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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 4, 2011 15:21:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] let's face the facts this nightmare is real - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Quinn had been on edge ever since they’d found Mr Schuester’s dead body earlier that morning, which had been just a few hours ago. After all, it wasn’t the nicest thing to wake up on a field trip one morning and find your teacher dead. The thing that made it even worse was the fact that one person in this house, one of the people she’d spent the past two years getting to know and had come to like, was a killer. The fear was only amplified by the creepiness and largeness of this stupid house in the middle of nowhere, god knows how many times the blonde had tried to contact somebody just to realize that there was no signal anywhere in the entire building. Then, Rachel had taken over and that just annoyed the hell out of 99% of the group. She always annoyingly took over everything and this was just another, although the way she was determined to find the murderer was creepy but slightly reassuring too. The only part that still upset her was the fact that everybody had a reason to kill Mr Schuester, which meant everybody was a suspect –including herself.
The blonde couldn’t help but feel like she was a part of one of those stupid murder mystery novels, the only difference being that this was real. That was something she still didn’t want to accept, she couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she was a suspect in Rachel’s stupid murder investigation. Sure, there were reasons as to why Quinn might do it, but she would never, ever kill anybody. Although, she knew that arguing and fighting with people would just make her look incredibly guilty. So, she’d separated herself off from the rest of the New Directions and tried to find a place where she could be alone. The only place she could think of to go was the lounge area, since she didn’t want to go back up to her room because it was just creepy up there. She’d snuck out of the dining area, which was where everybody else was and swiftly made her way to the large oak lounge down the hall.
This room scared her as well, but at least it was warm and slightly cosy in there. The heads of dead animals that were placed all around the room frightened her, but after what she’d been through so far this morning it didn’t bother her now. Quinn shut the door behind her, then lit the large fireplace and curled herself into a ball on the comfy leather sofa. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself as she started quietly sobbing. The blonde hoped nobody had seen her leave, because she just wanted to be alone. She wanted to get out of here and go back home where she belonged in Lima. She didn’t want to be in a house where one of her friends was a murderer, she wanted to be home with her mom.
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Post by ameliakatejames on Sept 5, 2011 11:52:07 GMT -5
  
So far life in Lima had been good to her. The people had been friendly and welcoming, inspiration had began to slow hit her and she had written a few 'decent' songs and she had started to volunteer at McKinley high helping out with the music/theatre productions. It had been through that that she decided to help chaperone a field trip for the glee club. Even though she hadn't helped out at glee, the trip sounded like it was going to be fun and William Schuester had a way of convincing people, at least his words had worked on her.
Sitting in the dining area of the house that was there home for the field trip, Amelia nervously twiddled her fingers around one another. Her eyes quickly scanned over the faces in the room. Several hours earlier, Will's body had been found, murdered. At first, Amelia had wondered if the kids were playing a prank until she walked into the room and saw the body with her own eyes. Being one of the adults, Amelia knew she had to step up but it seemed one of the glee club members had taken the role of detective. She was surprised at how well most of them seemed to be handling the situation.
Keeping her head down, Amelia ran through their options in her mind. All of them had tried their cellphones but there was no signal. The idea of a few people heading out of the grounds to try was explored but no-one had particularly jumped on the idea...everyone was thinking the same. The killer was amongst them. Hearing a small shuffle of footsteps, Amelia glanced up. It looked as if everyone was still in the same place but someone was missing. A small frown appeared on her face as she scanned around the room trying to work out who it was. Finally, she realised it was one of the blondes, Quinn.
Quietly slipping out of the room. Amelia walked through the old house. A slight shiver running through her body as the house seemed even more colder and frightening then before. Amelia understood that the blonde probably needed an escape from everything and everyone but she believed it was best for them all to stick together. Coming to a stop outside one of the lounges, Milly heard the faint sound of what she thought was crying. Pushing open the large door her eyes fell upon the curled up form of the blonde. Making her way in to the room, Amelia figured it was best to make her presence known, the last thing the girl needed was another scare. "Quinn?" she called out softly as she approached the couch. "Quinn?" she tried again as she knelt down next to the couch and gently placed her hand on top of the girl's arm.
WORDS : 473
STATUS : post completed
NOTES :
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : WHATCHULISTENINGTO?
BANNER CREDIT : TANA [picture by elle]
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 8, 2011 14:56:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] let's face the facts this nightmare is real - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Quinn was feeling a lot worse than she ever had, even when she’d discovered she was pregnant and spent the whole weekend sobbing on the bathroom floor, it hadn’t been as bad as this. This whole situation was getting to her, it was like someone was making sure her whole life got messed up. She’d started off as the ugly, miserable girl and then, when she was beginning to feel better about herself – BOOM - She got pregnant. Now, she’d started to get her life sort-of back on track with her friendships, relationships and stuff and suddenly she was a suspect in a stupid murder investigation. It was like nothing could go her way, not even once. Her life just kept getting worse and worse, like there was literally no end before karma said ‘that’s enough’.
