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Post by brittany on May 18, 2011 18:20:00 GMT -5
  Brittany adjusted the temperature before taking a step in, sighing with satisfaction as warm water began to drizzle down her sore body. She massaged shampoo, strawberry scented, into her golden locks and winced from several muscle spasms. Like always, Coach Sylvester forced them to work hard during practice and shouted obnoxiously about how they weren't going to make it to nationals with their poor excuse of a routine. The water felt great on her sore muscles, and she appreciated the time spent in the locker room showers. Shortly after, Brittany stepped out felling a little better for wear. She pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged her legs comfortably, a loose top, and some much needed accessories. Even though class had ended, and she was most likely one of the few left around, she still enjoyed prettying herself up. Shopping had always been a form of enjoyment for Brittany, and she didn't have to worry about any ducks finding her in the comfort zone of the shopping mall. Besides shopping for clothes, it always gave Brittany the chance to hang out with her friends.
She was curious as to what she would do later on in the day, knowing that homework would be out of the question. Her teachers always stared at her assignments in confusion, small artistic drawings of animals usually mixed in with her haphazard answers. She figured this day could be used to check up on her grandparents, and maybe her grandmother would make some chocolate chip cookies like she used to. Either that, or she could groom Lord Tubbington. She feared he had been reading her diary as of late, and maybe softening him up would make him leave her absent-minded thoughts alone. Even so, the journal had been more sacred to Brittany as late. Pages had been laced with words of confusion on her feelings on a certain Cheerio, and a boy whose feelings she didn't want to hurt. Brittany, finally content with her thoughts and her appearance, stepped out of the girls locker room and made her way to her locker.
She knew homework was due for Mr. Schuester tomorrow, and as much as she didn't want to complete the assignment given she knew she should at least try, even though her grandmother's cookies were calling her. He was her favorite teacher after all, even though she couldn't understand the difference between uno and dos, and wondered why she had to learn Spanish. It wasn't like she was going to run into a Spaniard begging her for directions anytime soon anyway. She soon came upon her locker, knowledge of the Spanish textbook inside. As she grasped the lock, she soon found herself frowning. "Wait, what was the code again?" She span the lock into a random direction, and pouted when nothing happened. "Mr. Schuester will be so mad if I don't do this. Maybe I could convince him Lord Tubbington ate my textbook....." She continued to work the lock, frustrated that she couldn't remember. [/color][/font][/center] Tag: Quinn
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Post by quinn lucy fabray on May 22, 2011 21:04:38 GMT -5
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It had been another long day, and now that Cheerios practise was over Quinn wanted nothing more than to just go home and relax. She had gotten most of her homework out of the way which had more or less freed up her evening and she had nothing planned activity wise. So, she plan was probably going to be to go home, have dinner, work on a few songs for Glee Club, then just relax on the couch or on her bed with her pyjamas and a movie. She would have to shower too, but she preferred to do that at home since the showers in the locker rooms weren’t the most spacious and she didn’t like the idea that someone could just pull back a curtain and be able to watch her. There was no privacy at the school, and despite thinking nobody would actually spy like that, she always wanted to be on the safe side. That was why she had packed some deodorant and strawberry body spray; they were another way to help her smell nice after practise – along with her change of clothes – until she could get home to shower herself. It was also preferable because it didn’t add more to carry in her gym bag, which was heavy enough with her practise clothes, uniform, pom poms and shoes.
After making it back to the locker room and changing, Quinn quickly pushed a brush through her long, blonde hair and smoothed it out with some anti-frizz serum. Once she’d done that, she secured it with a headband and pulled on the jewellery she had been wearing that day. After a quick swipe of lip gloss and a few sprits of body spray, the seventeen year old was ready to go. It was probably unnecessary for her to get so dolled up when all she was doing was going home, but she was preparing in case she happened to see Sam or plans were made with him. So far, she hadn’t heard from him because he was probably still at football practise but she was planning to call him in a bit and was ready to go in case plans were made for the night. For all she cared, he could come over and join her whole pyjama and movie night, though her mother would probably wonder what was going on if she saw that. Quinn smiled at the mental picture she’d just gotten of that reaction, and it amused her enough to laugh out loud. Now feeling the need to text him and share that funny moment, Quinn dug around her purse for her cell phone and typed a quick message to Sam before putting it back in her bag and heading out the door.
Once she was in the empty hallways, Quinn shouldered her bags and started heading for the parking lot. She decided it was probably a good idea to head home first in case Sam responded back about being busy, and she figured she’d wait to hear back before she changed. She doubted that he would be too busy to see her since that seemed to be his favourite past time – not that she was complaining – so it was just a matter of waiting for him to get back to the locker room and read the message. As she fished her keys out of her pocket, Quinn was almost to the parking lot door when she saw Brittany standing at her locker, staring at it in confusion. Sighing with amusement, the cheerleader headed over to her friend and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey Britt,” she greeted with a warm smile. “Having some locker issues?” Thankfully, Quinn knew her friend’s combination since this incident tended to occur at least once every few weeks.
