Quincey

quincey_again @ 2006-02-28T23:49:00

2006-03-01T04:54:11Z

I feel like... taking a stroll..

A New Quincey! Open!!

2006-02-28T06:27:10Z

Quincey lay sprawled out on a couch in the Ravenclaw common room. A book sat idle against his stomach. With a small sigh escaping his lips, he glanced around the room for someone to distract him.

ooc: Okay so like, with the new pb comes a slightly different Quincey. I'd like for him to be more intimidating. He did cheat on the final exams, after all. The basics are still the same. He's just a bit tougher than before. And with the whole Marlow thing, they broke up because her mom wouldn't let her date someone who cheated. I'm pretty much putting it past him. Since he didn't interact with many others, it's easy for this adjustment to be made. So have fun with the new Quince!

ooc

2006-02-28T02:01:09Z

I'm thinking of changing my PB for Quincey to Pharrell Williams. I was doing some thinking and we lack diversity major.

What do you think?

quincey_again @ 2006-02-15T21:37:00

2006-02-16T02:39:43Z

Fourth place?! It has to be a mistake. She worked so hard!
Honestly, I think sometimes Dumbledore has gone off his rocker.
Fourth place?

It isn't fair.

Marlowwww

2006-02-16T00:04:10Z

Go to the fourth shelf to the right in the library.

Quincey's helpers only.

2006-02-14T02:48:32Z

I'm leaving the flowers by the portait first thing this morning.
I hope you are all still willing to help?

There will be a note amongst them.
Please see to it that it is placed on her bed in plain view.

Thanks again, and Happy Valentines Day.
-Quincey

-----switch-----

At 5 am, Quincey collected his boxes and boxes of Sweet Peas and carried them to the portrait.

"Ooh, for a girl?" the Fat Lady asked.

"Yes," he said, smitten. He set them down and brushed off his hands on his jeans.

"She must be special," she said, gazing down at the hundreds of flowers.

"Very much so," he replied before heading back down the stairs in somewhat of a hurry. "Happy Valentines Day!"

"I bet those smell lovely," she sighed to herself.

ooc: if you girls want to use this post to set up her bed, that's cool. I'm going to make a new post tomorrow with the note.

quincey_again @ 2006-02-12T13:13:00

2006-02-12T18:23:40Z

I don't think I like this tournament thing anymore.
Nearly gave me a heart attack just watching it.

quincey_again @ 2006-02-07T20:48:00

2006-02-08T01:49:16Z

Quincey took a shower.

ooc: Just wanted a reason to use this icon. Heh. ;] Someone can jump in I suppose if you want to catch him just after her gets out. lol.

Everyone but Marlow

2006-02-05T05:44:35Z

I need some Gryffindor girls to help me out with something for Marlow.
It's for Valentines Day, so I'd appreciate it if it was kept a secret.

Just let me know.
I'd really appreciate it.

This is Heaven to no one else but me.

2006-02-02T17:28:42Z

A bright sun shone through the tall windows of the Ravenclaw tower. In the sixth year boys dormitory stood Quincey Roland. He stretched his arms high above his head with a yawn, and he reckoned it was time for a shower.

The bathroom was empty; most of his roommates had class, a few were in the library or Great Hall. He turned on the water and waited until it became hot before stepping under it.

He grabbed the bar of soap and ran it across his arms and chest before moving down to his stomach. Forgetting the bruises, he washed as normal until a surge of pain came from his ribs and he winced.

Suddenly, everything from that night rushed back to him. He heard the chilling voice of his father, and it was almost as if he could still feel the chair and...

The next thing he knew, the knuckles on his left hand were throbbing and bleeding; a sensation he recognized as the result of punching something harder than he expected.

Shaking, he leaned against the stone wall of the shower and sank to the floor, where he stayed for nearly twenty minutes.

ooc: this is just a plotpoint. don't have your character respond to this.

