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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 14, 2011 10:40:18 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn had come to the library – which was a change to her normal schedule, well it was for any kid at McKinley. This place was virtually always deserted and that was exactly the reason she’d come for, because she wanted some time alone and here was the only place in the entire school with a possibility of giving her that. So, as soon as the lunch bell rang she went straight to the school’s library and grabbed a couple of books. She may as well do some revision while she was in there, after all it was only the beginning of the year and she was already slightly behind on homework. The blonde had just got caught up in everything that had happened last week and it felt like she needed a break.
Though, the high school drama had already begun she had to say that she was enjoying it so far. She’d been made captain of the cheerleading squad, which was an amazing feeling. She’d forgot just how good it felt to have people part when you walked down the corridors, to know that you were noticed and not invisible. Then, she’d sort-of made friends again with Santana and Quinn had to admit she was glad that, that raging war had halted. She was most happy about what had happened between her and Sam in the girls’ bathroom though – the thought making her smile. Quinn had got everything she wanted back and although she was extremely glad about that, the blonde couldn’t help but keep thinking that she might lose it again. After all, she had the past two times and what was to say she wouldn’t mess up again?
She didn’t like that thought at all, so as soon as it came she pushed it out of her mind and sat down at the table in front of her, opening one of the books. Quinn tried to focus on the words, but her thoughts kept flying around her head. That was until someone’s quite whispering broke the silence of the library, causing the blonde to automatically focus on the real world and turn around to see who had spoken.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Aug 26, 2011 10:17:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley was one of the few people he knew of who often spent time in the McKinley High library. It wasn't that he was much of a reader - to tell the truth, he wasn't - or that he even liked being there; it was just one of the few places where he could listen to his iPod and get his homework done in peace. He was a busy guy, so he hardly had enough time to scrape by with the B's that were required if he didn't want to get kicked off the baseball team. And so it was that Riley, with his laptop tucked under his arm and his headphones crammed into his ears, found his way into the school library again, where he could sit and not be bothered by the jocks or anyone else. It was just him and his thoughts in here - not that he could really hear his own thoughts, what with his music volume cranked all the way up. He'd developed a tolerance for loud things by now; nothing really hurt his ears anymore. That was probably because he'd already busted an eardrum or something, though.
Riley started to navigate through the weave of tables and chairs only to discover that someone was already sitting at his usual table in the far back corner of the library. It was where he always sat because it had the best Wi-Fi service in the room. The girl in his seat was blond and had a stack of books on the table in front of her. It was even more surprising than just discovering another living, breathing human being in the school library (aside from the librarian, whom he speculated may have been part robot...after all, he couldn't imagine any normal person giving up their social life for a bunch of books) that this girl was wearing a Cheerios' uniform. Didn't the popular kids have some sort of unspoken boycott against the library, or something? He was there almost every day, and never once had he noticed any cheerleaders, unless they were complaining loudly about having to come because of a 'stupid book report.'
After further inspection, Riley realized he actually recognized the blond cheerleader - it was Quinn Fabray. She was a grade ahead of him, but he knew her from both Celibacy Club when he had first joined during his freshman year and from just being one of the most popular girls in school. Of course, he had thought that she had quit the Cheerios - for a long time, she had stopped wearing the uniform, and so everyone assumed that she had gotten booted off the squad. Now, apparently the rumors said she was captain again, or so he thought. Riley didn't really keep up with the gossip that flew around school, so he wasn't sure what was true or what wasn't. Deciding that Quinn wasnt that intimidating, since he actually knew her (not well, but still), he took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. He wouldn't have to give up his Wi-Fi service just because another person was sitting where he usually did. It wasn't the end of the world, although it sure felt like it because Riley usually tried to avoid new people, what with being terribly shy and all. Reminding himself to breathe, the caramel-blond walked over to the seat across from Quinn and whispered, "Um, is anyone sitting here?" It was only after he had said it that he realized how dumb he must've sounded.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 26, 2011 14:38:49 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn saw a blond haired who actually looked quite familiar, although she couldn’t exactly remember him. Her brain automatically started rummaging through her memories, trying to pin-point where she knew this guy from. Meanwhile, she didn’t want to seem rude at all and that’s why she smiled, before replying with a simple “No,” She was still trying to remember him, because she definitely remembered his face from somewhere. Obviously he wasn’t in Glee or part of the popular crowd, because if he was then she would have known him immediately. It was starting to get on her nerves and she couldn’t help but let her curious side take over. “Do I know you from somewhere?” She asked, hoping that she did and this wasn’t just the blonde side of her taking over. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude it’s just I’m sure I recognize you from somewhere...” She continued, still a little confused as to who he was.
