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so i’ve just gone through all of my character drafts/activity to make sure i have all the replies i need to do tucked safely away in my drafts. here’s how many i have for each character (mostly for me, but also if you care of course)

tino: 8 quinn: 11 honey: 8 paris: 5 lacey: 8

i’ll most likely start with quinn, since i have the most to do on him. then, i’ll go through the ones i have 8 in order of how they land on my blog (so tino, honey, then lacey) and THEN i’ll go back and finish up paris’. not saying this is all going to happen today/tonight buuut that’s my end goal, anyways. i’ll also try to be as present in my ims as possible. so yeah, also if you want to plot with any/all of my characters, just like this oooor hmu ;) love you guys <3

#( xx. keems speaks ; out of quinn. ) #vivaooc #just a quick tracker #also plot call

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He couldn’t deny it; Quinn had been eavesdropping on the conversation. However, to be fair, he couldn’t help it when Raven wasn’t caring to be more secretive about it in the first place. When she snapped at her, the college student raised both hands as if surrendering to her. “Hey, relax babe, it’s not like I understood like, ninety percent of what you said. But, I did catch the bit about you not being pregnant, so congrats on that.”

“What? No, Ma, I’m not pregnant. Dios mío, Mama, the hell kind of question is that?! … Well I think it’s appropriate to cuss around your mother when she asks questions like that!” She takes her phone away from her ear and frowns. “Well bye to you too, Ma! ¡Qué maldita vaina, coñazo!” Raven angrily tucks her phone away and looks at the person next to her. “What?” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

#( xx. raven navarro 02. )

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“Okay, first question: how many cups have you had tonight?” Quinn asked with a smirk and a quirk of one eyebrow as he looked Daley over. “Second question is: don’t you think by this time of the night you should be putting down the coffee and picking up the booze? That’s what I do.”

“I need to give up coffee for good. There’s no good reason for me to be drinking it this late, and yet, here I am.”

#( xx. daley mcdermott 01. ) #hello love! #welcome!! #i'm keems and i was thinking they could have some kind of friendship?? #i mean lowkey quinns a serial killer but like a usually pretty chill one lmfao

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“Hey, perfect timing.” Quinn laughed, stopping in his tracks as he walked up on the female sliding his jacket around her frame. “I got halfway back to my apartment before I realized I left it, but I couldn’t remember exactly where I left it, so I just spent the past hour retracing my steps through the different bars I went to tonight.” He explained, but arched a brow, flashing her a charming smile as he continued to speak, “If you really want it, though, it’s yours.”

“This jacket has been sitting on this chair for the past hour and I assume the owner won’t be back for it. Unless, you are the owner?” 

#( xx. yoon-a lee 01. ) #i have your reply to my starter in my drafts btw! #i just wanted to reply to this one too

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“Goddammit,” Quinn hissed, looking down at the white shirt he was wearing. Of course, it had to be white; that was just his luck, after all. It had a tiny, dark stain on the left arm. Blood. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to apparently warrant attention from a stranger. The college student glanced up hearing the male speak, but chuckled a bit as he tried to brush it off like it was not what it seemed to be. “This? Oh yeah, for sure. My sister just got married and, like a complete dope, I spilled wine all over my favorite shirt. I guess I just didn’t wash it thoroughly enough.”

Raf was always cautious when he went to crowded places alone. He was always afraid someone might recognize him from his previous career. He’s done so much to fall of the media’s grid, but every now and then someone spotted him and posted it on the internet. Raf rarely used social media for the sake of trying to keep his privacy. As he looked up to see someone looking at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?” he asked, a phrase he says on numerous occasions since becoming an EMT.

#( xx. rafael morino 01. ) #excuse him hes a serial killer lmfao

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The college student was already drunk enough, having gotten a little too crazy with his classmates at another pub on the strip. Some time between then and now, he’d gotten separated from them and was now on his one, which was typically how he preferred it. However, hearing a delicate female voice speak up, he raised his eyes to see an unfamiliar brunette sitting at the bar beside him. “Oh, hell yeah. I don’t turn down free drinks.”

Ivy sat at a crowded bar, nursing her own glass of scotch while staring blankly at the TV in front of her. “Pardon me, bartender. Can I have two of those drinks, the ones with that ancient little worm at the bottom? One for me and one for you. If you drink this shot with me, I’ll pay for drinks for the rest of the night. On me.”

#( xx. ivy remington 01. )

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“I mean, maybe it’s not a prank?” Quinn offered with a soft chuckle, directing his attention to the blonde before him. “Maybe you’ve just got some friends who are seriously concerned about your love life, and obviously looking out for you and your pleasure.”

“I got a vibrator in the mail today. Okay, who’s pulling a prank on me?”

#( xx. sofia beaumont 01. )

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#( xx. playlist. ) #not only do i adore tech and this song buuut #its literally just quinn

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Alora had found herself, more often than not, sitting outside to collect your thoughts since returning to Vegas. She hadn’t even taken notice to the male when she sat down. Raising one eyebrow in an annoyed facial gesture, she turned towards him. “I wasn’t going to ask. I could literally care less about whatever,” she made a motion with her hands towards the scratch on his face, “this is.” She gave a shrug as she unlocked her phone to flip through Instagram. “Probably deserved it anyhow.”

