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Quinn Hall

"Are you happy?"

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a character in “Eltz Academy”, as played by mostlytoasty

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Description

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Name
Quinlan Lucas Hall

Nickname
Quinn

Age
17

Ethnicity and Hometown
Quinn is a first generation american, his father was born in Italy, and his mother was born in Spain. They lived in the Upper East side of New york city.

Sexuality
Heterosexual... but it's not like he really cares at the end of the day.

Power
Innate Combat
"The ability to possess superhuman levels of hand-to-hand fighting skills and excel in various forms of combat."

Limitation: When Quinn gets very angry, he often gets aggressive, and blacks out for hours at a time. However, his powers don't kick in unless he is feeling an extreme emotion, in this case anger, making it necessary that he's angry. He also burns thousands of calories and energy during combat and use of his power, and can go into a zombie-like state where his body and mind rests, making him useless.

House
Quinn is the head boy of Kalt.





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Appearance
Quinn is not really someone you would call buff. In fact, he's on the skinny side when it comes to the average male his age. His shoulder's are pretty broad, naturally, but that's about it. He stands at just about 6'0, and weighs about 147 pounds, give or take depending on how much he's eaten recently. His stomach is toned, but not as much as it could be. He's got muscles and a toned abdomen.

Quinn's hair is kept short in a buzz cut, and he tries to keep it short and maintain a regular haircutting schedule. His hair is a bad brown color, that gets slightly lighter in the summer from the sun. His eyes are a similar color, however they are more hazel than brown, with a bit of yellow. His head is shaped with a defined forehead line, and distinct jaw bones. His nose curls up at the end, and from a profile view, you would see it is curved, not straight. Quinn's face had moles on it, similar to the rest of his body. Also, due to his ethnicity and parent's heritage, he has tanned skin, what would be called olive.

When it comes to clothing, he's an interesting kid. He dresses mostly laid back, and if given the opportunity, his favorite outfit would be a comfy pair of sweats and a sweater, probably with a pair of sneakers on. But, since that doesn't normally work out as appropriate, his outfit's are often laid back. Quinn mostly wears plain or graphic t's, and fitted pants with some type of boot like shoe. When it comes to fancy occasions, he's not afraid to break out his button downs however, and pulls them off rather well.

Also, he has glasses, though he hardly wears them.

Special Marks
Quinn has a large amount of scars on his back, all thin and white now, protruding slightly from his skin. They are all about 4 inches long, and very thin. He also has a tattoo of a lightning bolt and an arrow on his right shoulder. He also has various scars all over his body, chest, legs, face, arms.

Occupation:
Quinn works as a barista at the coffee shop, and part time as a drummer at gigs.





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Likes
Summer | Coffee | Reading | Drums | Sweatpants | Sweaters | Apples | Sarcasm | Confusing People | The Fall | Surfing | Brooklyn's Dumbo Beach | Alcohol | Cuddling | Relationships | Secrets | Being away from home | Kisses | Warmth | Pizza | Sunglasses | Jeans | Clean Laundry | Concerts | Long Car Rides | Sneakers

Dislikes
His father | The City | Early Mornings | Hangovers | Jazz Music | Being Told to Calm Down | Being Smothered | Compliments | The Cold | Chocolate | Dirty Things | Dogs | Not Understanding | Planes | French Foods | Shopping | Studying | Obeying Commands | Listening to Lectures

Fears
~Emetophobia /:/ The fear of vomiting, resulting from a struggle with puking in his past. ~
~Trypanophobia /:/ The fear of injections, and often needles.~
~Atelophobia /:/ The fear of imperfection, and not being good enough.~
~Mastigophobia /:/ The fear of being beaten or of losing in a fight. ~

Secret
Quinn was beat his whole life by his father and he has killed a man before.

Personality
It's an understatement to say Quinn is cold. In general, his character isn't the best, and he has never been considered a very good person. He can easily find joy in the distraught of others, and would happily sit back and watch misfortune unfold for someone, even if he could help in a little way. That being said, if you've been loyal to him, or some how, the two of you have ended up friends, it's very likely that he could be one of the best friends you've ever had.

Quinn's snarky and aggressive attitude often off puts others. He reacts poorly to meeting new people. He's got all of the friends he needs, in his mind, so why try and befriend new people who could very easily let him down, or be bad people. It seems pointless for him to spend hours of his time and energy working towards this persons happiness and a connection between the two if in the end, they end up betraying him. So, he chooses to push people away any time it seems like energy and time may be necessary to forge a useless friendship. Contrary, to his friends, he is a great guy. he would give his life for any of his friends and not think twice about it. He goes out of his way to make them as happy as he can, which is the only time he puts his happiness in the second more important place.

Then again, when he's drunk, he is very different, and could be considered loving, and affectionate.





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History
Quin's parents were born in different countries in Europe. His mother's family was native to Spain, and his father native to Italy. The two met when they were 20 and 26, while his mother was on a student exchange program in England, and his father was working in a law firm. The two spoke about it like it was law at first site, and moved to america together to elope. They moved to Brooklyn originally, the two living in a small home in a neighborhood of Italian immigrants and families. Mr. Hall had it in with the Mafia, which both was good and bad for their family.

Their first born children, Mia and Quinlan, were twins. The two were both feisty growing up, and refused to be separate. As long as they were together, neither cried, even when they were young, and they learned things very quickly because one would learn it, and then teach it to the other. Two years later, Jessup was born, a beautiful boy with tanned skin and ashy blonde hair. The three children were better behaved than the average children, surprisingly, especially since their father, now high up on the Mafia's ladder, spent no time at home. Their mother, on the other hand, was stay at home. She raised the three of them to be a mobwife's child, however. And by their teens, they would know the trade and business.

