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Post by QUINN DONOVAN on Aug 4, 2013 0:17:23 GMT -5
i may be a twin but... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/Image457.jpg); border: solid #0db709 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #0db709 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #2dff23; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Dodger /// CHECK THE THREADS
Quinn had only been in Washington for about two weeks now and she managed to find out when and where the big parties were. While Quinn wasn’t a very social able girl, she loved to have fun and drink. It was mostly about the drinking and all the problems she could cause. Of course she always went to parties with her twin brother Luke. That’s what made it so much fun. After all he was the social one, the one that others got along with. Quinn took a while to get used to. Some people actually never got used to her back in California. It was like she was the evil twin. Which okay, was not really possible when it came to the Donovan twins. They were both equally evil. Luke just knew how to hide his evil more than Quinn. Of course she was too old to change her ways now. This was who she was and there was nothing to change that. She didn’t have many friends because of this. Bu once again she didn’t need them. She had Luke and that’s, literally, all that mattered to her. Friends and boyfriends, especially boyfriends, just seemed like a hassle. Relationships were just so much work and you had to deal with another person. It really wasn’t worth it. But despite all that Quinn was standing in the middle of a party, alone, talking to people. And possibly making friends. Drunk friends but friends none the less. Stupid shifter genes, it took forever for the girl to get remotely tipsy. Then again she managed to win a lot of bets off of this talent.
That’s what she was currently doing at that moment in time. She had started a tournament. See how many shots it takes before someone pukes. Of course Quinn kept winning. She would get to the point of tipsy before the other person puked. And then the time it took to clean everything up and get someone else to face her she was sober once more. Quinn was earning respect, the title of weirdness, and of course some money. Which was nice since, you know, the twins really didn’t have jobs and needed to pay for that apartment someway. And why Luke wasn’t there, cheering her on? Well that is a complicated question. One that won’t be answered because it would take too much effort to think of a good enough reason why the two of them weren’t together in this moment in time. Quinn chugged her tenth shot in a roll for this round and suddenly her small opponent that she was facing, puked. The black haired girl took a few steps back, already prepared for such a reaction. She smirked at the small girl before collecting her money. The girl’s friends grabbed the girl while people began cleaning up the mess. Well as much as they could handle. Quinn took a couple gulps of water as she watched the scene in front of her. “Okay! Who’s next?!” Quinn called out to the crowded.
Everybody just stared back at her in amazement and slight fear. “Come on! Anyone?!” Quinn surveyed the area of people. Trying to read faces. She wasn’t very good at reading people. Because she just didn’t care enough to learn that skill. Nobody seemed t care when she was irritated so why should she care when they were. Quinn looked around and spotted a blonde girl, with almost an indifference scowl on her face. “Hey! How about you?” Okay so maybe calling out the moody girl in the corner wasn’t the best thing to do. But Quinn needed more money and she was just having a blast at watching other people lose. Plus the blonde girl looked small, like her last opponent. It shouldn’t last long with this one.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 636
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: Um, Quinn is being obnoxious
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: BLURRED LINE ~ Robin Thicke ft. Pharell Willams
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Post by DODGER DE LUCA on Sept 5, 2013 1:50:55 GMT -5
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FOR THE WAY I AM
[/style] [style=text-align:center; text-size: 9px;] WORDS: 470 TAGGED: quinn
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[/color] Dodger finished another drink and tossed her cup haphazardly onto one of the tables lining the wall. She hadn’t had nearly enough to consider herself drunk yet, but the night was young, it would happen. The girl had gone to another of these parties to have full confidence in that. It always did. Dodger was a big fan of the night life. Which.. was kind of funny.. considering how much she hated people. And let me tell you, she really hated people. I mean, there are some people who get pissed off because someone betrays them or something and they go ‘omg im never going to love again’. And then there were people who looked at every person who walked past them and though ‘wow that is a stupid sorry waste of space’… That was Dodger. None the less, Dodger loved to dance, drink, and have sex, so.. six out of seven nights a week, she could be found at some of the best parties this sad excuse for a state had to offer.
None the less, that didn’t mean she was going to be social. Dodger dealt with people when she needed to, or when it suited her. She rarely knew their names, and almost never knew anything about them other than how drunk they were and how well they.. well. So so far, she’d turned down quite a few offer to associate with people who weren’t nearly drunk enough for her liking. She’d get bored and take one of them up sooner or later.. It wasn’t like there was anything else to do. Oh, sure, everyone else got entertained by a fly on the wall… or an obnoxious brunette chugging shots, but Dodger was a little harder to impress. Which was when the girl went looking for her next competitor, Dodger had not expected to be the one her finger was pointing at.