----switch----

Marlow,
Dinner tonight?

open! -any of Marlow's friends looking for an interrogation? ;]

2006-02-02T02:59:25Z

Quincey sat alone at a table in the Great Hall in between classes with a book. It had been a while since he had the patience to sit down and just read at his own leisure. He had forgotten how relaxing it could be.

ooc: it sucks, I know. but so doesn't your mom. :O

quincey_again @ 2006-02-01T18:26:00

2006-02-01T23:36:01Z

Hey, Marlow?
What's your favorite flower?

Everyone else,
Hey.

MARshmelLOW

2006-01-30T20:10:25Z

ooc: I couldn't bear to get rid of any of my pretty icons but I feel like this one fits this entry. So here it is. Pfft.

Quincey,

I hope you enjoyed that little stunt you pulled this weekend. Everyone at the funeral asked where you were, and I had to give excuses. You made me a liar, Quincey.

I just hope you're happy.

-Dad

ps: I heard you signed up late for Quidditch. I did not raise you to be an alternate chaser.

Quincey crumpled up the parchment and tossed it onto the floor. He had just woken when it arrived, which was near noon, because Dumbledore had excused him from all classes until Wednesday.

He stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, staring at his bruises left on his chest and stomach. Lightly, he ran his fingers over the four small marks left on his ribs. They had turned a rather unpleasant greenish-purple, and still hurt like hell.

After pulling on an undershirt, he began to button a white dress shirt, leaving the top one undone. He finished dressing with khaki pants, and headed down to the Great Hall to meet Marlow for lunch.

Marlow was still in class when he got there, so he took a seat at an empty table and waited for her to arrive.

quincey_again @ 2006-01-29T21:58:00

2006-01-30T02:59:31Z

Things are looking up.

open!! somebody come be nice to him.

2006-01-29T02:37:48Z

Quincey sat alone at dinner with his head down on the table. He didn't eat, and he had actually gotten quite good at blocking out all of the conversations that flew around him. His head still pounded from this morning and all of his attempts to sleep failed.

ooc: as you can see, I'm pretty bored. my darling daria is no where to be found. *tear*

quincey_again @ 2006-01-28T13:39:00

2006-01-28T18:46:28Z

I'm back.
Not that many of you really knew I was gone.
I thought I was going to have to fly back. But this bus just showed up.
I think I still have a headache from it.

Marlow,

I'd like to see you tonight.

-Quincey

I missed my own mothers funeral because of that bastard.
I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Fuck.

omg teh drama. warning - violence. heh.

2006-01-28T03:55:27Z

Quincey came home to a full house. Every corner of the first floor was packed with old model friends, photographers, and family he had never met. Squeezing through the crowd, he finally made it up the stairs and to his room. He set his things down and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower.

He spent a good two hours after that greeting sobbing middle aged women and men who had nothing to say except for what a beautiful woman his mother was. Once the crowd had died down, he was soon left alone with his father. He cooked them a small dinner while his father made the last arrangements for the next day in his study.

"It's ready, Dad," the boy said cautiously after a small knock on the door frame.

"Give me a minute," his father snapped, holding the phone against his chest.

Ten minutes later, Quincey had finished half of what he had piled onto his plate, and his father sat himself down across from him. They ate in silence.

"They say she died in a pool of her own vomit," his father spat out after finishing his last bite.

"Dad.." Quincey pleaded softly.

"No, Quincey, you're a big boy now. You're old enough to hear what a fuck up your mother was. You remind me a lot of her, you know," he continued while Quincey hung his head.

The legs on his chair squeaked against the hardwood floor as he rose from his seat to place a hand on his son's shoulder.

"You're the reason she left," came the chilling tone Quincey knew all too well. His blue eyes shut tight. He knew what was coming.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you!" his father bellowed, grabbing a fork off the table and shoving it into his ribs. Thankfully, it wasn't hard enough to pierce the skin, but he was certain to have quite a bruise to look forward to.

