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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 15:32:31 GMT
Quinn had been assigned to a team for the upcoming Quidditch trial, but hadn't spoken to her teammates yet, since this latest test had been announced. She figured she'd head to the cafeteria to see if anyone was around. The awful fluorescent lights had a slight hum to them, which she did her best to ignore. This Vester guy better get those lights fixed, or I'm gonna lose my shit real fast.
She looked around at the buffet line. Pasta, burgers, salad bar, taco bar, desserts..."What, no booze?" She turned to the greasy cook, who was donned in a hairnet and stained apron. "Ain't you got some whiskey? Didn't Vester tell ya- I'm best at sports when I'm tanked!" With a sigh, she grabbed a burger and soda and sat down. After making sure no one could see her, she reached into her back pocket and brought out a tiny flask, which she emptied into her Coke discretely. "I was gonna save this for in-game emergencies...but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures."
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Post by Sprye Tatel on Jan 29, 2016 16:53:13 GMT
"Sup, Quinn!" Sprye burst into the cafeteria, a grin covering his face. "Sucks I got traded off of C.C. last season; you know that Walltur scrub can't Keep worth a damn."
Sprye picked through the buffet line to snag bits of fruit and a few tacos. "This team's got a lot of talent, but it's so fresh we don't even have a name picked out yet! I liked 'Crimson Cardinals', but marketing shot it down for being another team called C.C."
The imposing keeper shrugged and crunched a bite off his taco. "You still flying around smashed out there? People tend to notice you almost falling off your broom before they even let the bludgers out!"
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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 17:28:28 GMT
Quinn looked at Sprye as he sat near her. ...the fuck kinda name is Sprye? Poor bastard. His parents musta hated him... She chewed as she listened to his mention of team names and poked fun at her drinking habits.
"Me, fall off a broom? Psh. I haven't even practiced in a public place yet. Musta been somebody else. Drink or no drinks though, I'm graceful as shit," she replied, then let out a loud belch. She picked at her fries and pointed to Sprye with an extra crispy fry as she added, "Nice, shirt, by the way. Makes you look like a tool. I like it." She winked at him.
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 17:29:54 GMT
Walltur lumbered into the cafeteria, his footsteps marked his approach before his appearance. Having approached the cafeteria line, he proceeded to fill two trays full of food of all varieties. He sat across from the other two test subjects, looked between the two of them.
"Hi." he said to Quinn, ignoring her habits. To each their own.
Walltur's eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Sprye. All talk, no game.
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 17:45:33 GMT
Walltur smiled at Quinn, her banter was amusing. Her mannerisms were a stark contrast to the quiet, immaculate surroundings of the testing facility.
He turned his attention back to Sprye, uttered one word. "Tool."
After a slight pause, he dug into his small feast. Despite the large portions, his quick hands keep the crumbs on the trays, not a single one landing on the table.
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 18:08:47 GMT
"Can't argue with free food eh Wally?" Cameron Booker laughed as he let his tray smack into the table to the left of Walltur causing specs of red gelatin and creamed peas to fly from his plate.
"I mean we aint here for the money," he said between bites, "we could make more working down at the docks."
Booker glanced across the room making brief eye contact with Quinn, "But then the view was never as good down there eh buddy?" Cameron added giving Walltur a nudge.
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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 18:22:56 GMT
Quinn laughed at Walltur's commment towards Sprye. "Tool. Then, it's settled. From here on out, I shall affectionately refer to this fine gentleman," she placed a hand on Sprye's shoulder, "as Tool. So, does that mean I can use ya?" She winked at him before turning her attention to her teammates.
She laughed as Booker made a mess everywhere. "Ay, it's tha captain! Or am I captain? I can't keep track of these things. All I know is that I get to beat the shit outa someone!" She grinned. "And I'm here for a variety of reasons. Money, a favor to my buddy Vester-who better fix these damn lights-, and hopefully some fun."
She watched Booker nudge Walltur. "Speaking of fun, so who went down on who? I heard something about a 'good view down there.' Did I miss something? Y'all playin' for the same team?" She winked at her teammates.
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 18:30:33 GMT
Walltur turned his attention to Booker, frowned for a little upon noticing the splattered food coming from his tray. He grunted at the nickname, Wally, as acceptable as any coming from a fellow teammate. Following Booker's eyes, he turned to Quinn, then back to Booker. A large smile builds on his face as he stared at Booker.
