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[Jacob C. Quinto]

Quin was flowing with the plan, quite pleased at what was happening. Skipping class wasn't always a no, and besides, he had a bit of eye-candy along the way. He nodded at Giselle, his Casimire smirk motionless. He found it quite hard to drop it.

“Now,” Giselle said, speaking in low, hushed tones, “this is how it’s going down. We’re going to the office, and you’re going to act as my escort. I’ll flash them the pass, and we’ll walk out. If they give you ANY difficulty, just say that I’ve hurt my ankle, and you’re helping me to my dorm or something. If they persist, I’ll make it a dramatic show. Just… follow my lead.”

Interested, Quin clicked his tongue softly and grinned. "Whatever you say," he stated, gently but firmly grabbing the girl by her left arm, taking it and hanging it around his shoulder, as if supporting her from falling. His right arm was wrapped around her waist, a technique he learnt in middle school. Maybe that whole cub scout training could be worth it. Oh who cares. The things was, there was a plan to carrry out.

[Luke Peters]

I could not help but make a little, ‘oof’ noise as Quin took charge of my so-called disability. Most guys would shy away from the opportunity to grab a pretty girl – not to be vain or anything – but not Quin. It seemed that he had this routine down pat. “Easy there, tiger.” I purred flirtatiously, smirking and bumping my hip against his own. What? I have hormones too, you know, and it’s not every day a perfectly good looking guy comes to sweep you off your feet, so to speak. Yeah, I told him to, but still…
We can always pretend.

Slowly I began to limp forward, probably leaning on Quin a little more than I needed to. The office was pretty much straight ahead, but once we reached the half-way point, we had to start taking extra precautions. I could no longer switch legs, or smirk as I was doing. I suppose that it was alright in Quin’s case, since he had an excuse (ahem, cough cough, me) but it would be better if he wiped the smug little grin off his features. I tried to make my expression look pained, but it was quite difficult. I was usually good at changing my emotions, but for now, all I wanted to do was laugh. There was something extremely entertaining about the current situation.
“So, Quin,” I said, trying my best to sound injured, “where are you from, and what brings you to Firefly?”
An employee walked past, and I limped a little more dramatically, accompanied by a wince. I thought it was pretty convincing, but even so, the worker didn’t look up. I whispered an insult under my breath, although it was barely audible, and pretty much pointless. Maybe I just liked insulting people in positions of authority.
Hopefully this would not eventually lead to my downfall, after all, the administrators could be pretty tough.

[Jacob C. Quinto]

“Easy there, tiger.” Quin rolled his eyes as Giselle bumped his waist, the teasing smirk still plastered on his face. He held her waist tighter and whispered, "it's kinda hard to go easy around someone like you." He was, of course, meaning that he thought she was somewhat hot for a younger year.

As they neared the office, Quin stopped smiling and put on a rather worried look, as if to go with the moment. "What brings me hear? Do you count as an answer?"[/b] He stated, heading into the office. Now all they had to do was hand in the form.

(My muse right about now is kinda dead.)

[Luke Peters]

Now, this may come as a surprise to you, but I was a notorious flirt.
Really!
Okay, maybe not surprising, most likely expected, but still. The thing about it was though, throughout all the years I’d been flirting, being the flirtee still had the same intoxicating effect on me. No matter who it was, where it was, or when it was, (with maybe a few exceptions) being flirted with still gave me goosebumps. Right now, being supported by Quin was no exception. His words on my ear did nothing short of making me weak in the knees. Good thing he was there to support me.
“Does that mean you’re having a hard time resisting me?” I peered up at him, cocking an eyebrow. I wish that we were not so close to the office, for it is dastardly difficult to be flirtatious when trying to appear wounded. Oh well, if everything went according to plan, we’d have plenty of time to charm each other later.