The blonde had never been good with names, especially with people that where below her on the social ladder, unless of course they were in Glee or something like that. Quinn had never really bothered with names, after all wasn’t that what nicknames where for? To make remember who somebody was easier, even if sometimes they were incredibly mean or embarrassing. The only reason she’d stopped with the mean nicknames for people was because she had felt what it was like to walk on the other end of that kind of abuse and it definitely did not feel good. Ever since then she’d registered everybody she knew by their name instead of names like Man Hands or Treasure Trail. So, she obviously didn’t know this guy from any time soon and that meant that she’d known him when she was popular.
She automatically felt a whirl of guilt in her stomach, although it soon passed. Quinn got that feeling every time she saw someone who she’d bullied to death or at least thought she had in cases like these. She’d treat people so badly back then; at the time she didn’t care though. The blonde didn’t know then what she knew now and that wasn’t her fault. She’d been the typical popular girl and nobody could blame her for that, right? Sometimes when you had that much popularity and power, it got to you and you turned out to be a complete and utter bitch to everybody you met. Okay, so she really didn’t like thinking about that or those days. So, she pushed that thought out of her mind too and waited for the caramel-haired boy to answer.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Aug 27, 2011 11:10:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] "No," Quinn said, a friendly smile on her face, and Riley couldn't help but feel a little confused as he sat down across from her. He hadn't remembered her being this friendly; she had frequently snapped at members who tried to interrupt her and he wasn't sure he had ever seen her look anything but...fiesty. Which was strangely attractive, he soon recalled, mentally slapping himself when the thought crossed his mind. Dude! Snap out of it, he thought. "You don't mind me sitting here, right?" he asked, an awkward half-smile plastered on his face. He was sure he was probably talking a bit too loud for his own good, because of his music being blasted so high, so he pulled out one of his headphones. 'Revolution' by The Beatles rang through the library; the room had surprisingly good acoustics.
The half-smile faded when Quinn asked if she knew him from somewhere, and Riley just stared at her with a dumb expression on his face. He knew her, so shouldn't she have remembered him, at least vaguely? Of course, she had been Queen of McKinley back in the days when she had still been Celibacy Club president and he figured she couldn't be bothered to remember the names of all of her royal subjects, not even the lowly little peasant hiding in the corner of her courtroom. "Um, yeah; we used to be in Celibacy Club together. I was that freshman kid hiding all the time. I didn't really talk, though," he explained, feeling a little weird. He started to distract himself from his feeling of estrangement by focusing on booting up his laptop and plugging it into the outlet beside him.
"I'm Riley, by the way," Riley reintroduced himself, raising a hand in a sort of wave and not tearing his eyes from the computer screen. And you're Quinn, he thought, not wanting to say that out loud because it might sound weird. Yet again, she already knew that he recognized her from Celibacy Club, and he already sounded like a stalker because of that, so what more did he have to lose? He distractedly started to type in his password, waiting for Quinn to say something (or completely ignore him).
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 27, 2011 15:23:36 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn’s brain was miles away, still trying to remember where she’d seen him before. Although, her search kept coming up with nothing until he actually answered her question. That’s when she did remember him properly, that quiet guy that always sat in the corner and never said a word. She felt another twinge of guilt in her stomach and tried to ignore it, she remembered all the mean things she used to say about that guy behind his back to the other girls. She had really not been a very nice person at all back then, but at least she’d ‘learnt her lesson’ so to speak. Karma had finally gotten to her and put her on the other end of all that torment, which had convinced her that popularity wasn’t everything and being bitchy to people certainly didn’t get her where she wanted to go.
