From: littleredd	Date: April 18th, 2011 09:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Quinn/Brian

Oh, now came the mocking. The way she imitated his inability to speak clearly.

"I-I-I said I wouldn't s-say." He protested, side stepping away from her with a wary look. Why was she so damn creepy?

	From: whodoo	Date: April 25th, 2011 10:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Quinn/Brian

Quinn looked at the younger boy for a moment, as if she was studying him. She was, in a way. She was trying to recall something - anything - her brother may have said about him. Wasn't he some sort of sociophobe or germ freak or something?

Well, there was one way to find out.

Neither one liked to be touched, so she naturally stepped in closer where he had backed up, and poked the boy's shoulder with her finger. "Tell me where my brother is, Brian."

	From: littleredd	Date: May 4th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Quinn/Brian

Brian jerked, mouth gaping open as he stared at her. She touched him! How- how could she do that? Didn't she know about personal space? And illness? And...and...people could die from not washing their hands in the bathroom, letting bacteria grow on their skin that then became flesh eating!

It was horrid.

What if she hadn't washed her hands?

Shuttered, Brian let the vase slip from his fingers as he stepped away. "H-h-h-he isn't here. He-he-he is with Yev."

	From: whodoo	Date: May 12th, 2011 10:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Quinn/Brian

She almost snickered at the look on Brian's face after she poked him. It was amusing and made her thing that she was right about the germ thing. What kept her from smiling was the annoyance that he still didn't cough up Alex's whereabouts.

Quinn sighed, leaving her hand up in case she needed to poke him again. Or something. "You're going to have to give me a better answer than that. Where will I find Alex?" She asked again, looking a little irritated.

	From: littleredd	Date: May 12th, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Quinn/Brian

He stared at her hand, heart starting to race as he felt a keen since of panic begin to build. Where was Erica? Or Ben? Why was he at this party? His feet was wet from the vase, and the shifting of shattered glass made him look down.

He'd made a mess, everything was wrong.

Why was all of this happening? The panic was starting to build faster as he looked down at the glass and lifted his right foot out of the mess.

"I-i-i, he-he-he, I-i-i.." was all he could get out, even as his hands started to shake a little.