I wasn’t really paying attention to Quin as we strode into the office doors, for I was using all my energy trying to look as injured as possible. I realized that he had said something about his purpose here, but my ears were sealed. From this point on, it was game time. My vintage flats squeaked un-rhythmically on the linoleum flooring, but the only sound I could hear was my heart beating in my throat. The intensity of it all made me want to crack a smile, but I remained stoic, even when I approached the desk.
Our school receptionist was poised coolly above the desk, her hand positioned against a blank sheet of paper; her ear pressed to the phone. When she saw us approach, she held up a finger as cue to wait. I bumped Quin with my hip gently. I guess I’d just have to fake pain a little longer.
As soon as she put the phone down, she waved us up with a finger, her eyes not leaving the paper she was scribbling on. What was she doing, sign language? I hoped Quin would take the hint and lead me to the desk, where I would then present the pass.
With a lazy eye, she looked the slip over. I tried to wince as much as possible during this exchange, in case she felt that I was not hurting enough. The way this lady looked, I wouldn’t put it past her. After a little while of skimming over it, she exhaled and raised her eyes to me.
“Where have you come from?”
I could have been a smart-ass and answered ‘France,’ but I decided to play this one right.
“Biology. Both of us. I hurt my foot, you see…”
After I responded, I could tell that she couldn’t have cared less about why I was leaving. She even seemed to make a chore out of picking out a pen to sign the note. With a grimace, she scrawled her signature across the bottom, and took out a slip of blank paper to staple to the back.
“Have your teachers sign this tomorrow when you come in.”
I nodded, and opened my hand to accept the favor. That had gone surprisingly smoothly. With a weak little smile, I thanked her, and nudged Quin with my hip as a signal for, lead me out.

Unfortunately, it didn’t end there. I heard her call for us moments later, when freedom was only a breath away.
“Where are you going?”
She was talking to Quin. I tried my best not to march right over than and tell her exactly where SHE would be going if she didn’t let us go, but instead I had to remain in my act of being pained.
“He’s doing a very nice thing by escorting me to my dorm, since I can’t very well walk… right, Quin?” I tried to send him telepathic signals to say the right thing, but for now, our freedom was in his hands.
Well, technically in mine since I had the past, but you get it.

[Jacob C. Quinto]

Quin looked down at her, shaking his head and hiding a chuckle. But he straightened his face as they began to walk into the office, limp and all. The woman at the table seemed to Quin like an irritable, annoying I-strangle-you-and-you-strangle-me sort of person. Her body seemed stiff, maybe from sitting at a desk 24/7. This is why, Quin thought as they walked closer, I have better plans for life.

As Giselle and the receptionist did their little exchange, Quin looked around the office with a questioning look. It looked extremely different than Quin’s old school. At Westwood, everything was so… cream. White leather chairs, vanilla-colored carpets, white wooden desks and even light yellow wallpaper could be seen on the walls. This was a pleasant change.

The blonde bumped his waist, and he took it as the signal for hopping out of there. Just a few feet away from the door, Quin heard the receptionist call back to him. Gritting his teeth, he turned around, gently supporting Giselle as he did so. Giving her a sympathetic smile, he said loud enough for the woman to hear, “careful.”[/i]

He stared at the lady, politely but firmly. “If you can see, she can’t actually walk miss,”[/i] he said, softly placing Giselle down onto a nearby waiting chair. He walked over to the receptionist, bending his head and waist in a slight bow, the casual way he had once been taught to do, being him and all. ”If I just let her go by herself, the chances are she’ll be worse by tomorrow,” he gave the receptionist his Casimire smile, adding kindly, “and I just can’t take that chance.”[/i]

Whether that did the trick or not, the lady seemed satisfied and let this pass, shooing the boy away and picking up the phone. He walked back to Giselle, picking her up, making sure to seem like he was still being very, very careful.

Steeping out of the office, Quin made sure they walked far out of view before stopping by the said of a corridor and smiling, shrugging ever so slightly and leaning against the wall. “That was pretty easy.”

[Luke Peters]

I have to admit, during the whole exchange between Quin and the administration lady, I was holding my breath. I mean, I trusted him just fine, and I knew that he was smart enough not to mess it up, but there was always a sliver of doubt in the back of my mind. As they spoke, the sliver’s size fluctuated, although it mainly remained small-ish. For the most part, I didn’t really pay much attention to doing anything other than smiling weakly, and looking at Quin as if he had just saved me and my small child from a burning building. I figured I accomplished this pretty well since the lady kept shooting me looks of pity, as if to say, ‘sorry to keep you standing, dear.’ Her expressions gave me hope for the future, since she definitely didn’t seem like the type to give a rat’s ass about much of anything. Apparently she cared enough about my cause to let us go though, and that was all I really cared about.

