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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 24, 2009 17:40:02 GMT -5
Considering that she was still talking to Markise, and she hadn't alienated him yet she didn't understand why his business wasn't doing well. "What kind of shop do you run? I would imagine that any shop you would run would do well. I mean I'd buy something from your shop...if I knew what you sold..." Quinn was afraid she was stepping in it again. Of course she'd buy from him something, if it was something she wanted, even if it was just a friend gesture, but how did she say that in a way that didn't freak him out.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 24, 2009 18:22:00 GMT -5
Markise looked skeptically aside at Quinn's assertion, but she seemed genuine enough. He paused for a moment, thinking about how to say it without it sounding... queer. "I have a clothing store," he settled on. Robe store might have sounded better, but he couldn't bring himself to sum up everything he sold as robes. She could find out what kinds of clothing he sold if she actually visited.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 24, 2009 18:35:02 GMT -5
Quinns nose scrunched as she thought about clothes, "I might be coming in there sooner than you'd think." She hadn't been allowed to choose her own clothes, so everything she owned was bought only out of necessity, not because she liked it. Maybe she could get herself a sun dress, or a new set of robes. Quinn twirled around for a second, "what do you think I should buy," before she realized she'd twirled. There had been such an exuberant look on her face, and when she'd realized what she was doing, she clammed up again, afraid that anyone might see her happy.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 25, 2009 21:07:39 GMT -5
Markise's eyes moved reflexively over Quinn at her question, but he didn't think he knew her well enough to be telling her what to wear. He had immediate ideas about what she'd look good in, what styles and colors, but he'd learned that the less he said, the better. People didn't like to hear that there might be something lacking, even in their wardrobes. "You'd have to come try something on first," he said, letting his lips curve slightly at Quinn's twirl. His apple was almost gone now, but they were away from the kitchens now, so he thought he'd make it. He started working on the apple's core next.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 25, 2009 21:37:04 GMT -5
A deep sigh left Quinn's lips as she felt more and more comfortable with Markise. Strange how the men she'd met her inspired a calming effect, almost like they weren't...No. It wasn't possible for every boy on campus to be gay. Quinn let her eyes glide to the apple core he was eating and she chuckled, "you eat the whole apple?" For all of her speeches on energy efficiency she'd never eaten an apple core, saved it and left it in the forest for the animals, yes...but not eaten it herself.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 25, 2009 23:17:48 GMT -5
Markise nodded. "Everything but the stem and seeds," he said. Neither of those was pleasant to eat, but he liked the crunch of the core, and there was less waste. He could justify dropping a few seeds and a stem, but not half a piece of fruit that would rot before anything happened to it. "You don't?" he asked at last, turning the question back.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 26, 2009 13:38:19 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head, her fingers again smoothing back a few pieces of hair. "No, I generally give them to animals." She'd never been allowed to keep a pet, when she went into the forest she'd made friends. Those friends were sometimes the only thing that had kept herself and her sister sane. "I don't like the hard bits, because they get in between my teeth. Besides, animals need to be fed too."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 27, 2009 17:06:48 GMT -5
"I never had an animal to feed," Markise said. "I lived in an apartment, and it might have worked for a fish or something, but we never had any pets." There were pigeons and squirrels in New York City, but Markise never would have gone looking for either one to feed them. "You live in the country or something?" he asked. If she saved her apple cores to feed animals, it sounded like she must.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 30, 2009 18:37:47 GMT -5
Looking down at her feet Quinn nodded, "close enough to one. It was where my sister and I went when we managed to get a few moments to ourselves." The forest had been her idea, Kiley had wanted to run away to the city, see if they could catch a ride over to America to find their Dad's family. "I liked to hide there, my sister...she always wanted to go to America."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 1, 2009 22:55:48 GMT -5
"Really," Markise said, looking aside at Quinn. "Where'd she want to go?" The U.S. was a huge country, and he'd picked up last term that Europeans referred to both North and South America as America. He'd guess she meant the U.S., but he knew how far guesses actually went.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 1, 2009 22:59:31 GMT -5
Quinn bunched her nose up thinking, wondering if Quinn had actually mentioned a specific place at some point. "She loved people and being with people, I think she said something about Chicago once." She wasn't sure why Chicago, or what was there, but when it had come to choosing one location it had been that New York, LA, Las Vegas, or Dallas Texas. "I didn't know much about places like that. It was her dream I was just tagging along."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 3, 2009 19:40:47 GMT -5
"So you don't like people, or what?" Markise asked, half teasing. He'd been friends with enough people that hated people that it didn't register as a possibly derogatory comment. Or maybe that was living with Ariel for two months. He looked away to repress the smile that threatened. He didn't need to be thinking about Ariel right now, no matter how impossible he was finding it.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 3, 2009 19:49:03 GMT -5
That touched a little bit close to home, Quinn thought. "No, I guess I never did before. Not that I didn't want to. But my step-father, well he thought children should speak when spoken to, and sometimes not even then." She shook her head, "it doesn't take long before people that come to visit start playing that role too." Quinn felt a little shaky so she took her own apple and bit into it, without thinking she started to finish a thought, "but Hogwarts is a different place I want it to be different here." As she was speaking she realized that she was chewing the apple and put a hand over her mouth blushing furiously for the lapse in proper etiquette.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 3, 2009 20:12:42 GMT -5
Etiquette wasn't something that had been ingrained in Markise, though he tried when it mattered. He didn't notice Quinn's blunder, thinking instead on what she'd said. His face grew slightly more pensive as he connected that bit of information with his own father. And his damned insistence on men as silent, emotionless, brooding people. His dad was such an a~hole sometimes. Most of the time, he corrected himself, a though that only brought him back to Ariel and that conversation on the couch. "No offense," Markise said, "but he sounds like a jerk."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 3, 2009 20:19:45 GMT -5
Quinn gave a half crooked grin at the vehemence in Markise's voice, "he was a jerk. Is a jerk, but I don't have to live with him anymore. After," no personal details she heard Adara's voice telling her. "Well, he just doesn't want to see me anymore and I'm fine with that. It's better that way." It was better for her, she just wished it had been better before Kiley had finally stood up to him.
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