Post by Avice Locke on Jun 10, 2016 3:34:04 GMT
low class single room apartment, the tacked down black out curtains did well to block out the sun when the Primogen slept and even as an added bonus prevented onlookers from seeing her addictions. Quinn had no idea what lured her to the plastic figures viewing in tremendously epic detail, or the prints she tacked where she would be able to find room the corner above her roll out futon was growing into a mountain, even the Futon was not traditional sporting a cushy massive Toroto. Looking at her long mirror as she woke up made her grumble. Her hair was all black now and some days she might not feel like fooling with the color. It was just a flashy additive anyway. If the Prince had a party where even Quinn had dresses for she would just stay her natural stark black hair.
What was the point to this view in the Grumpy Promogen's life? No point, it is just that, her home is a new layer of Quinn no one knows about. Crude, rude, and brutal was her true self and yet there was this room. Nice neat and full of the Weeboo-est of stuff she could not say no to. Taking a visit to Akihabara she pointed and spent with out a second thought. Clothes in Japan were different, such a tall woman was not going to fit too many things with the tiny majority of the Locals. No one knows Quinn has this rather "embarrassing" Addiction.
Except Finn... She grumbled early this night because now she looked at all the evidence in her home where it can be revealed. Few people know where she lives, no one has ever come to visit either. She was not particularly paranoid but she felt Finn knew too much of her and she could not do much about it. She did get annoyed if it came down to being used as a weapon against her for spiteful reasons. Still Finn is often there when she is knocked off her high horse. THat bothered her a LOT. She felt her Reputation was slipping, though she looked to her wall of Harley Quinn, maybe it was time that being so Shallow was needing to come to an end. She suddenly felt the need to see some real friends. People she has known a lot longer than anyone. Trixie may be having a visit from our Harlequin.
But that might wait... Quinn covered herself again and decided to stay on the Toroto mattress for a lit longer, the Moment of Laziness from the Brujah. Is a little pleasure she can make in her favorite place in the world. the Harlequin's Den.
What was the point to this view in the Grumpy Promogen's life? No point, it is just that, her home is a new layer of Quinn no one knows about. Crude, rude, and brutal was her true self and yet there was this room. Nice neat and full of the Weeboo-est of stuff she could not say no to. Taking a visit to Akihabara she pointed and spent with out a second thought. Clothes in Japan were different, such a tall woman was not going to fit too many things with the tiny majority of the Locals. No one knows Quinn has this rather "embarrassing" Addiction.
Except Finn... She grumbled early this night because now she looked at all the evidence in her home where it can be revealed. Few people know where she lives, no one has ever come to visit either. She was not particularly paranoid but she felt Finn knew too much of her and she could not do much about it. She did get annoyed if it came down to being used as a weapon against her for spiteful reasons. Still Finn is often there when she is knocked off her high horse. THat bothered her a LOT. She felt her Reputation was slipping, though she looked to her wall of Harley Quinn, maybe it was time that being so Shallow was needing to come to an end. She suddenly felt the need to see some real friends. People she has known a lot longer than anyone. Trixie may be having a visit from our Harlequin.
But that might wait... Quinn covered herself again and decided to stay on the Toroto mattress for a lit longer, the Moment of Laziness from the Brujah. Is a little pleasure she can make in her favorite place in the world. the Harlequin's Den.
