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Mar 10 2018, 03:08 PM
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<div class="monsternotes"><div style="margin-top: 50px;"></div><div class="monsterstag">LISTEN, I'M TELLIN' YOU, IT'S MY WORLD, I DOES WHAT I WISH TO </div><div class="monsterstagsub"> If you're mad well too bad, sounds like a personal issue </div><center><div style="width:200px; padding: 10px; background-color: #000;"><div class="monstertagzn">

<B>TAG:</B> Quinten Hadley
<P><B>NOTES:</B> Well the daughter is on her way...

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Hunching slightly, Quinn made her way through a large field on the outskirts of Gatesville, North Carolina. The team had way their way up through the waterway close by, and several miles behind her the boat lied waiting for the group's return. Gwen and the others had split away, on a journey of their own. They were to meet back at the boat later that day, and while it was still fairly early in the day, Quinn knew she had to hurry. Stopping she scanned the small town ahead and realized she didn't miss the south at all. When she had left Charleston, she had also left the small backwoods communities of the south behind and had never looked back. Her job had taken her far and wide, and she had experienced several different cultures. She had also experienced European culture when on vacation with her parents growing up. Her parents always took her to see new countries on holidays. Every year was a new place. <p>
Her mind suddenly remembered that she was to be away from Ash for two weeks, and her heart sank. It was different being alone again, Jae wasn't even there. It was back to how she had felt temporarily between losing Liv, and meeting Jae. Going back even further than that, it reminded her of how she was when it all started. Alone. It was a liberating but scary experience. She occasionally found herself checking her six or what was behind her, to ensure she was in fact alone. Leaving Ash had been difficult and the conversation about it had been worse. So many emotions flying around, and the fear of never seeing Ash again had crept its way in, suffocating her and leaving Quinn miserable for several days prior to their departure. As Quinn made her way to a large antebellum style home, she circled it first before entering. On the side of town that she was on, it wasn't the only large house and it wasn't unusual to find other plantation homes such as this. At one point in history, the fields surrounding these homes were owned by the plantation owners. <p>
Opening the front door, she stepped inside. Dust had long since collected along the tops of furniture and even the floor. Small footprints, probably belonging to rodents were visible amidst the dust. The house smelt stale and old as well as musty. It was clear the house hadn't been visited in probably over a year. There was no sign of struggles in the home, though in places there was old food cans, and the remnants of supplies from previous inhabitants. Carefully she made her way around the home, only taking necessary supplies such as candles, medicine, and/or food. Though she doubted she'd find any food. Most places nowadays were picked clean of anything of the edible nature. Upon clearing the upstairs, managing to find some old clothes which she folded and tucked into her backpack she headed back down, exiting through the door from which she entered. Making her way around the side of the porch, she exited by using the back stairs and headed toward the next large plantation home nearby.


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<B>TAG:</B> Sadie Reynolds
<P><B>NOTES:</B> Here's a Quinn for ya ~