It wasn't until after Annaclara was born, and Quinn was 5, that his father started beating him. After a long day at work, stressful as everyday was, and a few drinks, he hit Quinn for complaining he was hungry. It was just one hit, a smack in the face, but it got worse as he got older.

By age 9, he'd broken 6 ribs, dislocated his shoulder, and broken both of his arms. It was a rare day if he didn't have bruises somewhere on his body, and probably about two months out of the year he had cuts across his cheekbones and a black eye. It got worse each year, and the first time he was hit with a whip, he was 11. One lash. One lash on the first day of school, for not getting out of bed right away. And one lash on christmas, for asking for too many things. Another on that friday, for talking back. And on they went. By the time he was 14, Quinn had been to the hospital more than a hundred times, but still nothing was done. None of his siblings ever got hit, the one time his father pushed Jessup while he was drunk, he bought Jessup a car to say he was sorry.

The first time Quinn's powers kicked in, it was the day before his 15th birthday. His father, too drunk to have remembered what happened the neck day, pulled off his belt, attempting to hit Quinn's face, but missing due to his drunkness. Quinn brought his father up to his room, and needing to cool down, grabbed a sweatshirt, and went for a walk. By this time, his family had moved to the upper east side, into one of the largest apartments in this side, but he walked far enough to be in a whole different part of the city. Before he knew what was happening, he got punched from behind, a boy a few inches taller standing behind him, preparing to hit him again. As the boy's arm swung toward's Quinns head, he grabbed it and blocked easily, swinging his foot to kick the boy in the side. He fell, and Quinn took the opportunity to kick the boy in the face, before sitting on him and pounding on his face, past when it started to bleed by about 15 punches, each harder than the last. By the time he stopped, his breath heavy and his hands covered in the boy's blood, the boy was no longer moving, no longer breathing. Quinn got up, walked home, drank half a bottle of tequila, and passed out.

The day before he left to go to this school, his family reluctantly agreeing, his father lashed his back bloody, the skin still raw and burning. He couldn't be happier to leave.

Family
~Father /:/ Christopher Hall | 53~
~Mother /:/ Jennifer Hall | 47~
~Brother /:/ Jessup Hall | 15~
~Sister /:/ Mia Hall | 17~
~Sister /:/ Annaclara Hall | 12~

Pets
~A snake /:/ A ball python named Cah~

Theme Song
Blood Red by The Maine

Anything Else
I really like Oreo icecream.

So begins...

Quinn Hall's Story

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Kian's eyes fluttered open, his alarm clock's beeping sounding terrible loud in his early morning haze. He groaned loudly, his arm smacking onto his night table in spastic movements as he attempted to silence it's noise. He wasn't adjusted to the time difference from home, at all. Well, that, and he was more than a little hung over right now. Finally, his hand connected with the alarm, the noise cutting off.

His eyes shut slowly as he faded back into sleep, but the combination of his headache setting in and the cat nuzzling his side brought him back into reality. Kian sat up quickly, moaning and clutching his head as he did so, and looked at the alarm clock. He needed to get going if he was going to be on time to hang out with Astrid. Automatically, he stroked the kitten at his side, picking it up to his chest with one hand and he grabbed a bottle of water from under his bed. Max purred lightly, obviously happy to get attention, and Kian opened his water bottle, tipping it over and draining it. Hopefully, this would help sooner or later. Also, Kian opened his bedside table's drawer, pulling out advil. He popped two in his mouth, swallowing, before standing up. Max leaped from his hands onto the bed, curling up in the warm place where Kian had just been.

He walked into the bathroom, going pee and then brushing his teeth. Checking the clock, he realized he had enough time to shower, and did so, quickly. Afterwards, he felt better. His head wasn't as fuzzy and wasn't pounding anymore. Kian changed into his uniform, the gold and purple being too bright for him at this hour. Despite the fact that he could probably get away with cheating dress code, he followed it. He wanted to be a good example of a student, since he was head boy.

His hair, still damp from his shower, was beginning to curl. He ran his fingers through it, to get it running the right way, the putted a dot of gel in it, hoping it would tame it. Grabbing his backpack, he poured Max a bowl of food. He also pocketed a pack of cigarettes. He was about to leave, before he made a last minute decision. Going back to his bed, he stroked max softly, pulling out a bottle from behind his bed and taking a few swigs, the taste burning slightly, but in a good way. Then he left, walking down the hallway, different emotions popping into his head as his usual smile fit onto his face. He nodded at those he passed, most of them generally feeling happy, but pretty tired, and a few angry for something or another. He met Annabelle at Astrid's door, knocking and waiting for the girl to come out.

Wow, she sure was pretty. He saw her once over, and he blushed lightly, turning to walk as she did. He didn't ask anything very interesting, and as he was about to ask about her night, when they were approached by the headmaster. Kian nodded at him, a large smile fitting his face. "Hello Headmaster Ryan. How are you?"




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Quinn tapped his foot impatiently. He was dressed in a crew neck black sweater and navy sweats. He also wore new sneakers on his feet, but none of this was important right now. After the private jet ride from New York to this airport, he was in pain. Just hours before the plane ride, his dad had gotten very, very angry. And now, with slashes all over his back, he was sore. He'd probably been hit with the belt 17 or 18 times, and part way through, he'd passed out from the pain. That's why he now wore a dark sweater; so when the blood began to flow if he bent down or stretched or something, it wouldn't be noticeable.