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Post by brittany on May 25, 2011 0:05:46 GMT -5
Staring at the lock with defeat, Brittany let out a deep sigh before resting up against the lockers. She felt silly for forgetting her combination, but also felt amused about it considering this happened on a daily basis. She placed her delicate hands into her pockets, contemplating about what to do with her predicament. She considered going home and blaming her cat for her misplaced homework, but also considered that she used that excuse quite often. Although, most of the time her cat did take the chance to destroy her homework. It's destruction varied in pieces of paper missing, or the entire assignment ending up in shambles amongst kitty litter. She didn't mean to disappoint her teachers but things happened on occasion or she was just busy spending time with her friends. She pushed herself back off the lockers and stared determined at the lock again. She would figure this silly combination out, and she would complete the Spanish assignment.
She began to fiddle with the lock, growing desperate with each nervous turn. She didn't want to admit it but, the fact that a muffin was sitting in her locker was a type of motivation for her to continue to attempt to open the small storage space. She tried to push the Spanish textbook to the front of her mind, and the need for her to stay on top of things before continuing on with her challenge. Busy with figuring out the stingy lock, Brittany flinched at the voice that disturbed the originally quiet hallway, " “Having some locker issues?” She couldn't help but let a smile grace her once frustrated features. She spun around, coming face to face with one of her closest friends, Quinn Fabray. In Brittany's opinion, Quinn, often known as the HBIC around McKinley, was one of the sweetest girls and a great friend. Although, the way Quinn treated her was different in comparison to others as well. Taking the time to gather her thoughts, she spoke "Hey Quinn. I know it's silly but I can't remember. Could you please open it for me? I really need to do Mr. Schuester's assignment." Brittany, happy to have Quinn as a friend and hoping to achieve the open locker, couldn't help but add "Oh! I also have a chocolate chip muffin in there as well if you'd like some?" as a type of motivation for her to stick around.
She wondered if Quinn would be interested in hanging out with her later on in the week. As she began to think about possibilities, she formulated a possible slumber party with her and Santana. They hadn't done one in a while, or rather she didn't remember the last one she had attended, and usually it resulted in a fun time amongst her closest friends. She also wasn't sure if Santana and Quinn were okay with each other at the moment, and if either girl would be interested or have the time to devote a night with each other. She'd wait until she figured out Mr. Schuester's assignment before jumping into anything, even though hanging out with friends sounded a lot better than figuring out tenses for Spanish verbs.
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Post by quinn lucy fabray on May 27, 2011 13:30:18 GMT -5
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Quinn was more than ready to go home. It had been a very long day and Cheerios practise had left her slightly sore in her ankles given how many times they had practised the new pyramid that Coach Sylvester had come up with. She was all about absolute perfection, and though Quinn didn’t think they could pull it off any more perfectly, she wasn’t going to say that to the coach. Most of the time when she made suggestions, the coach actually liked them because she trusted Quinn’s judgement as Captain. However, the seventeen year old wasn’t sure that telling her that they were already perfect would go over well; that was why she kept her mouth shut and just kept doing what she was asked to do. After all, the more practise she got the more in shape she got and the more her body would go back to how it had been before she’d gotten pregnant. That was all a plus in Quinn’s books, and it would help her enjoy her time with Sam that much more. In fact, she liked the idea of a nice massage when she got home and he joined her. She could feel how tight her muscles were right now thanks to practise. She would, of course, give him one in return.
Quinn smiled at Brittany as she watched Brittany fiddle with her lock before she noticed Quinn standing there. The poor girl had this issue more often than not, and she knew how frustrated her fellow Cheerio got when it happened. The positive side of it was that at least it wasn’t going to make her late for class like it sometimes did in the morning. She smiled again as Brittany spun around and saw her standing there, looking genuinely pleased to see her. The two of them were pretty close and though Brittany wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, she still really liked the girl. She was a nice change from Santana and her snarky ways, but Quinn considered both of them good friends. Brittany, however, was a sweetheart and couldn’t hide that no matter how much she tried. “It’s not silly, Britt. Even I can’t remember my combination sometimes,” she said with a kind smile, moving in front of her friend and seizing the lock. Once she had a good grip, she spun the lock and pulled it open. Luckily, she knew Brittany’s combination otherwise that wouldn’t have been possible. “There you go. Now you can get your Spanish book,” she said, stepping aside to let Brittany reach in.
After a moment, however, she reached for the lock again and spun it around in her hand. “Here. I’m going to reset it to the digits of your birthday so you can remember it easier,” she said, spinning it a few times before handing it back. “Now you should be okay. At least it didn’t happen before class like it did yesterday,” she offered, handing it back to her friend. “I’ll skip the muffin; it has too many calories for me. But thanks for offering,” she said, leaning against the locker beside Brittany’s to wait for her to get her things. Now that she was thinking about it, Quinn hadn’t hung out with Brittany in a while outside Cheerios practise and Glee club because they’d both been so busy with their boyfriends and getting ready for sectionals. This realization made her frown and she hoped she wasn’t becoming one of those people who put her boyfriend before her friends. “So what are your plans for the night, other than working on Mr. Schue’s assignment?” she asked, trying to determine if they could go and get some coffee or something before heading home.
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