So, she really hoped he didn’t know it was her that used to gossip about him behind his back, because if he did then this situation would be extremely awkward. That’s why the blonde didn’t say anything about that at all. Instead, she just put that whole memory behind her and refocused on the here and now. “I remember now,” She muttered, keeping the same smile on her face as she looked back down at her book for minute and then back up. “I’m Quinn.” She introduced herself, after he had introduced himself. “It’s nice to meet you.” She then added, although they’d already met they’d never talked. So, she felt like it was a polite and appropriate thing to say.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Aug 28, 2011 9:54:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley was becoming more and more surprised the more Quinn spoke to him; he couldn't remember ever having a single conversation with her. He could probably blame her and her snotty attitude (which didn't seem to be present today, oddly enough since it was all he could really remember of her personality) for part of it, but he probably had to blame his stupid freshman self for never saying anything. Sometimes, it was so frustrating being the stupid shy kid, especially when he had so many different interests and so many different opportunities to meet people with all the clubs and extracurriculars he was involved in. Or maybe it was completely his fault, and all along he'd been judging Quinn wrong. She didn't seem as mean as she had back during her days as Celibacy Club president, so maybe he had just imagined it all. This so-called 'attitude' of hers was all a figment of his imagination, as far as he knew.
"Um, it's nice to meet you, too," Riley muttered, scrolling through the files on his computer and adding under his breath, "Again." He didn't want to say this too loudly because he wasn't sure what Quinn's reaction might be. She could snap at him or suddenly turn into a fire-breathing dragon any minute now, what with the way Riley was going about things. Yet again, he was always this careful with everybody. He didn't like to step on people's toes or cross invisible lines because he'd spent so much time in his life being picked on that he was sure that anyone could turn on him whenever they felt like it. It usually took him awhile to warm up to people because of this, but also because he was a pretty timid kid. He didn't usually take the initiative to talk to people. I guess that can be listed as another one of the weird parts of this conversation, he thought.
The song on Riley's iPod switched to "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence and The Machine, and he was suddenly aware of the fact that his music was blaring out of the extra earbud that he had left out so he could have a normal conversation without subconsciously shouting or anything. A bit embarrassed, Riley reached for his iPod and turned down the volume. "Er...sorry," he mumbled, glancing over at Quinn for a moment and then back down at what he was typing. "I'm used to listening to stuff on full-blast."
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 28, 2011 15:52:19 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn smiled at him, before returning her attention to the book that was open in front of her. She really needed to start revising more, because she knew if she didn’t that senior year would be a failure. She’d flunk or something and end up having to spend another year in the hell hole they called William McKinley High School and she really didn’t want that to happen. In fact, she swore that as soon as she was done here she was going to the best college she could, that was the furthest or at least quite a long way away from Lima. Her history here had certainly not been the best and she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life known as that ‘pregnant lima loser’. So, the sooner she could pack up her stuff and leave the better. Although, she really didn’t want to leave some things behind, like her mom for example. She knew her mother would struggle not having Quinn around the house to help her and keep her happy, but she’d have to let her go if she wanted to get out of this place. After all, she couldn’t live with her mom forever and plus, she’d come back for visits and things. Another thing she didn’t want to say goodbye to was her friends, glee club and Sam. She’d had such an amazing time in the New Directions and she didn’t want to have to say goodbye to all that just yet. So, she was glad that she had this year to make the most of it all, before she’d have to force a goodbye.