So he stood here now, waiting by the doors of the airport, next to the limo his dad had hired. He was carpooling with some girl... what was her name again? Alden? Something like that. They'd flown separately, since they live on different sides of the country. The girl came into his eyes, well at least a girl he assumed to be here. She was pretty, a little tall and blonde and pale. Yeah, definitely pretty. He nodded toward her, signaling for her to come over.

"I'm Quinn," he said, putting his hand out to shake her's, then opening the car door and letting her get in, before going in himself. They had an hour long car ride ahead of them, and he was going to let her decide if they were going to talk, or be seperate, in which case he would listen to music.

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Alwin practically kissed the ground as she finally descended from the plane. Normally, she wasn't afraid to fly, but her father had just gotten his pilot's licence and decided to test out his new death-defying craft in true Xiomar fashion, with his daughter in the passenger seat. Ally was surprised how well he did throughout the trip, but that was quickly cast out the window as he decided to show off at the end. His attempt at a maneuver of his own concoction ended with a lopsided, quickly descending plane and a screaming Alwin.

Now that she was on solid land, she felt her strength was returning and she could finally keep a hold of her bags, and her lunch. She looked up after readjusting her top to find her father trying to tame his wild hair with the biggest grin on his face. With a smile and a quick hug, she said her goodbyes, "Thanks for flying me dad, but I think next time I'll just catch a commercial flight."

He answered with a hardly chuckle and a tight squeeze around her shoulders, "You be good. Set a good example for those kids, or they'll end up like me!"

After a few more moments of conversation, Ally finally managed to find herself freed from her dad, but late to meeting her carpool. She rushed along the gates, hoping to catch up quickly. Unfortunately, she didn't know who she was meeting personally. Despite being in the same house, they had run in different circles thus far, though she had heard some physical descriptions from other girls in her year, all of them favorable. Once she'd arrived at the meeting place, she scanned the street and caught sight of a boy that certainly personified the depictions.

He seemed to have noticed her as well and bid her to approach. She returned his handshake with as much grace as she could muster and nodded a thanks for his actions. Suddenly, meeting her fellow head made everything seem real. Being a head girl was an honor for Alwin, and while she didn't doubt her abilities as a leader and example, she did worry about being able to seem approachable to those that need her. With a slight lilt to her voice, she responded, "Hello Quinn. I'm Alwin. It's nice to meet you." Hoping he hadn't caught her momentary lapse in confidence, she settled into the back of car.

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Getting into the car hurt. It stung his back. But sitting down was worse. He took his seat on the side opposite of the door in the limo, so he was turned enough to talk to the girl. Sitting down stung, but it wasn't until he sat back that he felt some of his wounds splitting back open. And there was the blood. He cringed for a second, taking a breath to try to get through the pain and turning to the girl. He quickly slid out his phone, shooting a short text to Annabelle. Hey. I'm on my way there. Hang out later? And quickly put it back in his pants.

She looked like her father. Well, at least pictures Quinn had seen. He wasn't sure how his father and her father knew each other, but there was a picture above their fireplace of the two of them together, at some lake house by the look of it.

Come to think of it, this whole thing was pretty weird. He didn't know he would be carpooling with this girl till he landed, and turned his phone back on. His dad had texted him saying there was a girl who would be hitching a ride, a girl in his house, and though he didn't know this at the time, after hearing her name he realized she was his co. Other than that, there wasn't much he knew about her. She was pretty, tall and blonde, but so were many of the girls at Eltz.

Taking another breath to try and ease the pain, Quinn smacked the wall separating the driver and them to signal him to drive. He felt the car start to move, turning back to Alwin. "Are you excited to be head girl?" He asked, his eyes looking her over, not in an intrusive way, but an interested way. He began to wonder thing's about her, as the car went on. Maybe, she'd answer with a long answer and they could talk for the rest of the ride, making it go by fast.

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Annabelle listened to Astrid as she talked. She had taken not to the girl, who had been known as Alice and she meant to keep a mental note in her head. Eventually while it was all going on she felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out and she looked at the text seeing that it was another good friend of hers known as Quinn. Her and him had been best friends since they were in the academy together and she rather enjoyed his company. She wished sometimes she could sneak away to visit with him, but Astrid was her best friend too. Sometimes Anna felt it was difficult to balance all her friends sometimes but she made sure she made time for each other them, especially Robert.

"Alrighty, I'll see you later, Quinny! :) With Astrid atm though~"

Annabelle sent to Quinn and she was happy, soon Astrid wanted to leave and she sighed, it was like her friend to want to leave, she suggested going to the coffee shop but Annabelle said it wasn't such a good idea considering that the shop might not be open and as they had gone out to Astrid's car and drove off Annabelle had been proven right. Luckily they had a back up plan and Anna followed Astrid's lead. "So how was everyone's sleep?" Anna asked both Kian and Astrid with a smile. There were only a couple people who knew about Annabelle's chronic insomnia. The teachers and the headmaster as it is their duty to know and it makes her school life easier, but they keep it secret. Then there was Quinn, Robert, and Astrid who knew, but Anna wasn't close enough with Kian to talk about it in front of him. Anna pulled out her phone again and began to send another text.

"Robby! You awake yet, darling? :) xox"

She sent the text to her boyfriend and she was hoping he'd be getting up soon. She was also very excited to getting to spend some more time with him later today. Anna had gone into day dream land for awhile but she knew shortly she'd be brought back to the world of reality, which was fine. Anna just needed something to do for the moment.[/size]

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After a mostly uneventful car ride, Quinn was happy to be at school. He nodded to the driver, knowing his father had already payed, and exited the car. He was happy to be back at school, despite how he had made it sound earlier. Each bump in the road has sent a searing pain through his head, and though he originally wanted to talk with the girl in the car, he had quickly put his headphones in and put on loud music, hoping to sleep. In his lack had been the sack they had chosen to transfer Cah in. This way, no one knew he was holding a snake, and Cah wouldn't freak out from all of the movement.

