her mood lightened immediately at his comment and she laughed. "Ick, I wouldn't get it in English. And don't be ridiculous. As if I have a ******** social life. I'm a WoW nerd that parades around as a super hero at night. No one's gonna ask me about it." She gave him a sideways glance. "Or I could just tell people to go ******** themselves."
She grinned and nodded to herself mostly, deciding that this was what she wanted. So while they walked to the tattoo parlor, she decided to change the topic of conversation.
"So.... You asked out Lydia," she said, nice and blunt. It was more of a statement than a question. "If I knew you had a thing for her I wouldn't have flirted and s**t. Sorry dude, that's totally my bad."
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