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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 4, 2010 13:55:54 GMT -5
"It's nice," Markise said, bypassing Quinn's first question for the moment. "There's a bar, but they don't serve alcohol, a dance floor, stuff like that." And a deejay, though he didn't feel like bringing that up. "I think you can get food, but I've only gone there a few times." A few times to dance, anyway. For a while, he'd dropped by just to talk to Dare where he knew Michael wouldn't be around.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 4, 2010 14:01:43 GMT -5
Quinn supposed she didn't mind the lack of alcohol, since she was sure that hadn't been what Lyric had given her, and she did not need an encore performance of what had happened the last time. She preferred not to wallow in sadness, even if what he'd given her had helped a little bit. "So, then, what are you going to wear?" She squinted her eyes, and tilted her head to the side, giving it a try. "I think you should wear dark pants...to help offset your light hair. What do you think?"
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 4, 2010 14:11:59 GMT -5
"I think I'm going to wear my white jeans and a nice shirt," Markise said, turning to grab a couple more shirts for Quinn to try on. He didn't feel a need to dress up to go to the Bloody Mary. It was a pretty casual place, and dramatics would be an open invitation for trouble. It wasn't like the gay clubs in London, where he could get away with anything he wanted.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 4, 2010 14:18:59 GMT -5
Quinn ran a few strands of hair through her fingers, thinking perhaps she hadn't done so well after all. Change the subject she thought. "So recently you've heard alot about me Markise, but I haven't heard alot about you. I feel like I'm stealing the limelight when I want to get to know you better." Mostly because he was one of the few people that she trusted and liked.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 4, 2010 14:29:59 GMT -5
Markise blinked at that. "You haven't heard about me?" he echoed. "What do you do between classes?" He couldn't believe she still didn't know he was gay, but he didn't see a reason to tell her himself. He still heard about Dare and Michael now and then, though most of the attention had already shifted. Thankfully, that zapping spell kept most people from messing with him. "What do you want to know?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 4, 2010 14:36:53 GMT -5
It took a moment, "I want to be your friend. Like you're my friend, so no pushing...but I don't know what friends ask. I only ever had my sister." She nodded solemnly as she thought about that too, "I knew everything about her, but I think I've gotten that it isn't appropriate to know everything about people." She shrugged wanting to answer his first question, not recognizing the disbelief. "I spend alot of time in my shop carving wands, or extra time in the potions, herbology and COMC labs."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 4, 2010 15:11:44 GMT -5
Every time Markise thought that Quinn's background couldn't be any stranger, she said something like this. "I can't tell you how to make friends," he said. "You just, like, talk and if you want to know something you ask." Or, if they volunteered the information like Quinn, you listened patiently and added your two knuts when necessary.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 4, 2010 15:17:19 GMT -5
Quinn's brow furrowed, "that's not exactly what I meant. I meant more, I don't know what's appropriate to ask. I have a million questions in my head. But I met this girl...Adelle, no uhm Adara...that's it. She told me that I shouldn't ask so many questions. I should let other people ask questions." She ran a hand through her hair, "and it's apparently bad form to tell someone that people are bad, especially the nice looking ones." She widened her eyes as a thought popped into her head, "not you, I mean you look nice, but I know you're not bad, you still talk to me even when...." I'm weird she thought.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 4, 2010 15:25:54 GMT -5
Markise smiled and waved off Quinn's obvious worry. He knew himself well enough not to be offended by something that wasn't true. Maybe he was bad, but not in the way he was sure Quinn meant. "Yeah, you don't want to ask a guy how big his d~ is unless you want to hear a pickup line, you don't want to ask someone how their parents died unless you can pick up the pieces, but you've got to think about how well you know them. You ask some random guy in the corridors what he's wearing tomorrow and he's going to look at you weird. You ask your friends and they might tell you."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 4, 2010 15:58:35 GMT -5
Quinn's eyes rounded at some of the words that he had used, words she only knew the periphery of meaning for. She thought for a moment, her fingers twirling a few strands of hair. "So, why did you dye your hair purple from blonde? It looks good, but blonde looked good too." That seemed innocuous enough she supposed that was kind of like asking what you were wearing right?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 9, 2010 1:40:32 GMT -5
"I like it this way," Markise said, his short answer the simple truth. "I change it sometimes, and it keeps things fun." He'd been doing it for years now, and it didn't occur to him to tell Quinn when or why he'd started in the first place. And his hair had nothing to do with his sexuality, so he didn't think to mention that, either. He liked the lavender, though he'd been thinking of dying it blue for a while. "I used to dye my hair all the time, but I stopped so I'd fit in." A teasing roll of his eyes gave his opinion on conformity. As long as he was safe, why be a sheep?
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 9, 2010 10:39:33 GMT -5
Quinn twisted a few strands of hair in between her fingers, "why would you need to do that to fit in? You fit in just fine, and you have purple hair." Personally she thought he fit in more than just fine, as so far he was the only one to talk to her, it must mean he had a better handle on people skills than she did. "Plus, it makes your eyes stand out with this color of hair."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 9, 2010 12:29:15 GMT -5
Markise's lips quirked into a wry smile. "I don't fit in," he said, "and I wouldn't want to." He'd only wanted to fit in the past year and a half because he hadn't wanted to get hurt for it. At SWIM, and at home in New York, he hadn't thought a thing of it. "Guys don't dye their hair around here," he pointed out. "It took me a while to decide it was worth the effort." It had taken time, a near-death experience, and a sense of desperation, but that was more information than Quinn needed.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 9, 2010 19:56:15 GMT -5
That didn't make sense to Quinn, after all the people who had been the nicest to her, Markise, Lyric, Dare and Michael had looked different than the rest of the student body, but then again, they were also the nicest in the student body. Quinn set her arms across her chest, "you fit in with me. Purple hair or pink, it doesn't matter to me, and if it looks good to you, then it is worth the effort. It...fits you." How to explain that she wasn't sure, but she was sure that it did fit him.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 9, 2010 23:51:06 GMT -5
"Thanks," Markise said, giving Quinn a genuine, if brief, smile. He had a small pile of clothes for Quinn to try on now, and looked back at the dressing area as he sent her picks floating to an empty room. "I'm going to check on Jory," he told Quinn. "You can start trying things on if you want." Had Jory gotten stuck in something? Was he curled up on the bench feeling insecure again?
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