Checking his phone after it vibrated in his pocket, he grinned lightly at the text from Annabelle. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was really happy he'd be seeing her soon. Since the plane ride, Quinn had been a bit shaky, but in reality, it was since his last interaction with his father, two days ago. The driver removed his bags from the trunk, handing Quinn his backpack and putting his wheeled duffle on the ground, before leaving.

After attempting to put his bag on his back, but not even being able to put the straps on without pain, he put it on top of his wheeled bag, and entered the school. The front hall was full of freshman. He smiled to many, recognizing some as new Kalt freshmen, introducing himself, but mostly making his way straight to his room, and dropping his stuff off. He put Cah in his cage, turning on the heating pad, and made his way to the cafeteria, hungry.

He walked, his eyes on his phone. And that's why he didn't see when he walked into a chair, with a girl sitting. He hit it at a full walking speed, and instantly felt a rush of pain flow through his body. Quinn tried to mutter a sorry to the girl in the chair, his breath cutting off halfway through the word as he inhaled sharply, his eyes cringing. He could feel each cut on his back, each place the belt had hit him sting on it's own. The back of his black sweater was slightly damp in a few places from them opening on the ride here. Forcing his eyes open, Quinn said a quick "Sorry," before walking off quickly. He went to the closest wall, resting against it, breathing. Shit, his back hurt.

His eyes shot back to the chair he'd bumped into, looking over the girl in the chair. He didn't recognize her, so she was probably a freshman. Her hair was dark, and her eyes were a bright blue, traced in what Quinn had learned to be eyeliner, from his sister. He'd hope she wouldn't remember his embarrassing interaction.

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It was like a flame in the the darkness, a flare of light bright enough that all the others dimmed into almost non-existence in her mind. Alice had been blocking the smaller lights but she hadn't been on guard against something like this, and it brought her senses to forefront of her mind. She drew a sharp breath as she felt the intense prickle of energy along her skin, like a weight it pressed against her, if she reached out it would pour into her and she would feel it as the pain it was.

Alice looked up from Riley and Jeremiah, and the stuck-up new girl who had just arrived, to seek out the source among the crowd. However she barely had a chance as someone collided with her chair. The two of them ended up on the floor with the chair between them.

A snarl began to form on Alice's lips in the way of a 'watch where you're going, you bloody berk!', but it died in her mouth as she looked up at person in question. It was a young guy and for a moment he appeared apologetic before an expression, as familiar to Alice as her own face, crossed his features. It was a cringe of pain; clear in the sharp intake of breath, the tightness in his hazel-brown eyes, the set of his jaw.

This was the light on her radar. With him this close she barely needed to concentrate to focus her awareness of it, without feeling it she could tell the pain was sharp and intense, and mostly occurring in his back. Without thinking Alice ignored what she usually thought to be almost an invasion of privacy and reached out with her powers to get a better sense of not just the pain but the type of injury that could be causing it. She got a vague notion of the spread of it, of open wounds, and broken skin. Her instincts nagged at her, like a pulling in the gut, to wrap her powers around that pain and injury it a draw it to herself. For all her hard exterior it went against some basic nature of her power, of perhaps some fibre of her own being, to sit and do nothing.

Accepting the injury could be messy but then she could hold the pain in stasis. Holding the injury in stasis would mean accepting the pain; it wouldn't be the worst she'd had. And then there was the matter of consent, some people got spooked or aggressive at the sudden removal of their burdens. Still, she could take some of the pain, share it between them, he might not even notice...

She didn't have a chance to really decide, had only barely begun to allow a taste of the pain to seep into her, when the guy suddenly forced out a breif "Sorry," before walking off quickly. He went to the closest wall, resting against it. Alice just stared after him in dismay, a slight sting in her back.

As she righted her chair and sat down again, she realised that even with her sympathy she'd been looking at the matter clinically. The pain, the decision to transfer, she hadn't really questioned it. How had he been injured? Guys hurt themselves all the time; playing sport, showing off, drunken accidents. Another possibility stirred in her mind. Had this been done to him? Alice's anger flared at the thought, and the desire to find and unleash her powers upon any person responsible burned bright. It was a heady rush of power knowing she could inflict the same damage she accepted.

Alice suddenly realised she was half way out of her seat. She glanced at Riley and Jeremiah, and back at the guy across the room. He was looking at her warily.

What exactly did she intend to do? Sympathy mixed with rage and the constant demanding sense of her power. At her old school she'd made a small living accepting people's injuries for petty cash. A student footy player who wanted to do something about his stuffed knee before the grand-finals, a senior with migraines during final exams... but this was different. Possibly.

Alice turned to Jeremiah, 'Uh, just hold that thought, I'll be back in a moment. Get to know my pal Riley here, or something.' Without waiting for a reply she started across the room. She was vaguely humoured by how it must look to the outside observer, she being knocked over and then determinedly stalking after the person responsible.

As she came up to him she allowed herself to survey the person before her. His hair was cut short, and he wore a dark sweater over broad shoulders and lean frame, and she imagined his face was quite stunning when he smiled; rather than when it was marred by pain and the expression he made upon seeing her approaching. He's rather nice looking, all-in-all, she thought, a thin smirk curling her lips.

"Hey," she said. "I'm Alice Ender." 'And can I transfer your injuries?' she thought about adding.
Or: 'You should really get some bandages and painkillers for that.'
'Who did that to you and can I hurt them?'
'I'm invading your privacy; wanna be friends?' 'Or more?'