The blonde was still quietly sobbing into the large blanket; the heat of the fire didn’t seem to be making her any warmer what-so-ever. That’s when she heard the door open; she jumped slightly at the sound but didn’t look up at all. If it was the murderer that had just entered the room, who cared? She just hoped whoever it was would do it quick and put her out of her misery, at least then karma couldn’t attack her and she wouldn’t be able to make any more mistakes in her life. So, she just prepared herself for what she thought was about to come, because if she was honest most people on this trip would have a reason to kill her. She honestly didn’t know why Mr Schuester had been the one that died, when it would’ve made more sense for it to be her instead.
She wasn’t exactly being the most optimistic person, but who could be optimistic it a situation like this? After all, if they did get back to Lima, then they’d have to go to the police about this and tell them what had happened. That would mean that her mother would find out she’d been a suspect for murder, another reason for her to kick her out of her home. It would also go down as a criminal record of some sort, which meant she could say ‘bye bye’ to that Cheerleading scholarship she’d worked so hard to get because nobody in their right mind would ask a murder suspect to join their school. Her whole life was basically over now, she’d have to stay in Ohio and be a Lima Loser for the rest of her life. Fantastic.
Then, Quinn heard the voice of the person who had entered the room and relaxed slightly. It wasn’t some sort of murderer, at least that’s what she thought – she still wasn’t used to not being able to trust anyone. The only person she did trust in this situation was Sam, because she knew that he wouldn’t do anything like this and she knew that he’d be there for her when he was needed. Although, she had to admit that she didn’t know this teacher or whatever she was very well. It was the woman who’d volunteered to go with the club on this trip – Miss James or something like that was her name. The blonde pulled her arm away from the woman when she touched it, she wasn’t going to let her guard down and trust everybody. She’d stay strong and – hopefully – alive, the only reason she’d do so was for Sam. She didn’t want to hurt him and she knew that if she died, he’d be hurt more than ever. So, the blonde would make sure she was able to defend herself – at least a little bit – at all times. Although, she didn’t want to be rude at all so she felt like she should reply to her name. “Wh-What?” She muttered, pulling her head away from the blanket and drying a couple of tears that were beginning to form.
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Post by ameliakatejames on Sept 11, 2011 11:42:42 GMT -5
Everyone's a suspect. Those words ran through Amelia's mind as she knelt down in front of the curled up blonde on the couch in one of the creepiest rooms she had ever stepped foot in. It was true, they were the only people in the house which meant that one of them had killed Will. There had been no signs of forced entry or anything to indicate it was an outside person.
It was obvious to Amelia that the young blonde was crying. Not that she could blame her, the situation for all of them was terrifying and confusing. Everyone here knew one another, except herself of course..they were all friends, teachers..co-workers. They all had each others trust at some point but right now all that was gone. Trust had been replaced with suspicion and Amelia knew it was only a matter of time before it got to them all and caused them to all turn on each other.
It was slightly easier for Amelia. She didn't know these people well, she had an outsider's perspective on everyone. 'We all have a motive![' She couldn't remember which one of the students had yelled this out earlier but it was true. From what she picked up on it seemed that everyone had a reason to want Will Schuester dead. She was unsure however what people thought her motive was..of course however she was the stranger of the group, it would be easier for them to all decide it was her. The volunteer that no-one knew turned psycho? It seemed plausible. Even to her.
As her attention focused back onto the quietly sobbing blonde, Amelia's faced washed over with sympathy for the girl. All the while though she knew what the girl was thinking just the same as she was. Can I trust her? Trust wasn't something the older girl put in people for the most of the time but when she put her trust in someone, the girl gave it 100% and would never doubt them. As Quinn pulled her arm away from Amelia's grip, she flashed the girl an apologetic look as she placed her arm onto her knee. "I'm sorry" she replied as she shifted her eyes around the room the blonde had chosen to hide away in. "I just wanted to check you were alright" she finished as her eyes looked back to the girl. "Despite everything that's..happened, I don't think it's safe for you to be on your own" she chose her words carefully as the sound of what she assumed to be a floorboard creaking caused her to jump. "Damn this freaking house" she grunted quietly as she wrapped her arms around herself.
WORDS : 466
STATUS : post completed
NOTES :
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : WHATCHULISTENINGTO?
BANNER CREDIT : TANA [picture by elle]
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