”Hey! How about you?” ”Me?” She crossed her arms, looking entirely uninterested. She quirked an eyebrow and looked up at the obnoxious girl, before speaking in her usual indifferent, condescending tone. ”Let me get this straight. You want me to take shots until you puke your guts out, humiliate yourself.. and then I get paid?” Despite the lack of enthusiasm, it really didn’t sound like too bad a deal. She could come home with some money.. It would probably make her sister happy. Yeah, this was all assuming that Dodger won but let’s be real here, she didn’t have a doubt in her mind that she was going to. She might not have been loud and obnoxious about it.. but Dodger wasn’t any less confident then Quinn. This was her game. Her house. Princess was going down. She shrugged, walking over to where Quinn was int he center of the crowd. "Why not?"
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Post by QUINN DONOVAN on Nov 14, 2013 23:42:34 GMT -5
i may be a twin but... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/Image457.jpg); border: solid #0db709 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #0db709 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #2dff23; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Dodger /// CHECK THE THREADS
”Me?” Quinn rolled her eyes, “No the wall behind you.” Really? We are going to play this game? Quinn could play this game all night long if she had to. She was one of Ally’s creations. The smaller blonde girl looked uninterested and bored, which is what Quinn was starting to feel at this point. She needed a challenge. At first the puking early and knocking them out so easily was relatively entertaining. But after a while it got repetitive and boring. And well we all know how well Quinn deals with being bored. She doesn’t handle that emotion very well at all. Things happen, chaos ensues. Ninety-nine percent of the time Luke was with her to help or yanno make things work. However this was that one percent where Luke wasn’t here. And that only meant Quinn had to make her own fun, which was never good.
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[/b] And then she flashed the girl a daring smile that clearly read ‘I’m on such high horse that there’s no way you can knock me off’. Again that was Quinn. She had an anti-social disorder with an extreme superiority complex. Not a great combination. Only a select few actually got along with a personality like that. Okay only one person that can get along with a personality like that. And to be fair he grew up with it by his side. He shared DNA with the personality. Quinn knew if her and Luke weren’t siblings there would be no way the two of them would even know about each other. Luke was social and friendly, everybody liked Luke. Even when he pulled pranks on them. However Quinn was the outcast, that chose to be like, she was the one that pulled pranks and people held grudges against her for it. They would have never been in the same friend group, because outside of her brother Quinn didn’t have friends. So if this girl wanted to pretend to be bitchy for whatever reason, fine. She should just be aware that she had met someone who could not only take it but dish it back out. Little bitch, there’s the nickname, decided to join in. She watched the blonde sit down. God Quinn hated blondes. Okay she hated everybody but particularly blondes. They thought they were so badass and girly. Though this girl didn’t look girly. Actually her hair looked like a terrible bleach job. It looked brittle like if Quinn touched it, it would break off then and there. A theory Quinn would be more than happy to experiment. The brunette leaned back in her chair and waved her arm out around her. “Pick your poison.” Quinn had drunk everything here, she let people chose what they wanted to puke up. Everything was already in her system and passed. She mixed every single alcohol in her body. And she was still fine. So again she was letting little bitch decide what she was going to puke up. The girl was a werewolf her tolerance was off the chart. It was smooth sailing from this point. [/div] ~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 546
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: Bad….bad…
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Post by DODGER DE LUCA on Dec 10, 2013 0:09:39 GMT -5
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FOR THE WAY I AM
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[/color] "No, the wall behind you." Dodger turned around, putting her hand on her chin in a contemplating way before shrugging, "Certainly looks like it could take a hit." That poor wall had to have been abused enough in the past. Between all the being knocked against, grinded against, and having drinks spilled on. "Have fun." She returned her arms to their previous position, crossed. Dodger would much rather the girl play with the wall. If it hadn’t been stated enough times, she didn't really care… about anything. Certainly not some girl with a god complex who'd had too much to drink. And yes, that is what she thought of Quinn. And it wasn't too far from the truth. Still unamused (and growing more so by the second), she raised an eyebrow at the girl's 'im so awesome' smile as she listed off what she expected of their little game. "I want you to take shots until you puke your guts out, humiliate your bitchy self, and then I get paid with smile on my face that clearly reads ‘I’m awesome’.” "Oh. Well then you might end up disappointed." Actually, Dodger was sure she'd end up disappointed. This girl was all talk, and Dodger had every intention of being the person who was going to put her in her place. She didn't need to be a loud-mouth showoff to know she was awesome like somebody— she just was. So if the girl was going to sit on her high horse and think she was amazing, that was fine. By the time they were done though she wasn't going to be nearly as smug. "By the way, the smile doesn't really read 'I'm awesome'. It's more of a.. 'I'm a cocky little bitch." Yeah. Dodger might have been a 'bitch' but Quinn wasn't exactly lacking title qualifications herself. She sat down, glancing over the other girl and scoffing a little as she sat back. As much as she was being scrutinized, Dodger found her style entierly unattractive. Which was good, because it matched her personality. And clearly She had no idea what she was getting into. "Pick your poison." Dodger smirked. She glanced around at the crowd, what was left of the previous mess, and finally met eyes with Quinn. "Lets make it vodka."
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