Instead she just said, "Are you okay?"

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Kian could tell something was up with Astrid when he put his arm around her, her body stiff and not reacting, not leaning into him as she usually did. He pulled it away a few feet away from the car, making his way to the car in silence. He mood was effecting him, and as the car ride went on his emotion seemed to drain, and he felt uncomfortable. He'd never seen the aura color coming from Astrid before, so he had no idea what it meant, but he didn't like it. When she planted a kiss on his cheek, he hardly reacted, nodding his head in goodbye and exiting the car.

His body blindly led him toward the back of the school building. Kian came here to smoke last year, and though he'd been trying to break the habit, old habits die hard. Walking slowly and silently, he pulled his water bottle out of his bag, taking a few sips, then putting it back. His feet came to a stop when he reached the spot. It was likely the headmaster as well as most if not all of the professors knew he smoked on campus, but no body seemed to care too much. Maybe it was because they didn't know how to help him.

Lighting up a cig, he took a breath, slowly releasing the puff while closing his eyes. What did he do wrong? Being farther away had taken away most of the emotion he'd gotten from being with Astrid, and he was now able to think. What'd made her feel that way? "Damn it," he muttered, punching his hand hard against the wall, then just standing there as he kept puffing. As he finished his cig, now completely recovered from Astrid's emotional surge, he felt relaxed, from the combination of alcohol and nicotine in his body. He made his way back to his room, changing his clothes into a different uniform, applying cologne and brushing his teeth. He then made his way to the cafeteria.

His eyes found Lucy immediately, and after making a quick eye contact with her, he made her way towards her. He had said they were going to get lunch, but he assumed he wouldn't freak her out.

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Quinn's eyes shut for a few seconds, taking a deep breathe to drive away the screaming pain, then opened his eyes again. They were planted on the chair, the now empty chair. Where had the girl gone? His eyes searched the room, sweeping left and right in shock, until they fell back upon her, now making her way toward him. As she arrived next to him, he saw her look him over, taking in his appearance, and he did the same. He cleared his face of the pained expression, and pushed on a bit of a smirk. Why had this girl taken in interest in the stranger who bumped into her chair?

He nodded slowly, taking in her concerned expression. Why was she so concerned? His eyes searched hers for some type of hint, but finding nothing. "I'm Quinn, and I'm fine," he said, but as he said this he could still feel the stinging pain of each mark. He'd have to change soon, or the wet marks on his back would become evident.

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"I'm Quinn, and I'm fine."

Alice smiled her eyes narrowing. Liar. 'Hello Quinn.'

Some people don't like to reveal their pain, for so many reasons. They didn't want to appear weak, or did't want to burden others. And that's their right, Alice tried to remind herself. It's funny how small pain is eloquent. A paper cut will be complained about long and loud, but real pain is harder to express, yet requires fewer words.

If I were to pat him on the back I'm sure he'd be more expressive. Alice thought, a little spiteful in her exasperation, she'd already had a small taste of that pain felt like. For a moment she considered being courteous, respecting his right to privacy. Her power felt like a headstrong dog on a leash, tugging, whining, trying to get at what it desired, and she honestly tried thinking of a scenario in her head where she walked away.

Then she turned and leant against the wall next to him, crossing her arms over her chest. Proximity was heady enough without adding skin-contact to the equation; she kept her hands tucked away. Looking back towards her table where Riley was talking to Jermemiah and the other girl, rather then at Quinn, she said in a low voice, 'Funny, you Americans must have a different definition of 'fine'. I didn't think it tended to involve your level of pain.' Only then did she glance at him, eyebrows raised, to see his reaction.

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A smile fit to Kian's mouth when him and Lucy made eye contact, and his walk sped up slightly as she met him halfway. He saw relief fill her eyes, and though he wanted to hug her, he didn't. Lucy didn't like a lot of the things he did, but that what made them such good friends. He chuckled lightly at her comment, tilting his head towards the door to signal her to start towards it.

"I guess I missed you, kiddo," he said, slipping his hands into his pocket and smiling as he used one the many nicknames he rotated on Lucy. He continued to walk at a steady pace, not really sure where he was taking her. They ddi that often, just roamed and hung out, because the two could go hours with nothing on mind and both have a good time. Kian mentally gave himself a slap across the face when they took a turn in the hallway, everything going blurry for a second. Lucy didn't like alcohol, and he knew that, and she didn't like cigs either, and he hated the fact that he did it.

But now, having just drunken and smoked, he felt especially bad about it. People, unless they were close to him, could never tell he did either. He was always so happy, so friendly, and people associated smoking and drinking with bad people, so it was always a shock when someone realized he had an issue. Then again, most people didn't realize it. Take Lucy, as far as Kian knew, she had no idea about his struggle with both addicting substances.

Kian came to a pause as he realized they were at his room. To someone else, this might look strange, a boy taking a girl to his dorm, but Lucy knew Kian wasn't trying to get with her. They often hung out in his room, since he had an impressive coffee machine, music collection, and book shelf. One time they'd sat in their for the majority of a weekend, ripping through a few books and a few too many pounds of coffee beans, and it was awesome. "It's kind of a mess," Kian muttered, nodding for Lucy to enter and turning on the coffee machine. He put out his arms and Max, his cat, leaped into them, leaning into him and instantly purring. He turned and looked at Lucy.

"How've you been?"




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Quinn could see in the girls eyes that she was thinking, though about what, he couldn't tell. There was a certain glint to her eyes that told Quinn she was used to getting what she wanted, used to working things out no matter what it took. And it kind of scared him. He watched her, and when she spoke, his face stayed blank, however a single vein in his neck pulsed. His eyes slowly lifted from the ground to her eyes, looking to see her expression, but it didn't help with his confusion.

