Post by harlequinn james monroe on Oct 3, 2012 15:43:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:408px; padding:8px;]  YOU ARE MY DISCO Quinn hadn’t made an official opinion on Dynasty yet. He’d only been there for a couple of days and a scheduling error aside, he was having a relatively easy time transitioning from the public school back home to this boarding school. In fact, he’d even tried out and made the cheerleading team! Perhaps all those years of gymnastics had been worth something. He was glad today was almost over and that he was going to be free in about ten minutes. He had history final period this semester and was writing down the notes from the lecture, his eyes trained on the teacher in honest curiosity. They were discussing WW-II and the speculations of various things Hitler was experimenting with during the war. His light, loopy cursive was far too delicate for his gender and it caught the eye of a Jock beside him who mouthed a very rude term towards the boy. Quinn rolled his eyes and adjusted in his seat, purposefully ignoring the hater next door. Finally, the bell rang and Quinn jumped to his feet. He gathered his things and shoved them into his messenger bag, making a beeline for his locker where he dropped off all his books. He grabbed his brush and flat iron and headed into the bathroom to re-flat iron his hair before he left school. He quickly touched up his brown eyeliner and curled his eyelashes then smoothed on a little Baby Lips chap stick before heading out of the bathroom. He put away his things in the locker and switched out for his brown Jessica Simpson bag before heading outside. He slipped his cousin’s expensive sunglasses on and went out to the bus stop. He shivered at the cold wind that tickled his throat and quickly pulled a plain brown scarf out of his bag and wrapped it around his neck to stave off some of the cold. The next bus arrived five minutes late and by then Quinn’s fingers were beginning to go numb. He blew on them and climbed the bus steps, handing over his $0.50 fare and perching on a seat. He was going to the mall, although he hadn’t had any plans on buying anything. He was trying to save up so he’d have enough to eat on this semester plus money in case of an emergency. Sure, he could rely on Shawna to get him anything he could want, but he preferred to buy things on his own, not wanting to come off as the spoiled rich brat a lot of the other students (according to the message boards and gossip) were. He smiled at a drag queen sitting in full makeup on the bus and overheard her talking to a friend about working at the club and what song she was going to do. Quinn’s expression brightened and he cleared his throat. He proceeded to ask the drag queen where she was performing at and got the directions to the club. He figured, if anything, it could be a way to supplement his income a little. He figured it was better than stripping for money and stripping wasn’t really something to be proud of. He got off the bus when it stopped in the South Beach district, changing his mind on going to the mall, and wandered around for a while, taking in the sights and sounds. A cute little boutique caught his eye and he headed inside, seeing if the place was taking applications. Sadly they’d recently hired one of the other students and were filled. With a soft sigh he headed into the next location, a hair salon, and stood around waiting to speak with someone. PLAYING ON THE RADIO TAGGED |
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