Her thoughts about her future and what they might hold were interrupted, when she heard a familiar song blasting out of Riley’s headphones. She recognized it almost instantly, ‘Dog days are over’ by Florence and the machine. Quinn remembered the time they’d performed that after they’d won Sectionals last year. The memory caused a smile to spread across the blonde’s face as she looked up from her books and back at the boy that sat next to her. “It’s okay, I actually love that song.” She smiled, the thought of Sectionals still drifting through her mind. “We performed it in Glee Club once, it was pretty fun.” She commented, and then decided to shut up before she started rambling again like she usually did.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Aug 29, 2011 12:56:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] For a few minutes, Riley managed to distract himself by reading the directions for the history report he had to write about the Civil War. He wasn't sure why he had to take U.S. History since he found the subject to be pretty pointless. He figured everyone already knew about the formation of America and all that by the time they were in high school, anyways, because didn't they already study the American Revolution in, like, fifth grade? Riley was pretty sure they did because his mom still had all of his old schoolwork tucked away in some corner of the basement. She had tried (and failed) to keep it hidden from him, probably because she figured he'd find it a little creepy...which, of course, he did. But he also understood - parents never want their kids to grow up. It's a little annoying, but Riley was doing his best not to grow up too fast. His Christian beliefs sort of helped with that, he thought.
Riley's distraction didn't last long, though, because Quinn soon said, "It's okay, I actually love that song. We performed it in glee club once; it was pretty fun." His jaw dropped a little bit - not too obviously, he hoped - as he peered up at her from under his glasses. He wasn't sure what had surprised him more - her good-natured reaction (he couldn't get the figment of Monster Quinn out of his head; he couldn't help it that she just hadn't seemed this nice from what he knew of her) or the fact that she was in glee club. Obviously, he was a little behind on the news around school, because he was completely unaware of the fact that Quinn had been in glee club later the same year when she had gotten pregnant.
"Oh, I didn't know you're in glee club," Riley remarked, trying to seem as calm and collected as possible. He looked down at his keyboard for a moment as he debated on whether to mention his interest in the club or not. He knew he didn't need to add another activity on top of all of his other extracurriculars, but he couldn't help but be curious. Singing was something he thought he was pretty good at, although his voice was a little wavery sometimes and he got awful stagefright. But the one time he managed to get over his fear of being looked at by all those people, he'd been a great performer (or so everyone had told him). "Um, what's it like?" he asked, deciding that this was a neutral enough statement to not reveal too much.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 29, 2011 15:22:10 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn’s eyes drifted back down to the book she was reading, although she wasn’t really paying attention to any of the words on the page. Her mind was racing through so many different thoughts that it made it hard to focus on anything, although talking calmed it down a bit. So, she hoped that this conversation – no matter how awkward – wouldn’t end any time soon. She had so much going on inside her head it was unbelievable, but with everything that had happened in her life so far. It didn’t come to much surprise that she was kind of used to dealing with things like this, but she still wanted to talk to Riley. She knew that he’d probably have the wrong impression of her in his head already, which wasn’t good. Her old popular self, the one that had been bitchy to virtually everybody she knew. So, she hoped that he either didn’t know her that well and hadn’t judged her back then. Although, she knew that was basically impossible, since she used to want to make herself noticed everywhere possible. That’s why she was hoping that instead, she could give him a new impression of her. The person she was now, the one that wasn’t as bitchy as before and didn’t mind showing a slightly softer side.
That’s when he said that he didn’t know she was in Glee Club and something in his voice told her that he was quite surprised by the idea. So, he definitely didn’t keep up-to-date with the gossip and news that travelled around the school like a wildfire all the time. Quinn had to admit that, that didn’t surprise her. After all, what she could remember of him didn’t make him seem anything like a guy that would gossip or even try to be popular in any way. Then, he asked what it was like being in Glee Club and that question caught her quite off guard. Although, she figured that a lot of people would ask her that question if they got a chance. So, she just smiled and answered. “It’s actually a lot of fun,” She muttered, keeping her eyes down at the book in front of her. “Apart from the slushie facials and constant torment that is, but the guys in the club are pretty cool. I mean, we’re less like a club and more like a family.” The blonde added, truthfully.
