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Characters: Quinn and Ginger Setting: The Rue, Monday Content: Probably NSFW Summary: While out shopping, Quinn bumps into Ginger, as well as someone else. As it had been rather nice that weekend, Quinn was determined to get out and enjoy it. Although today it was supposed to be rainy, it was a warm rain and she never minded that. When coming out of winter it was just refreshing. She loved the smell of rain, too, and she closed her eyes and inhaled that scent as she walked out of one of the shops on the Rue with a bag hanging from her hand. She looked around for a moment, putting her arm through the bag handles temporarily as she adjusted the bracelet on her wrist. There weren't too many people around due to the weather, although she did notice there was an odd gathering of people just down the walk. With a curious arc of an eyebrow, Quinn headed over to see what was so interesting. Tags: !incomplete, ginger mcavery, npc, quinn van rensselaer
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Ginger made a face at the back of Quinn's head that was a mix between 'ooo scary' and 'blaag I'm dumb'. Granted, come backs were not her strong suit, but it was way she said 'uh huh' that made Ginger feel like it was needed. A come back that was.
Either way she followed Quinn up to the front of the crowd, where she stopped to gawk at the man for a moment. "Ug, as if." She said before she softly, stepping a bit behind the shorter girl. It was not really effective for hiding, but it was still useful. This way if the crazy man grabbed for them, he'd totally get Quinn first.
"Uh, like, I don't know what a warlock is, so like, I don't think we have any of those and stuff, you know?"
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Oh heaven help her, Ginger thought the guy couldn't get any creepier until he pointed at her and yelled. Why did he keep doing that? She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she bit her lip. "No they didn't," she protested softly, barely catching what Quinn said.
"Stop pointing at me, gawd. What the heck did I like do to you? You're the one yelling like some sort of freak!" Though she really just sort of wanted to go home, now. Curl up next to Sam, and forget about the creepy guy.
"No one is coming for, like, anyone. You're such a weirdo." Yep, yep he certainly was. A Hitler freak weirdo.
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