Quinn wanted to laugh, but he was in too sour of a mood. Still, the strange brunette who’d decided to sit beside him had no idea how right she was in that assessment. “Yeah? That’s a pleasant surprise; you have no idea how many questions I’ve gotten today-” He paused, tasting the coppery familiar taste of blood in his mouth before he continued. “You’re right though, I was kind of a dick and maybe I did deserve it a little, tiny bit.”

#( xx. alora black 01. )

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Samantha was taken off guard when she sat down. She hadn’t had time to even glance to see who she had sat next to before she was already being thrust into a conversation. “What’s none of my business?” she asked as she turned her head. She instantly assumed that the boy was talking about his face and she couldn’t help but to smile at the sudden realization. “Oh, I didn’t plan on asking.” She had been raised to believe that it was rude to ask questions concerning things that did not involve you, something most people apparently weren’t taught. “You’re right, it’s none of my business.”

Quinn realized only then, when she spoke up, that it wasn’t who he’d thought it was beforehand. “Shit, my bad,” He hummed with a short chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “My friends have been kind of harassing me about it all day, it’s been pretty annoying so I guess I just assumed that you were one of them. At least someone respects that not everything is their business.” He added with a nod towards her. 

#( xx. samantha pain 01. ) #welcome lovely! #if you'd like to plot them further ooor with any of my other characters please feel free to hit me up!

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Quinn wasn’t having a good day, to say the least. His face still hurt from that bitch who’d try to claw his eyes out the night before, but he’d made sure she’d learned her lesson for that pretty quick. Nonetheless, he’d had to deal with every single person asking what happened to his face, and he was getting tired of making up lies. He couldn’t outright say that he kidnapped some girl from his class and tortured her and she put up one hell of a fight, could he? No, he could not. He felt someone sit down beside him, and a loud sigh escaped his lips. “I guess it wouldn’t help to tell you it’s none of your fucking business, would it?”

#vivastart #for those of you that don't know quinn #basically #he a serial killer #but like a fuckboy one #& assume connections of course! #hes been here for a while #also not usually this salty lmfao

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“Ew.” Raven said with a deep frown. “Steak is… not appealing to me. Which is the nicest way I can put that I hate it.” She tilted her head at him. “Technically, if you accept a proposition from a MILF then yeah, you’re a homewrecker. Or you at least have homewrecker tendencies.”

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth,” Quinn countered, a playfully offended look on his face. “Steak is glorious, I don’t know how anyone can hate it. All bloody and rare, mmmMM!” The college student had gone from humming as if he enjoyed the food to the closest thing to a sex moan you could probably get as he spoke. To tell the truth, his mouth was already watering. “So you’re telling me that if a DILF wanted to have sex with you, you wouldn’t go for it? I call bullshit and, you know what, that doesn’t make us bad people. It makes us opportunists.”

#( xx. raven navarro 01. )

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sms | quinn

Sergei: Absolutely hilarious for me.

Sergei: You should be. It was pretty entertaining.

Sergei: It's even better when they see someone else push the door open and then they pretend they weren't just pulling for the long amount of time that they were.

Quinn: ughughugh i live for that shit.

Quinn: where are you watching this happen and how the fuck often can this happen for you to have in depth descriptions of it?

#( xx. texting sergei ; 01. )

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“Is this some kind of confession? Like, ‘Quinn I saw you at the bar last night and was drunk and wanted to fuck you’? Because if it was, you don’t have to be drunk to act on that, ya know? I’m a people pleaser by nature.” He hummed with a wide and playful grin on his face. “And, I think I’d actually pay to see you fight someone. Not joking here.”

“There’s a difference between the things that drunk me says and the things that sober me says.” Karma explained as she plopped a fry in her mouth. “For instance, drunk me will swear up and down that she’s going to fuck the cute guy at the bar and fight people who are mean to me. But let’s be real, who the hell am I really going to fight? I’m tiny.”

#( xx. karma ludgard 03. )

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“Hey, ain’t nothing wrong with celebrating... Whatever you want, really.” Quinn chuckled, pumping his fist in the air. “To the upcoming weekend then,” He hummed, clinking his glass against hers lightly. “So, I guess it goes without saying that you’ve got plans for this weekend?”

“Here’s to the upcoming weekend – yes I know it’s still a Thursday. This is my pre-pre-game. And I also know it’s not a word, so” She shrugged, sipping her drink with a straw.

#( xx. clarissa wilson 01. ) #even though its not thursday anymore lmfao

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#( xx. the devil in me shivers every time that you breathe ; camryn. ) #SO ACCURATE

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“It looks good if you’re a steak person.” She said, eyeing the happy couple. They held hands across the table, smiling and talking among themselves. it brought a pang in her chest. “Besides, I saw him checking out their waiter. Not sure how long that marriage is gonna last.”

“I fucking love steak, okay. Steak might be my favorite food ever.” Quinn’s mouth was already practically watering at the thought of one big, bloody steak. “Still, I’m no homewrecker. I mean, okay if some trophy wife MILF wants to fuck me, I would one hundred percent wreck her marriage, but typically I’m not a homewrecker.”

#( xx. raven navarro 01. )