How did she know about his pain? And how much did she know? Did she know how he got it? How much it hurt? How his body was marred with traces of past injuries much worse? Without thinking, he grabbed her hand, pulling her quickly out to the hall with him, and around a corner to an empty dead end. He didn't say anything, pushing her softly against the wall in front of him, and putting an arm next to her head, hand against the wall, his face less than a foot away from hers as he looked her dead in the eye. "What do you know, and more importantly, what do you want?" He said, his voice it's usual emotionless, cold self.

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No emotion crossed his face. Then he grabbed her hand.

Alice wasn't prepared for that. Pain flared suddenly across her back as her powers flowed of their own accord. She stumbled slightly, as Quinn quickly led her from the hall, but was too distracted to resist, instead her mind frantically raced to cut off the transfer of pain and reinforce the necessary mental barriers.

She gritted her teeth when she found her back pressed against a wall. The pain had steadied once she'd regained control, no longer increasing but still present. It wasn't a complete transfer, his pain might have lessened but it certainly wouldn't be gone, instead they both carried some of it. Absently she hoped that a little pain was all she'd transferred, she was beginning to feel a little less charitable, and that Quinn's injuries were his own to bear.

She stared up at him, resentful that her breath was quick and her eyes still a little wide. His face was very close to hers; his eyes were cold and fixed upon her, his face expressionless. His arm rested on the wall by her head and she recalled his firm grip on her hand, the lean strength was more clear close up. Unwillingly, she drew a shuddering breath, and wished she could blame on just the pain.

This wasn't right. She was never vulnerable, not in a long time. Usually it was she who commanded a situation. Pain was a constant in her life, she didn't feel it the way other people did any more. It was her companion and her weapon. Only the ignorant and the foolish assumed to come against her since she'd learned to transfer pain away from herself.

"What do you know, and more importantly, what do you want?" Quinn demanded, interrupting her racing thoughts.

Alice glared up at him defiantly. She was angry; angry that he could scare her, angry that his closeness affected her. Straight answers would be sensible. But there weren't many who had ever accused her of such a virtue.

'Want?' she looked him up and down, her mouth set in a condescending sneer, trying not to let her eyes linger. She leant forward, reducing the distance between them even further. 'Sweetie, I don't want anything from you,' she bit out harshly.

'As for what I know? Well... I know a lot of things,' Alice smiled.

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The Russian had taken and scored over thirty shots before he noticed someone watching him. When he was on the field it was as if nothing else existed except him, the ball and the goal.

When Vas' eyes finally left the ball to see who was watching him he was in the middle of a shot and his accuracy suffered harshly. The ball after leaving his foot took a high arc and went wide of the goal. "Shit" he murmured under his breath as he jogged off the field and toward the bleacher where the ball had landed. As he approached the seat the man who had been watching him made his way over.

"Thats quite the leg you got their kid." Man said as he extended his hand.
"Thank you sir" Said Vas as he shook the man's hand firmly with a confused look on his face.
"Well look I don't want to take you way from your practice or anything but we're starting a youth soccer team in town, and I was wondering if you would stop by and show the kids a thing or two. They could learn a lot from someone as talented as you."
The man seemed sincere and slightly desperate
"I..I'd love too" A look of embarrassment on Vas' face was soon over taken by wide grin at the thought of being able to help kids pursue their passion for soccer.
"Great! thank you so much, We start practice today after the kids get out of school and we have it 3 times a week, hope to see you there!" The man walked away dialing a number into his cell phone to make a call as Vas finished collecting the ball which by now had rolled deep underneath the bleacher.

"Well at least i don't have to worry about finding something to do after class" He thought to himself still smiling.

The Russian had worked up quite the thirst during his work out and began to feel slightly dehydrated. So he made his way back inside in search of water and in the hopes of spreading his newly found good mood.

Soon after reentering the school Vas saw what he could only describe as an awkward situation. He noticed a girl was pinned against a wall by boy slightly shorten than himself and although they were close in face they didn't appear to be having a relationship moment, but then again Vas wasn't in the best position to judge so he simply decided to walk past the two with soccer ball in hand and continue on his way.

Once again Vassi found himself in the cafeteria only this time the sea of people was less dense and more people were seated with only and handful standing up. He immediately noticed someone he had seen from earlier, A girl in a red beanie with blonde hair, She seemed much more alive now then she had earlier in the day and he swore to himself that even saw her smile a little as she exited the cafeteria with a boy who was similar in height to himself. As she passed him they exchanged a smile and continued in their different directions.

He continued on his way to the vending machine with his track pants making a "swishing" noise with every step. when he finally reached the machine he stopped in front of it and starred at it with a puzzled look on his face. "Umm how do I get water out of this thing without breaking it" he pondered. It had been three years for him since he had used one of these and he wasn't quite sure what to do. As he looked around he noticed 5 people relatively near him, on one side it was the guy and the girl with the dog he walked past earlier this morning. They seemed to be enjoying each others company so he decide it was best not to bother them. On the other side of him were three girls one sitting by herself reading a book and the other two sitting by a window. Vas decided it would be these two he would ask for help not knowing any better.

"Excuse me could either of you ladies show me how to operate that machine over there" His Russian accent accidentally slipped through as he pointed to the vending machine with an embarrassed smile on his face his.

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Quinn smirked lightly when she drew in a breath, his face still right in front of hers. He could smell her, whatever it was she smelt like, and it smelt good. His eyes traced her features as they displayed a cruel sneer, too cruel to belong to such a beauty as herself. As she leaned forward, Quinn not willing to move, they were near inches away from each other, so close he could feel her breath.