The club was family to her, if she was completely honest. After all, they’d really looked after her when she wasn’t doing so well. It gave her a place where she felt accepted and like she was finally worth something, which was one of the things that kept the club close. Sure, she’d thought about quitting once or twice, but at the end of the day; they’d supported her through everything and she couldn’t ask for any more than that.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 1, 2011 16:15:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley felt kind of guilty for assuming her niceness to him was an act; it wasn't as if he'd even known her that well in the first place. She had just been the Celibacy Club president, and kind of bitchy to the other members, but what was that supposed to mean? Sure, it meant that all Riley knew of her was snappy, sarcastic comments and the side of her that seemed to be a bit of an attention-hog. But some people changed; he wasn't one of those people who believed that everyone always stayed exactly the same. Quinn obviously seemed different, so no matter how hard it was, he had to stop letting the old her blind him from the new her, who seemed to be pretty friendly. She didn't seem to bite, anyways.
Riley wasn't exactly surprised when she said that glee club was a lot of fun. He didn't doubt its entertainment value; he wasn't one of the cynical jocks who could do nothing but put the club down. But he was kind of disappointed to see Quinn's face light up at the mere mention of the club's name. He was dying for any excuse to back out of having to find the perfect audition song and then get up in front of about twelve people (which felt like a lot more than it actually was to him) and try not to throw up all over the place. Singing and performing, two things he was good at once he got over the major stage-fright that he'd been blessed with, were the only two parts of his life that weren't represented in his diverse group of extracurriculars. He needed an outlet; he didn't want to keep having to play his guitar in front of the mirror in the bathroom when his parents weren't home. "That's cool. I wish I could say the same about AV club and all that other stuff," Riley said, losing his train of thought when Quinn mentioned that glee club was like family. The only aspects that seemed to overlap about his clubs and his home life were the unspoken 'no personal boundaries' rule and...well, that was about it. Unless maybe if he had a brother; then the rest of the baseball team's antics might overlap a little with his own family. But no, he was an only child, and so that left that at that.
"I've, um, been thinking about joining," Riley hesitantly admitted, his cheeks burning. "Glee club, I mean. But I'm just really busy." The latter part of his statement wasn't true at all; with everything on his plate right now, he couldn't imagine one more club making that much more of a difference. He would still feel just as overwhelmed no matter what. Still, it was a lot easier to blame it all on his cramped schedule rather than to blushingly admit that he got sick to his stomach whenever he had to perform. Not only was it embarrassing, but it would probably nullify his chances of not blowing the audition if he mentioned that he hurls whenever he gets nervous. After all, they couldn't have him puking his guts out backstage before every show; that would just be disgusting, let alone undignified.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 1, 2011 17:10:24 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn felt so weird talking to Riley, she’d say not in a bad way but it kind of made her feel bad. The conversation between them and the way he seemed to see her just made her feel bad about herself, guilty even. It took her back to the days before her bastard baby Beth, made her remember just how awful she’d been to everybody. The pressure she’d put on Finn all the time, the way she used to constantly torment the Glee Club and how she used to gossip about everybody under her on the social pyramid, which at the time was a lot of people – including Riley himself. She’d been such a horrible person back then, but the Glee Club had changed that. They’d given her a place where she didn’t have to be that perfect girl everyone expected from her, she could let down some of her walls and just be herself. That’s why she just hoped that maybe – if even the Glee Club could forgive her – that Riley might accept the new Quinn Fabray too.
Although, she didn’t say anything to him about what she was thinking and feeling. Instead, she focused on listening to him and being nice to him. That’s when he mentioned about him wanting to join the Glee Club and the same bright smile stayed on her face. After all, they were looking for new recruits and it’d be good to have some fresh talented members in the group. Then, when he said he was really busy the brightness of her smile faded slightly, but the smile itself stayed put. “You should join; we’d love to have you. Plus, we’re kind of in need of new recruits anyway.” She muttered, looking back down at the book she still had open and turning the page. “It actually isn’t that much work and it’s a good break from all the stress. Believe me, I used to do loads of extra circulars and had a lot of pressure on me all the time, but being in Glee Club helped.” The blonde continued, looking up from the fresh page. “I mean, I got my life back on track and stuff.” She decided to stop there, otherwise she’d start rambling and bore Riley to death.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 10, 2011 16:44:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley could see that Quinn was trying to hide her guilt at ignoring him all those years, but honestly, he didn't really care about the way she'd treated him in the past. As long as she was being nice to her now, what did it even matter? She seemed like good company, and this conversation was starting to get interesting, especially because he was actually feeling comfortable around her. It was kind of surprising him that he was so willingly opening up to her, but that was only because he was so shy and always kept to himself so much. He was so surprised at this that he was willing to look past the way she had treated him (or not treated him, maybe he should say) during his freshman year...that was two years ago, anyways. Like he had thought before, there was no point in caring now.