Quincey glanced up at his father, shaking. Hating to see such weakness in his son, his father picked him up by the arm and threw him against a wall. He then took his chair and shoved the top into his stomach, locking him in place.

"She hated you," he concluded before dropping the chair back onto the floor and exiting the room, and soon after that, the house. Quincey sank to the floor clutching his stomach.

"No, Dad, she hated you."

beginning of a plot point omgz

2006-01-27T20:27:57Z

Quincey lay back on his bed with an arm behind his head. He read the words over and over but not one seemed to make sense.

Quincey,

You're coming home for the weekend. You're mother's dead. She overdosed on cocaine. Surprise, surprise.

I've already contacted Professor Dumbledore. Have your things ready by six.

-Dad

Things had finally started to pick up for Quincey, why did this have to happen now? He had just met possibly the most fantasitc girl he had ever laid eyes on, and suddenly, what little he had left of a family is being ripped from him. His father was hardly a father at all. He was alone.

He didn't cry; he didn't feel much of anything, actually. Most of all, he feared what this weekend would bring. His father never quite got over his mother, and blamed his only son for her leaving. He then drilled it into Quincey's head that she left just after his eleventh birthday because of his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, for she was a Muggle.

When he was younger, he wrote letters to her. Once a month for four years. And though she never replied, he still liked to think that she looked forward to each one. He can't remember why he stopped writing to her, but one day he just couldn't see the point anymore.

With what little energy he still had, he stuffed a few clothes into a bag and left his empty dormitory for Dumbledore's office.

ooc: I'm sorry but I think I JUST realized how much of a sex bomb I've got on my hands. That is all ;]

00c

2006-01-27T03:58:09Z

my new layout is like 2 DIE 4.

quincey_again @ 2006-01-26T16:04:00

2006-01-26T21:12:43Z

Marlow,

Thanks again for last night. I don't suppose detention was intended to be that enjoyable.

I hope to see you again soon?

-Quincey

*in a small box was one of the spoons from the night before that had been shrunk down to no bigger than two inches long and strung onto a small chain as a necklace.

the third part is supposed to take place tomorrow night.. **for Marlow, btw (omg we're cute.)

2006-01-26T03:00:05Z

I got detention.
For falling asleep in Transfiguration ~~seventeen times in two weeks~~.

I'm stuck polishing all of the silverware in the kitchen tomorrow night.
I don't really understand how this is going to teach me anything.

A boy needs his sleep.

------switchy------

Quincey sat on the cold stone floor of the kitchen with a pile nearly three feet high of forks, knives, and spoons. He had been given a few rags and a large bottle of silver polish.

"I don't even like forks," he muttered to himself as he began to rub out the spots. He jumped slightly when he heard the entrance of someone else. He thought he'd be alone tonight.

open!

2006-01-25T20:32:31Z

Quincey sat at a table in the back of the library. His book was open, his notes were out; he was in the perfect environment to study. Unfortunately, that same environment bore a striking resemblance to that of the ideal napping conditions.

After five minutes, he was out like a light with his head down on the table.

ooc: you can pretend they've never met, or they already know each other. he's also kind of "known" as that kid who stayed back for cheating mainly because a) he's a ravenclaw and b) it rarely happens anyways. :]

ooc

2006-01-25T03:02:32Z

Name: Quincey Roland
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Should be 7th, but he got held back after cheating on his end of term exams.
Stereotype: He's seen as a slacker. He also appears to be somewhat of a "tough guy".
How he/she should be viewed by strangers: Fairly intimidating. He may slack off when it comes to school work, but he is very bright. He is also someone who is very protective of his loved ones. Anyone can tell this.
How he/she should be viewed by friends: He's protective. Very protective. He has a quick temper, but always apologizes when needed and is aware after of what he's done.
Anything else you’d like us to know?: He's not someone you'd want to mess with. He's both strong and brilliant. Not a very good combination to be up against.

More will be revealed about him as time goes along :]