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Post by Lucille Quinn Fabray *Awy on Jan 9, 2012 21:50:36 GMT
  Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
It was a long childhood for Lucille Quinn Fabray. It hadn't been the childhood that she had expected. When one is sitting in a kindergarten class in the big city San Francisco and decides to start playing with the zippo lighter than their parents had said to always crazy on her, it isn't the best idea. One thing that happens is the teacher freaks out, which cause her to drop the currently lit lighter. The fire blazes around her hand but doesn't burn. The teacher is freaking out and the other likes are just staring at her. She is staring in fascination at the fire. Curious getting the better of here, she flicked her wrist the fire flew towards the wall. Pictures went up in flames and everyone was running out of the classroom. Lucy just sat and watched the world burn.
Thirteen years later, six moves, and a fire that killed her parents, Lucy finds herself in some crummy little town in Ohio. Sure, it's too late to go back and change the accident that had killed her parents. They has never figured out how the fire had started. It had been an accident. They had been in Chicago at the time and her first boyfriend, well, she had discovered him cheating on her. It was the day that she had learned never to play with her lighter when she was angry. She had stormed upstairs and been flicking her lightner open and closed. Then she had lit it to light a cigarette. Then her phone went off. It was him. That was when she flicked the flame with her finger and the lighter fell. Everything went up in flames, she was too pissed to care. By the time she heard the sirens, the flames were beyond stopping. Now she regrets going home that night. She regreted it every day.
Walking the halls of this school, she kept her head held high. No one would know that she was a little pyro. No one would know about her past. No one would know that she could manipulate fire with her bare hands. No one would know anything. She was just the new girl and kind of hope that it would stay that way. It was just easy to be that than anything else. Though when her shoulder collided with another girl's. She fell a cold seep all the way to her bones bones before it melted away. This was odd. She never felt cold. Even barefoot in the snow. Who was that girl...
WORDS; 481
STATUS; Complete!
MUSE; GRENADE
TAGS; Sanny-Banany
NOTES; Sorry if it isn't the best just trying to get the basic idea down |
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Post by Santana Maria Lopez [Away] on Jan 10, 2012 21:13:07 GMT
While growing up, people always seemed to think that Santana was...odd. She didn't really understand why though, but when she got to thinking, it was probably because she wasn't affected by the cold as other people were. But why was that strange? There were many people who didn't get too bothered by the snow, so it wasn't that unusual. But when Santana grew up a little, she knew why.
Santana could spend a lot of winters, wearing nothing but a short sleeved top on her upper half of her body, and not have to wear a jacket, and never getting a cold, or whatever from it. At first, people and herself just thought that it was just one of those things. It was only when one day when there was a complete blizzard in New York and there was nearly a feet of snow that people realized that the reason why Santana wasn't bothered by the cold wasn't just "one of those things."
She was seven at the time, and it was Christmas morning, and seeing the amount of snow in the yard, Santana got over excited, running outside, wearing shorts and a tank top which she'd slept in the night before, wanting to spend as much time in the snow before her parents woke up and she had to open her presents that had been left by "Santa" in the night. She spent the whole time rolling around in it, making snow angels and a snow man that was half her height. When her parents walked outside, knowing that she was out there, Santana hid in a large pile of snow, giggling softly, while yelling out clues to where she was as her parents looked for her, quickly hiding in a different place when they got near her, and their backs were turned.
About an hour after her parents got outside, they caught her, and dragged her back inside, about to scold her for being out for so long while wearing so little, when they noticed that Santana wasn't cold at all, and her lips hadn't even turned blue at all. It was like she hadn't even spent six hours in the snow. Other people seemed to find out about this as years went on and the snow kept coming, some smart asses calling her the Ice Queen because of this, and how it seemed to go hand in hand with her bitchy personality.
One year in the summer, Santana managed to get in a fight with another girl -- the reason wasn't something Santana had remembered. Santana was winning, but the girl some how managed to find the power to knock Santana over onto her back. But as Santana's hand hit the ground, ice seemed to have just shot out from where her hand had hit the ground, spreading out to the girl who knocked her over as she walked away laughing, causing her to slip onto her back and onto the road getting hit by a car in the process. The rumour about the ice appearing seemingly out of nowhere went around town, and her parents being suspicious, packed everything and left town, moving to Ohio.
There, Santana realized that all these things weren't just a coincidence, and that the ice and cold seemed to...like her. They were in her favour at least, and often, Santana found herself abusing this whenever people's back's were turned, much to her amusement. None of the damn idiots seemed to notice anything, completely freaking out about global warming or some other thing like that. They didn't even suspect that she was behind this at all.
