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Quinn skidded to a halt and looked at the crowd. The Delacorte Theater was packed and everything was about to begin. The steps down into the amphitheater were thankfully clear. She began a quick jog down the steps toward the bottom, her backpack continuing to bounce against her back. When a security guard attempted to stop her, she quickly flashed her press badge and pushed past him. The emcee took the stage just as Quinn pulled her Canon SLR camera from her bag. After flipping her hat around backwards, she got down to work. A shot of the emcee on stage, a shot of the crowd, a close up of the emcee, close ups of all the community leaders attending as the were introduced to the crowd. The camera didn't leave her eye for a good five minutes, and she didn't even acknowledge any of the other press members around her until then. A shiver went up her back suddenly and Quinn sighed. Shivers like that always meant change in her life. She wasn't sure she could handle any more change, but mental began to brace herself for whatever came next.
Cities: more to see, more to do, more places to hide.
Her bare feet twitched as they touched the cold concrete before beginning to fumble about for her slippers. A restless night's sleep and now cold toes? Could it get any worse? Yes, it could. She could still be living with her parents instead of out on her own. The re-purposed and refurbished warehouse wasn't so bad. She just needed to get used to it. She'd only lived here a week so far. It just took time to adjust. There had been many changes in her life recently. She'd just turned twenty three, her boyfriend of eight years had just dumped her for a leggy stage actress, her grandmother had passed away and left her a butt-load of cash, and she'd moved from the middle of nowhere to New York City. Things could definitely get worse, but instead they were getting better. Her toes finally found purchase in the plushy softness of her slippers and she yawned as she rose from the queen sized bed. Her new apartment was a loft style place in an old converted warehouse in Lower Manhattan.
She trudged down the stairs to the kitchen and set some tea to steep before shambling toward the bathroom. Her parents wouldn't believe it was their little girl who stared out of the mirror. Her waist length ginger hair was dyed candy apple red from the roots to about a foot from the end. She slipped on her chunky black framed glasses and stared at her blue eyed reflection. Based on apperance, she could see why her boyfriend left her. She wasn't anything special. There were curves to her figure, but not much. She wasn't gangly or curvy or a stick figure. She was just petite. Standing a measly five foot two, her body matched her size. She was small everywhere. After scrunching her face this way and that in the mirror, she finally gave herself up as average and continued with her morning. A breakfast of white tea, soft boiled eggs, toast, and Greek yogurt was followed by a quick shower. She slipped on a pair of black leggings that were more holes than fabric, followed by a net mini skirt and a white crop top. After braiding her hair, she added a red and black striped tie and her favorite cadet cap. A few choice pieces of jewelry and securely tied knee high Converse shoes finished the ensemble. Then she grabbed her backpack and camera before leaving.
Shortly after boarding the subway and on commute to work, her phone began to ring. 'Unsatisfied' by The Replacements began blaring through the subway car. Digging in her backpack, she found her phone and answered quickly. "Harley Quinnet, New York Sun." Her voice was soft yet clear. She listened for a moment before speaking again. "Yes boss, I'm on my way. I'll be there in about ten minutes." After listening a moment more she hung up and slipped the phone back in her bag. Harley Quinnet, or just Quinn to most of her friends, had been a journalistic photographer all through high school. Now she worked for the New York Sun, taking pictures of whatever, where ever, and whenever her boss told her to. Today it was going to be a performing arts affair in Central Park.
After arriving at work and grabbing her press badge from her office, Harley hightailed it to the park. If something was going down and she was getting paid to photograph it, she didn't want to miss anything. Her backpack thumped against her as she ran down one of the paths in the park. She had gotten directions to the event from a nearby bike cop. The performance was due to start in just a few minutes and if her luck held out, Quinn would make it just in time.
She trudged down the stairs to the kitchen and set some tea to steep before shambling toward the bathroom. Her parents wouldn't believe it was their little girl who stared out of the mirror. Her waist length ginger hair was dyed candy apple red from the roots to about a foot from the end. She slipped on her chunky black framed glasses and stared at her blue eyed reflection. Based on apperance, she could see why her boyfriend left her. She wasn't anything special. There were curves to her figure, but not much. She wasn't gangly or curvy or a stick figure. She was just petite. Standing a measly five foot two, her body matched her size. She was small everywhere. After scrunching her face this way and that in the mirror, she finally gave herself up as average and continued with her morning. A breakfast of white tea, soft boiled eggs, toast, and Greek yogurt was followed by a quick shower. She slipped on a pair of black leggings that were more holes than fabric, followed by a net mini skirt and a white crop top. After braiding her hair, she added a red and black striped tie and her favorite cadet cap. A few choice pieces of jewelry and securely tied knee high Converse shoes finished the ensemble. Then she grabbed her backpack and camera before leaving.
Shortly after boarding the subway and on commute to work, her phone began to ring. 'Unsatisfied' by The Replacements began blaring through the subway car. Digging in her backpack, she found her phone and answered quickly. "Harley Quinnet, New York Sun." Her voice was soft yet clear. She listened for a moment before speaking again. "Yes boss, I'm on my way. I'll be there in about ten minutes." After listening a moment more she hung up and slipped the phone back in her bag. Harley Quinnet, or just Quinn to most of her friends, had been a journalistic photographer all through high school. Now she worked for the New York Sun, taking pictures of whatever, where ever, and whenever her boss told her to. Today it was going to be a performing arts affair in Central Park.
After arriving at work and grabbing her press badge from her office, Harley hightailed it to the park. If something was going down and she was getting paid to photograph it, she didn't want to miss anything. Her backpack thumped against her as she ran down one of the paths in the park. She had gotten directions to the event from a nearby bike cop. The performance was due to start in just a few minutes and if her luck held out, Quinn would make it just in time.
I'm wide awake now. Just got off work. I'll start.
name: Harley Quinnet
age: 23
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Hello. I have just returned to the guild after a long "hectic life" absence to find everything I once had on here gone. I can't remember my old username, or anyone I was friends with. Sadness.... but life must go on.
I have been dying for a good roleplay for weeks.....
I'm up for pretty much anything except for blood/gore, horror, or most fandoms. Nothing against them, but unless it's one I know and we are using OCs, I won't do it. I don't like the restriction of trying to be a character that isn't mine.
If you want to run ideas past me or ask me questions, feel free to leave a post or pm me directly. Story lines, random pairings, etc.... I don't really care. I will get to it all eventually.
I do work, have two children, and go to college so my responses may be limited to one a day or every other day. You will get responses though. That is a promise.
I don't have much in the line of rules. I have a mouth like a sailor and a vivid imagination. Don't care if it's on a pm or a forum.
That's all I can think of right now... it's after 2am here....
Merry meet and Merry part.
I have been dying for a good roleplay for weeks.....
I'm up for pretty much anything except for blood/gore, horror, or most fandoms. Nothing against them, but unless it's one I know and we are using OCs, I won't do it. I don't like the restriction of trying to be a character that isn't mine.
If you want to run ideas past me or ask me questions, feel free to leave a post or pm me directly. Story lines, random pairings, etc.... I don't really care. I will get to it all eventually.
I do work, have two children, and go to college so my responses may be limited to one a day or every other day. You will get responses though. That is a promise.
I don't have much in the line of rules. I have a mouth like a sailor and a vivid imagination. Don't care if it's on a pm or a forum.
That's all I can think of right now... it's after 2am here....
Merry meet and Merry part.
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