And then she opened her mouth, her words forceful, cutting like any blade. He was shocked, slightly, but didn't show it. He was used to being sneered at. But it did scare him slightly.

What did she know? How did she know it? And did she know where it was from? He flexed his back, out of habit, and for a mere second his face was yet again stricken with a cringe of pain as a sharp sting phased him, and he immediately collapsed his back, falling slightly forward. He was now leaning his whole body on his arm, which was partially bent, and was only a few inches from Alice. His breath came quick and heavy as he slowly straightened, blanking his face slowly, but unable to clear the pain from his eyes.

"What... what do you know?"

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When Quinn fell forward Alice reactively placed a hand on his chest to steady him. She could feel the heat of him even through his sweater. Her lips were parted slightly in surprise and she had pressed herself against the wall but the gap between them was trifling. I am so fickle, she admonished herself; it was difficult to maintain her resolve and anger with him so close, especially when the expression of pain flitted across his face. Although Quinn quickly schooled his features back to impassiveness, it didn't reach his eyes, and he seemed genuinely distressed when he repeated his question to her.

'I... I know...'

His eyes were brown. Well, kind of hazel. It was a warm colour, flecked with yellow. This, apparently was what her brain decided to focus on when she had a guy leaning over her close enough to feel his breath on her skin, rather than formulating words or actions. That, and pulse of his pain calling to her powers. What had this guy done to himself? The pain was sharp and raw, and just like that she knew he must be bleeding.

And damn her own bleeding heart, but she eased her barriers down.

'I don't know what stupid sort of things you get up to to damage yourself like you have, but I know you're in pain and I know I can help.'

The pain spilled over and her breath hitched but Alice kept her faced composed as she absorbed the pain, felt it burn along her nerves, leaving Quinn enough so that he was still aware of his injuries and wouldn't aggravate them accidentally. It was only once she had cut the off transfer and finally pushed the pain into stasis, that she realized her hand had clenched on his sweater. She quickly loosened her grip and dropped her hand to her side

Sighing deeply with the sudden exhaustion that filled her, caused by holding the pain that was now her own at bay, Alice rested her head back against the wall with a lazy smile. 'We really ought to do something about that back of yours," she murmured, 'I feel like it's gonna need more than just a plaster.'

More like, half the supplies in the medical bag she had stuffed in the bottom of her luggage. The pain had felt like her entire back had been torn up. She could think of what might have caused it just from the pain. Had he been in a road accident and grated his back along bitumen? Or maybe he'd been attacked by some sort of animal? Alice glanced up at him from under her dark rimmed eyelids, watching the rise and fall of his chest as her eyes slowly tracked up to his face, still so close to hers.

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Kian knew, more or less, what Lucy's reply would be before she answered. It was always the same, but he continued to ask, hoping that one day she'd eventually have an answer somewhere along the lines of good. But until, this would do. Max snuggled into his chest, then caught sight of Lucy. He liked Lucy a lot, and the cat leaped from Kian's arms to the floor, walking to her. He slowly walked around her legs, purring loudly, causing a smile to erupt on Kian's lips, as he contemplated an answer to Lucy's question.

"I've been good," he said, pouring out two large cups of coffee. "Did I tell you about the new book I picked up two days ago?" Kian asked, making the coffee the way she liked it, and handing it to her. He hardly waited for an answer, only pausing long enough to take a few sips of the black coffee. "It's actually pretty cool." Kian sat down on the other side of his bed, leaning against the pillow, preparing for the long words he would soon say. This was the usual interactions between the two, Kian talking, telling a story, explaining something. Kian just talking about anything, and Lucy listening. And that was fine, Kian liked hanging out with her, but he knew they'd never become super close, because she'd never open up to him. But that was fine.

"It explains, in depth, the thought process of the man who created lie detectors..." And with that, he went on a near 20 minutes summary of the book.




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When Lucy's hand was placed on his chest, he shivered slightly at her touch, and reluctantly leaned in more. He opened his eyes back to their normal size, and from this close, Lucy's eyes were bright and large. Their eye contact only lasted a few seconds, but it was pretty strong. And distracting. He was brought back into focus when she spoke.

Her words confused him, but that didn't matter. He chuckled, bitterly, breathing heavy after her first words.

When the pain decreased, his eyes opened wide, catching Alice's face fall into a pit of pain, her breath hitching. Her hand was clutched onto the front of his sweater, but he was now able to stand straighter, but he kept his arm close to her. When she leaned her head back, his pain still highly evident in his body, but not nearly as bad as it had been, he put his right arm under her elbow, supporting her more. "I'll be fine," he said, watching her reactions closely. It was weird, being this close to someone he didn't know at all. But it wasn't bad. His breath calmed to an even pace, their eyes connecting again. "It's not that bad," he said, thinking that compared to a few of his past injuries, it was fine.

But even as he said that, he could feel the wet, bloody sweater now sticking to his back. He needed to change, soon, or else it might start to drip. He connected his eyes with her, letting her decide where to go.

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Quinn's face was was again serious and unrevealing, and his gaze was firm. "I'll be fine. It's not that bad,"

God, he's a stubborn one, Alice thought. But then stubbornness was a trait that she herself possessed no shortage of. Alice just smirked at his words, managing to stand a little straighter even framed by his arms as she was, "I appreciate the martyr complex of suffering in silence, Quinn, but 'not that bad' is a stubbed toe after you finish swearing. What ever is going on with you, it isn't that. If it's from a fight or something I just hope you made sure the other guy lost teeth." Animal attack, notwithstanding.