"You guys need...new people? Recruits, I mean?" Riley asked, raising an eyebrow and looking up from the report he was typing. He didn't know why he found that so shocking. He supposed that he'd just figured that finding a place like glee club, where everyone accepted each other for who they are and didn't really care what sexual orientation or religion they were or how they talked or dressed, in high school would be like finding water in the Sahara. Nobody accepted each other in high school - they were all total jerks or bitches to each other - so he guessed he'd just figured that everyone would be tripping over each other just to get a spot in the glee club. "I don't know why, but that's kind of surprising," he admitted with a little shrug of his shoulder. Then Quinn went on to describe how she used to have a ton of extracurriculars, too, and that glee club was just a good break from the stress. His cheeks growing hot, he scowled, not wanting any reason to join and turn himself into even more of a freak by getting major stage-fright during his audition, or something. If something like that happened, he was sure it would spread around the school like wildfire. "Um, I could kind of use a break...but really, I-I do too much already," he said, more trying to convince himself than convince Quinn.
What surprised him more than anything today was when Quinn said, "I mean, I got my life back on track and stuff." Back on track? What was that supposed to mean? Riley knew you were never supposed to judge a book by its cover, but Quinn just seemed like the type of person that would have nothing to hide. He'd never pinned her as the type to have a dark past. "'Back on track'? Got some kind of deep, dark secret or something?" he teased, trying to turn it into a joke but coax information out of her at the same time. He peered at her from over the thick rims of his glasses and his hands froze over the keyboard, his curiosity taking over.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 10, 2011 18:09:19 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn realized how comfortable this conversation actually was, which surprised her greatly. She honestly didn’t even think that he’d listen to what she was saying after how much she’d, well ignored him really. If she was in Riley’s position, she wouldn’t be listening and instead would try to get payback. That was just the type of person Q was though, of course her vengeful side wasn’t as bad as it had been before but that wasn’t to say it didn’t exist. Nobody on this planet apart from her knew just how many horrible things she’d considered doing to Santana last year after she stole Sam away. Literally, she’d considered things like locking her in a closet until somebody else found her or sneaking into her house at night and shaving all of her hair off. Okay, so Quinn definitely still had a very strong vengeful side, but she had gained the common sense to know that none of those things were a good idea.
All those things sounded incredibly stupid to her now, the blonde had to hold back a giggle at the ridiculousness of the things she’d considered for revenge. Although, she didn’t actually laugh because she knew that Riley would probably get the wrong idea about her if she just randomly started giggling for no apparent reason. So, instead she stopped thinking about how immature she actually was and refocused on their conversation. Quinn tuned in just in time to hear him say that he wasn’t surprised that the glee club needed members, but honestly neither was she. Nobody wanted to be part of a club that caused you to get frozen ice drinks hurled at your face, because it was a lot worse than people thought. Then, Riley asked about her ‘getting her life back on track’ and she had to admit that she wasn’t surprised about that either.
He didn’t seem like the person who would get involved with gossip of any kind, so it was obvious that he hadn’t heard all the whisperings and comments that had been going on behind her back. The guys that spread rumours around McKinley definitely sucked when it came to whispering, because they talked as loud as a really irritating alarm clock. She just smiled though, not wanting to let the memories of her own past upset her. After all, those periods of her life were over and from now on she’d sworn to try her hardest to be a better person. “Well, let’s see. I was a complete an utter bitch to everybody, then I got pregnant. I got kicked off the Cheerio’s, lost my popularity, got kicked out of my house and then, lost my boyfriend when he found out he wasn’t the father. After that I moved onto junior year, where I managed to sort myself out a bit. I got back on the Cheerio’s, found a boyfriend that I actually really cared about. Then, when everything was looking good I cheated on him and quit the cheerios, lost my prom queen campaign and had everybody find out that I’m actually called Lucy and have a horrible past.” She explained, before taking a breath. She didn’t realize herself what a mess her life had actually been, it surprised her. “I suppose you could say that I’ve had an eventful high school life. Although, through all that the one thing I knew I always had was Glee and that definitely helped.”