One day, while walking down the halls, the people pretty much parted like the Red Sea at the sight of her, making it easy for Santana to walk down the halls without having to worry about being barged into, or end up being knocked into a locker. Just as these thoughts had crossed her mind, Santana felt someone colliding into her shoulder. Santana would have normally snapped at the person by now, if it wasn't for her feeling a burning sensation in her bare skin, sinking into and throughout her whole body spreading through every inch of her, causing her to let out a gasp. Santana had never felt the heat before. Not once. The feeling of warmth went as quickly as it came, leaving Santana briefly confused as she turned around, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Hey! Watch where you're going!"
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WORDS:[/B] 746 MUSE:[/B] NONE TAGS:[/B] QUINNIE-QUINN~ NOTES: S'fine ^^[/B][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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Post by Lucille Quinn Fabray *Awy on Jan 27, 2012 23:54:54 GMT
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
So, maybe she had never made some of the best choices in her life. Though when she are already a pyro and Quinn learned that she could play with fire and never get brned. That had just made everything all the worse. She can't really help it though. When one possesses the ability to play with fire it is best to learn how to control in. Instead of pretending that she can't do it. Playing dumb about controlling it could only result in more people getting hurt that she already has. There was no way to not control it. She had control of it when her parents burned. She had just been too upset to bother to put it out. Bad idea that that one had been. Though too late to change any of that now, she would just have to deal with it being her fault and never being able to tell a soul. To suffer in her own grief.
This girl that she had just run into. She had honestly never felt everything that had made her cold. Even for a single split second. Now this girl had just chilled her straight down to the bone and she was confused by it. How was it possible? Had this girl felt Quinn's heat the way that she had felt the cold? Hey! Watch where you're going! The confusion from the cold wass getting to her. It didn't help that she was already on edge from being at a new school. Maybe if you didn't take to take up the entire hallway with your over-inflated ego, these things wouldn't happen.
WORDS; 290
STATUS; Complete!
MUSE; GRENADE
TAGS; Sanny-Banany
NOTES; this one took forever
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Post by Santana Maria Lopez [Away] on Feb 5, 2012 20:53:53 GMT
The skin of the girl she bumped into still burned. Santana was pretty sure it was just the memory of it though. Even though a few moments had passed, and the feeling was brief, it still continued to burn. Santana never felt like this before. It was so unnatural. The cold was always what she felt, and what always reflected off her. But right now? Her shoulder was burning, and she felt it spreading through her body. Santana immediately decides that she doesn't like it. Too unnatural. "Maybe if you didn't take to take up the entire hallway with your over-inflated ego, these things wouldn't happen."
[/b][/i]. Santana lets out a scoff and practically glares at the girl "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?![/b] She snaps, venom evident in her tone "You should have been watching where the hell you were going![/b]
WORDS:[/B] 145 MUSE:[/B] NONE TAGS:[/B] QUINNIE-QUINN~ NOTES:[/B] Hope it's oka. I'm not too happy with this one..[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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Post by Lucille Quinn Fabray *Awy on Mar 8, 2012 4:59:43 GMT
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
The cold would shake from her memory. It was too crazy to handle. Nothing could be that cold. It was possible. She could melt snow if she so chose to. Not that she ever did. She exactly like the snow. Mostly because she didn't feel the cold of it. That was one of the things that she didn't like at this girl. she was way too cold. The cold just needed to go away and leave her alone. That was how she felt anyways. Who the hell do you think you're talking to?! She chuckled a little bit and turned to walk away.Some bitch who things that she is hot shit but wouldn't now what's hot if she was lit on fire. You should have been watching where the hell you were going! Then she started to. Maybe you should walk yourself, Ice Queen. Cause I think that things will be heating up around here.
WORDS; 185
STATUS; Complete!
MUSE; GRENADE
TAGS; Sanny-Banany
NOTES; this one is deff better
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Post by Santana Maria Lopez [Away] on Mar 11, 2012 18:29:44 GMT
God, Santana really hoped that that warmth wasn't going to bother her for much longer. But when the hell did she get warm? Even in the hottest days of summer, Santana never felt it. It was why she was able to spend so long out there without having to cool down at all. She still needed water, so her throat wasn't dry, but apart from that? Santana wasn't too badly affected. ".Some bitch who things that she is hot shit but wouldn't now what's hot if she was lit on fire"
[/b][/i] Santana raises her eyebrows, scoffing. "Oh, I'm the bitch? What the hell does that make you then?"[/b] " Maybe you should walk yourself, Ice Queen. Cause I think that things will be heating up around here."[/b][/i] Santana smirks, taking a few steps closer to her. "Oh really? What makes you say that?"[/b]
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