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Quinn stood at the edge of the third port, staring down into the darkness below. The moon above was mirrored on the surface of the water. Small waves came crashing against the side of the port. Lifting a hand the brunette put the lit cigarette to her lips and took a drag. As she exhaled, she watched as the wind quickly carried away the smoke. It was a bit windy out, and though the temperature had gotten a tad bit warmer, the wind caused it to feel the same. Wearing a hoodie with a jacket on top was the only thing keeping her warm. Well her attire as well as the bonfire in a barrel next to her. <p>
Makeshift covers were placed over the tops of the bonfires at night to avoid them being seen from a long distance off. To one standing next to them, one could see the fire, at a distance, they were mostly unnoticeable. Candles were lit along the vessels, as well as some torches used for those on watch. She looked over to her right as some military members made their way onto one of the vessels. Others moved around on the deck, either as security or making sure everything was in order. Everyone had a job, and some jobs worked in shifts. Especially security and crew members. <p>
Lifting the cigarette back to her mouth she realized it had gone out, and began digging into her pocket for the lighter. After a few moments of checking every pocket in her uniform her mouth drew into a thin line. She must've left it in her bunk, and she didn't feel like going to her quarters to have to deal with other members of the Vulture Team. Especially not Ash. The woman was far too optimistic, infuriatingly so. Sighing she stepped over the barrel and leaned over it to try and get her cigarette lit. After a moment, and to no avail, she drew back sighing. Her cigarette was too short. <p>
Flicking the butt of the cigarette away into the water, she retrieved a pack of cigs from her pocket. Producing one, she set the filtered end in her mouth. Trying again, she leaned over the barrel and managed to finally light the cigarette. This time she watched the cigarette closely to ensure it wouldn't go out. Simultaneously she thought about the group. She wondered how Jae was doing, she hadn't spoken with him in several days. Ash, on the other hand, she had spoken with often. Whether she wanted to or not. While in a team aspect communication was great, for Quinn though it was hard. Naturally she was better at being a soldier, not a talker. Her demeanor and behavior tended to either intimidate, or make others not like her. <p>
Taking another puff of her cigarette, she looked back out at the water. She stared off into the distance this time, allowing herself to zone out. A part of her always entertained the thought of thinking what it would be like if Liv had survived. If they had managed to escape that group together and had gone onto another, whether it had been this one or another one. Quinn knew for sure she wouldn’t have been nearly as sour acting as she was now. Less inviting. It was the horrors she had to witness over the past several years that had left her feeling vacant. Void of much emotion. It changed someone and had been on that track even before she met Liv. However, the woman's loss had sped up the process of shutting down the old Quinn. The happier one.




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<B>TAG:</B> Jae-Young So
<P><B>NOTES:</B> Sassy Quinn at your service ~

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Winter 2013 || 1200 hours <p><p>
Quinn teasingly glared at him out of the corner of her eye before raising an eyebrow. Shifting her gaze to the road ahead of them she began talking. So, from the looks of it we can either go left… she motioned with her Beretta M9. or we can go right… This time motioning with her head. Which leaves us with rock, paper, scissoring this bitch… she smirked, Y'know since I already know you are gonna say the opposite of what I say, so I say we nip this shit in the bud right now, and find a way we can amicably agree on something. And I swear to god if you start an argument about who goes first, I will cut you…
She turned her attention back to the small intersection in front of them. Oh, and, that's what she said… Her face serious, though she was already calculating the risks. One road had rubble they'd have to find a way around by cutting through alleys, and the other they'd have to risk fighting walkers off in the distance. She peered over her shoulder behind them, ensuring it was clear in case of a potential retreat. The weather was growing chillier and while the heat was clinging for dear life, it was starting to become cool enough for multiple clothing items. <p>
Reaching back, she pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head. It gave off a menacing vibe which she had hopes would cause potential company to hesitate if not completely deter them from approaching. While she had confidence in her and Jae's ability to protect themselves, if guns were involved, they may not even know it was coming. It was just one of the unfortunate parts of firearms and how instantaneous death could be if someone's aim was true. She looked down at her black combat boots, and noticed a new hole in her black skinny jeans. <p>
Damn, I just looted these jeans last week…Can you believe this shit? she asked the question rhetorically. She reached down trying to make an estimate of the damage by using a thumb as reference. Just as she was about to make another comment, she heard a noise. It sounded like a trash can falling over or one having been bumped into, in an alley a few yards behind them. As if on queue she twirled around, popping into a crouch with her M9 aimed unwaveringly in the direction the noise came. Not it. She quickly whispered, the smallest of smirks playing across her face. She may not have control of what direction they went, but in accordance to the "not it" game, she had won. Which left Jae being the one to investigate the noise. <p>
It occurred to her that it could be a living, breathing person they'd run into. Surprisingly enough that thought worried her more than the idea of it being a walker. Walkers didn't use guns. People did. She stole a quick look at Jae uncertain of how he'd respond. Something told her he wouldn't act surprised either, he didn't seem like that kind of person. Perhaps he once was, but by now he appeared to be numb to the activities of the world. At least that was her analyzation of him so far. People weren't the easiest to read.



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