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Post by Quinn Fabray on Sept 29, 2010 18:49:37 GMT -5
Quinn Fabrey rushed into the girls' locker room and instantly made a face as the smell of twenty different aromas of body spray hit her nose. She shook it off, her ponytail swishing, and headed to the locker that used to be hers... and was again. It was almost like a homecoming of sorts, if Quinn cared to be sentimental. Still, there were times for sentimentality, and anywhere near where Sue Sylvester might be was not a place that one should show sentimentality.
It was hard being in the glee club, an honor student, and the captain of the cheerios, but it was an old weight on her shoulders. She hadn't exactly missed it- but it was better than being a nobody, and that was not an option for Quinn Fabrey.
She opened her locker and pulled out her Cheerios uniform, taking a moment to simply stare at it and beam. She had worked hard to get to the top, and finally even Coach Sylvester had seen that she deserved it. She pulled her sundress over her head and pulled the top piece on, then pulled her skirt up and zipped it. It felt wonderful to be back on top. She laughed quietly to herself at the marvel of it, folding her dress and putting it in her locker, before turning and nearly smacking into another girl- one she hadn't seen before.
"Oh. I didn't realize I wasn't alone."
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Post by Erica Maciel on Sept 29, 2010 19:11:48 GMT -5
"Oh, it's okay. I'm just looking for an empty locker." Erica smiled lightly, and moved right out of her way. Politeness, and grace. Two main things in Erica's views. She couldn't help her strut, and how nice she was to most people. She saw a locker next to the girl who had bumped into her that didn't have a lock on it. Well, now it did. She opened it and put her stuff inside of it. She was already dressed in her new uniform, which was good. So no need to get awkward and take off anything in front of someone she barley knew.
Lima, compared to LA, sucked. She wanted to be back home, and be with her friends, and be at the top again. At her high school, she started their glee club, and was captain of their cheerleading squad. She also was the queen when it came to boys. The best part of it? She barley did anything! She was always flexible, and she always had a good voice. So nothing had made her have to quit. She had never gotten pregnant, and never in trouble. Which was good. Cause her mom would be livid.
Another reason she wanted to be back home? She didn't have to work as hard for anything. She's had to find where all of her classes are, find clubs she actually wants to join, and still fight her way through life. It sucks to move.
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Post by Quinn Fabray on Sept 29, 2010 19:59:43 GMT -5
Quinn gave a small nod, watching the girl go around her and to the first empty locker she came across. It was amazing the transformation that Quinn felt just by changing her clothes. Her cheerleading uniform was like a second skin, and it completed her.
She pivoted slightly, watching Erica for a moment, before going back to her locker. "I'm Quinn Fabrey, the cheerleading captain. I'm guessing you're new here?" There wasn't any judgment in her voice, merely polite interest. Any girl that showed up on the Cheerios was soon going to know Quinn, and very well- it was that way on any team, like an extended family. There was no point in acting uppity when this girl would end up like a sister to her.
She offered a hand to shake, her ponytail falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head slightly. Who knew? Maybe this girl would turn out to be a really good friend.
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Post by Erica Maciel on Oct 3, 2010 21:48:43 GMT -5
Erica had heard Quinn follow her back to the locker and turned slightly when she approached her. She had a really pretty smile, which was good. She could get far just by smiling. Not in the creepy way, but a smile could really charm anyone. She watched her quietly. "I'm Quinn Fabrey, the cheerleading captain. I'm guessing you're new here?" "Hi, yeah, I'm Erica Maciel. I'm a transfer."
Erica took her hand and shook it lightly, and gave a small smile back. She didn't really like to brag about where she was originally from, but if someone had asked her, she would definitely go deeper. Bragging about L.A. is not top on Erica's list. So she just left it as transfer student. Maybe she would think she was from China...
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