"Nope."
He turned back to Quinn, giggled at her jab at Sprye. He listened patiently to Quinn's statements, his smile perked back up at her last question.
"Maybe."
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 18:48:41 GMT
"Of course we're playing for the same team Quinn," Booker said biting into a piece of fried fish, "Do you know how many strings I had to pull to keep us all together after the incident during the last test?"
"Now eat up," he said offering Quinn a chicken leg, "I hear we're gonna be flying around on mops or something this week and we need to be opperatin' at full intensity!"
Booker turned to look at Wally's rapidly disappearing food supply, "You could take a page outta Wally's book Quinn. Its amazing how much he can fit in his mouth!"
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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 18:53:22 GMT
Quinn smiled at the boys -a closed-lip smile though, because her mouth was full of fries. "Well, Wally, you're a man of few words. I like that in a man. But, if you're swinging for Booker, I respect that. That vest is pret-ty dapper, after all. Dapper as fu-uck."
She tried to read Booker's face. "And uh, sorry if I'm wrong. I mean, you two just seemed all nudgey lately so I thought...ehh whatevs. Doesn't even matter, really." Booker didn't quite seem to grasp what she was inferring, anyway. He seemed like a simple man.
She took the drumstick from him, sniffed it, and took a bite. With a mouthful of chicken, she said, "Please tell me you're talking about food? I don't wanna hear about wand tips and swordfights during lunch. If y'all are gonna talk about those deets, I'm gonna need a lot more whiskey..."
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 18:59:52 GMT
"Wait..." Bookers eyes widened, "Oh. You mean..."
He turned to Wally and put a hand on his shoulder, "It looks like there's more to this than I thought buddy!"
Booker paused, "We're going to need to teach you how to use a sword."
"Thanks Quinn," he said turning back, "That's some good inside information. We just need to make sure Wally here is combat ready."
"Last time the two of us played around with swords he ended up sore and bleeding," he clenched his fist, "But this time we'll be ready."
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 19:07:49 GMT
Ginger watched the other team from the doorway, raising an eyebrow at a girl pouring something from a flask into her drink. She stood at the doorway, watching her teammates and sizing up the competition.
"What a mess..." she thought as she watched Quinn, "How did she even get a place? Either she's good, or she'll be gone by next season."
Out of habit she tossed her bat in the air repeatedly, catching it by the opposite end each time. She let out a burst of laughter at Booker's seemingly oblivious response and the bat nearly fell to the floor. Regaining her composure, she slipped the bat into her back pocket, took a slice of cake from the line and sat down at the end of the table.
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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 19:08:01 GMT
Quinn's mouth (full of food) dropped open at Booker's continued apparent neglect for recognizing innuendos. "You know what, forget I said anything. There are no swords, Captain Oblivious. Ooo I like that! Captain Oblivious, it is!"
She held up her drumstick and saluted with it, towards Booker. "Aye, aye, Capt'n!" She then caught a case of the giggles. "You guys are fucking hilarious. I wish the other test-dummies were here to witness these shenanigans. I'm guessin' they'll be around soon enough, though."
Just then, a new girl came in. Quinn turned as she heard the girl NEARLY drop her bat, with the handling sound less rhymical. Pffft amateur. Maybe she's the one falling off of brooms that Sprye mentioned. Her eyes followed the seemingly mall goth/emo girl until she had sat down at the far end of the table. Quinn looked to the three boys around her. "...the fuck's this bitch? Doesn't she know cake makes you fat?," she said, with a mouthful of chicken.
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 19:16:00 GMT
Walltur raised an eyebrow at the continued exchanged between Quinn and Booker. After some reassurance and encouragement from Booker, Walltur shruged and smiled.
"Thanks!"
He nodded in agreement with Quinn, pleased at her praise and kind words. Startled by the sound of Ginger's laughter, he turns around to see her grab some cake. He looked to his teammates, then back to Ginger.
"Trouble..."
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 19:34:33 GMT
Ginger took a bite of cake. "Not bad," she thought, "not very good either."
Quinn's words caught her attention and she leveled her gaze at the girl across from her.
"Bitch, eh? Are you always so abrasive," she asked while watching a piece of chicken fall from Quinn's mouth as she spoke, "or is today a special treat for us?"
She took another bite.
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