Alice didn't let her curiosity get the better of her, she'd already invaded his privacy as it was. Although invasion of personal space didn't seem to be an issue for him, she was not unhappy to note. Her powers made her wary of proximity, but she herself didn't really have a problem with it, especially with the current culprit. With the distraction of pain lessened, Alice was more aware of Quinn's presence. The warmth of his body, his supporting arm, his solid gaze. He really is rather easy on the eyes, she thought mildly even as her eyes flickered to his lips. Focus, Alice.

"Anyway," she breathed, recovering from her momentary lapse. "There's still some time before classes, I've always considered punctuality as overrated anyway, so I expect you to do something proper in the way of getting patched up." Then added, less commanding, "If you want my help, you have it."

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Kian watched Lucy. He understood her, probably not as well as he thought, but more than she thought he did. His eyes skimmed over her, over the emotions slightly evident in her face as she processed his words, searching for a reply. He watched her sip the coffee, her mind fluttering behind her eyes. He chuckled lightly at her words. Lucy didn't like talking about herself, he got that. But it's not like he did anything interesting in his life. Kian's mouth opened, words ready to come out, when Lucy's phone chimed.

Talking the opportunity, he slid his out to check the time. Fuck, he thought, realizing he was meant to be greeting freshmen. Then again, his mind was still buzzed and there was no way he should be around freshmen in this state. When Lucy placed her phone down, his attention returned to her.

"You can go if you need to," he said, his tone soft and friendly, not giving off whatever feelings he had. "I don't want to keep you."




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He smirked lightly when she mentioned it being from a fight, but said nothing. He often forgot other people weren't accustomed to pain from their father. Quinn's eyes followed Alice's and he saw hers flick to his lips, a mild blush heating his cheeks, that he quickly pushed down. Not the time, or the place.

He sighed at her final words, pausing for a few seconds to think. He needed to change, that was for sure. So to his room it was.

Still holding Alice's elbow, Quinn redirected her toward the direction of his room, then broke the physical contact between them. "You can help me wash my back. And put on like bandaids." He said, walking at a brisk pace and knowing she would follow. He remained silent for the rest of the walk, opening his door when they came to it. It wasn't messy, at all, considering he'd just gotten here. But his stuff was unpacked, and everything was in place. Quinn turned to Alice, as if to ask, 'how do we do this,' but instead, just took off his shirt. "Remember, you asked," he muttered, keeping his back away from her. But even on his front, there were countless scars, the biggest from when he'd had an operation to fix three ribs that had been shattered, but many others. Holding his sweater in his hand, he could feel the back damp with blood.

"It's bad." And with that, he turned around.

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Alice hadn't be sure Quinn would accept her offer of help, as closed-off and stubborn as he seemed to be, so she was surprised but not unhappy when he conceded. It wouldn't have sat well with her if he had strained his injuries more while trying to manage them simply because he had allowed pride to get in the way of assistance. As he set of briskly ahead of her Alice shook her head with a smirk and then quickly followed after.

He seemed to know his way around rather confidently and for the first time Alice realised he might not be a freshman. She hadn't really thought about it before. She mulled over her thoughts in silence since Quinn didn't seem like keeping up conversation. They soon arrived at his room anyway, and Alice glanced about the space curiously. From her experience, it was pretty tidy for a guy's room, but clearly inhabited as his belongings were already set out. She briefly considered the contrast with her own unpacked luggage and sparse room.

As her thoughts returned to the matter at hand, Alice shifted her weight from one foot to the other restlessly. She felt a little awkward just standing there, and when Quinn turned to face her she wasn't sure what she should be doing. He seemed to be managing the situation better however, and without further ado, proceeded to remove his shirt.

Under different circumstances Alice may have admired the view, but the situation didn't really lend itself to such things. Still, she couldn't help but observe the numerous pale scars that traced Quinn's torso. They put the few she had to shame. The largest lay across his ribs, it was surgically neat with the tell-tale pattern along its edges that indicated it had been sutured. Others were less neat; some were still pink, more recently acquired. No wonder he endured his currently injuries without complaint, it seemed that getting himself hurt was not an uncommon occurrence.

"Remember, you asked."

Alice was beginning to wonder exactly what it was she'd gotten herself into. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she tried not to jump to conclusions. She noticed the smears of red on his hands where he'd handled his shirt.

"It's bad," he said, then turned to show his back.

'It's bad.' No kidding! Alice hissed in a sharp breath through her teeth and breathed out a colourful four-letter word. Despite her experiences, her bedside manner was somewhat lacking. Multiple gashes cross-crossed the flesh of his back, the skin around them was swollen, red and angry. Many of the wounds themselves had started to scab over only to have broken open again; his back was wet with blood.

It was one thing to know he was injured, and even feel that pain, but the sight of it was something else entirely. She took an unconscious step forward her hands clenching into fists and opening again with anxious energy. This was wrong. She knew what gravel rash looked like, and the pattern of a dog claws, or even barbed wired scratches. This wasn't any of those. Her mind buzzed rapidly grabbing at thoughts as quickly as it rejected them. If someone had done this to him, she'd kill them. If Quinn had done it to himself, she fix him up, then she'd kill him. Alice's head felt light yet she still had the sudden craving for a cigarette. No, smoking was bad, she wanted alcohol. Yes, alcohol. And cotton swabs. And plasters... She muttered another four-letter word that would have earned her a dirty look from her mother if she'd said it in front of her little brother.

"Where-" Alice's voice cracked and she cleared her throat. Her words came more clear, authoritative, and carrying an undertone of quiet anger. "Where's your medical stuff, Quinn?" Please, for the love of god, don't need sutures.