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The Sergeant made her way across the small makeshift base that New Dawn had come to acquire and call theirs. Click, clack…click, clack, the sound of her cane heard as she approached the conglomeration of multiple vessels. Quinn had long since changed her sleeping quarters to an isolated part of in-take. It kept her away from others, and in a sense, kept her more mysterious. Plus, it added privacy, and had kept her from having to interact directly with the soldiers. For her, that was a plus. Social interaction wasn’t her strong suit, and not trusting easily only made it worse. Her skeptical nature often got in the way of things, and only furthered the notion that she was a robot, not a human. It was what was necessary as a team leader, though, with it came the consequence of loneliness. <p>
It had been brought to her attention that Jae had fallen ill from the sickness going around. Fear had gripped her, and in effort to show she still valued him as a friend she had taken it upon herself to pay him a visit. Stepping onto the plank that allowed her access onto the ship, she scanned the area. Clad in black from head to toe, the blonde took a moment to assess just who she'd have to deal with when it came to visiting Jae. Her distressed black jeans and scuffed up black boots gave her the appearance of a washed-up rock star. Even the way she rolled up the short sleeves of her black shirt, an aesthetic that was long since forgotten. However, Quinn had done her best in keeping her own aesthetic alive. Even keeping a portion of the sides of her head shaved, if there was one thing the new world wouldn't take from her, it was her image. <p>
Having left the uniform in her room, she didn't look quite as intimidating. With her backpack over one shoulder she approached the gentlemen stationed outside of the boat Jae was kept in. Clearing her throat she then spoke, I'll only be a minute… Her matter of fact tone and expressionless gaze having the effect she intended. The two men stepped away, and Quinn reached into her back pocket producing a red bandana. Wrapping it around the lower part of her face she opened the door and stepped inside what was once the soldiers' quarters. Upon entering the room she was thankful for the bandana, as the air was a bit stagnant. …I am going to take it they've not allowed you to take a shower, or swim... <p>

The blonde examined the room with wrinkled nose though her face was hidden behind the bandana. Moving to sit in a vacant bunk a few feet away, Quinn's eyes fell on Jae. While she wanted to go hug him and tell him she hoped he was okay, she wasn't sure how safe being close was. How are you feeling? I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner… I only just heard about you, Jae. Hazel eyes expressing a mixture of sincere regret and concern. She realized they hadn't interacted much since her arrival, and she regretted that. I brought you something….had to trade some of my hidden food stash for it. Taking off her backpack, she placed it on the floor before unzipping it to rifle through it. Carefully she produced an object wrapped in a cloth. Upon removing the cloth, it was a bottle of whiskey. For when you get better…though, I am not advising that it be consumed in just one sitting. <p>
With a small smile that showed in her eyes, she stood up stepping closer before placing it on the floor near his bunk. Moving back to her original spot, she zipped her backpack before placing it over one shoulder again. She wondered what the symptoms were, and how many others were currently sick. Her gaze fell on the doorway before looking out at the deck outside. Well… on the bright side, at least you're staying out of trouble. <p>
2014 | Summer | OND <p>

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<div class="kae-rp-content">Summer | 2014 <p>

Quinn had spent the morning with a group of seven 'Watchers' clearing deadheads from the 'immediate threat' territory. 'Watchers' were a nickname given by her to those who had gone above and beyond the call of duty when it came to volunteering for security. She had hand picked a few of the volunteers, two women and five men to assist her in maintaining the perimeter. The 'immediate threat' was a about a two to three mile stretch around the perimeter of the base New Dawn operated out of. The sector had been highlighted on a map after close examination and discussion with the 'Watchers'. The sector was littered with the shambling dead when they arrived, and both Quinn and her team immediately went to work in putting the dead to rest. Once a part of a sector was clear they stacked the bodies before setting them on fire only to move onto the next sector. Each mile was divided into four sectors, and it took them most of the day to accomplish the task. <p>
It had been ordered by Quinn to use firearms as a last resort, so the team stuck closely together when taking out the dead. It was a dirty job, but it was physical, and it kept her mind from worrying about Ash and the plague that had taken New Dawn by storm. Members had perished to this illness while some seemed to remain unaffected. What it was, and why some were unaffected was still unclear. Quinn's previously injured knee, specifically her ACL had begun to bother her again as it did each year around the summer time. Doctor's claimed it was the heat of the south causing some sort of swelling in her knee, where fluid would accumulate. This fluid would put pressure on the muscles in her knee, causing her pain. However, she powered through it, occasionally having to limp to get around. It had gotten so bad as of late that she required a cane to help her get around on base in the afternoons. <p>
Gossip and rumors had started once it was noticed that she was limping and using a cane. Some stories she heard through passing were as bizarre as her having gotten the limp from war in the past. While others were things such as her having fought off a horde of walkers. It had been a training accident, though she didn’t move to correct them. Their uncertainty is what kept them in line, when it came to her. So, she would let it be as it was, rumors or not, they listened to her. That was all she wanted when it came to the safety of the group. As late afternoon fell usually she would have made her way to the 'beach' to soak her leg in the cool water. Today however she had a different agenda, she needed to find her father. Quinn had a feeling she'd know just where to find him as Nighttime approached. <p>
As Nighttime settled over the group, people began to retire to the docked vessels which gave Quinn the perfect opportunity to speak with her father. Positioning herself in the shadows just off to the side of the docked boats the group used, she waited for his passing. Her cane was clutched in her right hand as she leaned back against some newly stacked supplies on the dock. The plank to gain access to the docked vessel was only a foot or two away from her and her presence surprised the occasional passerby as she went undetected until they were practically upon her. Some by-passers gasped while others nervously giggled, shooting glances her way expressing their unease with her behavior. Quinn paid them little attention as her eyes searched for her father each time someone passed. Sometimes she found herself searching for Ash, but she knew the woman was busy tending to the sick. To avoid worrying, she had mostly kept Ash from her mind as she knew worrying about her wouldn’t accomplish anything. Quinn managed to stick to the task at hand, which was currently finding her father.



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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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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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