Once we were safely out of the building, I detached myself from Quin and wrapped my arms around his neck with a squeal. As I hugged him, I bounced on the balls of my feet, compensating for our height difference in an excited manner.
“That was great!” I trilled, pulling away to beam up at him. Hands on my hips, I sighed and assessed the surrounding area. It looked like we were alone, and by this point, I wasn’t really nervous about being caught. After all, if I just… sat down, then no one would know if I was hurt or not. I should probably stop bouncing though. Smiling inwardly, I collapsed in a well-composed heap at Quin’s feat, and looked up at him, my eyes sparkling.
“That was easy, you’re right. For a second there I thought she was going to keep you back though.” I laughed free and easily. Gosh, this was so much better than that stuffy biology classroom – we still had the rest of the day ahead of us! I inhaled deeply, and watched a flock of birds fly past overhead. They had the right idea. Leaning back a little, I straightened my vision to look straight ahead, a small smile still playing at the corners of my mouth.
“So, what now?”

[Jacob C. Quinto]

Quin was happy when they got far away from the office. The charming and polite act he was holding up was dropped, immediately, replaced by his commonly rogue-like personality. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, ready to make a statement until the blond hugged him.

He raised his eyebrow, grinning smugly. A little quick for closeness but he never really minded. He had to look down at her a little bit, since he was almost a whole foot taller than the girl. Well, five inches short of that but still, she was around five seven while Quin himself was tipping over the six feet two block. He couldn't help but smirk at this fact.

Watching as the girl sat down, Quin mimicked her action, plopping down onto the ground as well. His eyes surveyed their surroundings, staring at the ground to the sky to far from the academy. He turned back at her next question, shrugging.

"I thought you had a plan," he challenged, placing his palms on the ground as he leaned back. The earlier Casimire smile was still hooked on his laughing face, eyeing Giselle as he held back a laugh.

[Luke Peters]

I could feel my cheeks burning red. So he had caught me. I was foiled. Or was I? See, that was the thing, you could never tell. Heck, I could never tell. Of course, when it came to a situation like this one, I would not allow him to see that I was unprepared. In fact, I’d make something up on the spot if it meant retaining my position of leader of our expedition. Clearing my throat, I turned towards him and cocked an eyebrow. With a little half shrug, I turned back to face front, and said,
“Don’t be silly, of course I have a plan. I was humoring you.”
With that, I turned back towards him again, a smile playing on my lips. Sure, he might assume that I was lying, keeping up fake appearances, but he also might think I was telling the truth. Either way, it didn’t really matter, because I wasn’t sure what I would end up doing. Sure, I had a few ideas, but brilliant things just had to come to you, you couldn’t dream them up.
Think Giselle, think.
My mind raced, and I tapped a finger to my lips, furrowing my brow in concentration. To him, it might just look like I was pretending to think, but in reality, it was the way I could turn on the little lightbulb over my head (my lightbulb happened to be multi-colored.)
“Well, we could always go down to the lake…” I cocked an eyebrow provocatively. I’d say we could go to the stables, since I was always open for that, but for some reason I doubted Quin would be as enthused about seeing Romeo as I was. So I decided to compromise. But If he had a better idea…

[Jacob C. Quinto]

(Sorry for the late reply! Just finished my O-levels.)

Quin watched in amusement at Giselle as her face began to burn red. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk present on his face. He chuckled, shaking his head at her reply. Humoring him. Sure she was. Nonetheless, it was fun to watch her brainstorm.

He looked at the blond with a strangely patient expression, and listened to her suggestion with a nod. The lake… he had met his emotion counsellor there. He grinned at the recollection of this memory and how Tobi had been so darn pissed at him.

The junior snapped back to Giselle. To him, it was rude to think of another girl when he was already with one, even though they weren’t on a date. Just call it the Casimire instinct, if you will. Giselle looked like she wanted to go somewhere else opposing her suggestion, he could tell.

While trying to think of where, Quin got up from his laid back position on the ground and stood up, now again taller than her by a handful of inches. He hoped she didn’t mind. He was used to being frustratingly tall by now anyway.

Eyeing her, Quin wondered about where she wanted to go. Most of the students around here had horses of which they loved, so Quin tried to make a loop in the conversation slash suggestion. ”How about going for a ride?” Quin paused at his poor choice of words.

No pun was really intended, so he tried to change it a little. ”I mean, do you have a horse on campus? We could go to one of the trails…?” Maybe that sounded better. Quin had Cammy to visit as well, though.