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 17, 2011 12:36:45 GMT -5
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Riley glanced up at Quinn for a moment, noticing that she appeared to be stifling a laugh or two, and almost cracked a smile, until he realized that she might have been laughing about him. He knew it was wrong to judge, but he couldn't help having gotten that impression from her. But Riley wouldn't dare say anything, since he knew that his intuition was likely wrong. Riley certainly didn't have the best judgement in the world; he was the type to run around like a chicken with its head cut off. He was the type of guy who ran around blind until he finally found an answer. Usually this delayed the actual finding of said answer, but it was his approach, it worked (for him at least), and it was just a very Riley-esque thing. Why would he change that if it was just part of who he was? He couldn't think of any good reasons why.
Riley halted his typing and leaned back in his chair a little, settling in his seat and wanting to focus 100% on Quinn and her story. He was honestly curious; she just struck him as the type of girl who was strong and had been through a lot. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened to her until it was all explained, but he could tell at least that something had changed her and it had to be a pretty powerful force. Riley had to try not to smile as she told her story - which was actually rather unfortunate, and kind of made him feel bad for her - because she had such a blunt way of sharing her thoughts; she would make a good writer, he couldn't help but think. Her outlook was just very...interesting to him, since it was so different from his view on life. She seemed like the type to face things head-on and if life was a bitch, she'd punch it in the face and move on. He was more the type to watch from the fringes - a total wallflower - rather than participate-slash-confront.
"So I'm guessing the pregnancy is where it really started to spiral downhill, huh?" Riley commented, in an effort to prove that he was really listening. But yet again, he was also curious. Obviously, being a guy, it was anatomically impossible for him to go through something like that, but also, he didn't know anyone - well, scratch that, since he kind of did now - who'd ever been through something so challenging. "It's kind of awesome that you seem so okay now. I mean, to have juggled with a kid on top of all the normal high school stuff seems kind of impossible." He meant what he was saying in the highest respect possible. He really did respect Quinn and her story, and he supposed he would have been kind of mean to people, too, if he was trying to handle such a big secret. The most surprising thing was that glee club had been what had helped her through it all. Maybe something like that was just what Riley needed, or maybe not, but he definitely had to give it a shot now. No matter how sick he got before the audition, he felt like he kind of owed it to her for trusting him like this.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 23, 2011 16:56:59 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn had to admit that she was surprised that Riley had actually been listening to her rambling on, most people tended to tune out. So, it was nice that he hadn’t and had actually made the effort to listen to what she was saying. She was appreciative of that, especially since her rambling often were quite boring as well. It felt like she was talking to a proper friend and not just some guy who she used to pick on. After all, if it had been anybody else they would’ve not even spoken to her. The blonde was glad that he seemed to have some curtsey for her, surprised but glad because he actually seemed like a pretty nice guy.
That’s why Quinn brought herself away from her thoughts and back to the conversation, so that she didn’t miss anything and make it seem like she was ignoring him when she definitely wasn’t. “Yeah, that sparked the hatred and Santana took over, Sue knocked me down, it was like whenever I tried to tell myself that it could be worse it ended up getting worse anyway. I swear I’m cursed or something.” She replied, joking about the last part but truly meaning the rest of her sentence. If she actually thought about it, Quinn had really had the worse high school life imaginable. The strange thing was that she wouldn’t change a thing about it, not even if she could, because all that pain and hate and sadness had made her a better person and she was glad for that.
"It's kind of awesome that you seem so okay now. I mean, to have juggled with a kid on top of all the normal high school stuff seems kind of impossible." He then said, which made her a slight smile play at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks, I’m just lucky that I know that my baby has gone to a good home. There was no way I could have dealt with it any longer than I did.” She explained, remembering how hard it had actually been at the time.
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