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</div><b><span style="font-size: 30px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Quinn Hurst</span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Location: </span></span></b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Bus | Luggage side of bus</span></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Outfit: </span></span></b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Same as pic plus <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fb6h4Bmo.jpg&amp;hash=c8b8f1fda83b4811a0bbdc2740a938c4" href="https://i.imgur.com/b6h4Bmo.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">these jeans and Converse</a></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Music: </span></span></b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D57YEAEKKcOk&amp;hash=6c780affcab6a95043b23f73eb6aeb64" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57YEAEKKcOk" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Pentatonix - 90s Dance Medley</a></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Tagging: </span></span></b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'">Ricky Santiago ( <a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a> ) | Miles ( <a class="username" data-user-id="7391" data-username="siouxsiee" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7391/">siouxsiee</a> ) | Open </span></span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/>While she scrambled to pick up her things that were all strewn about, Quinn overheard someone approaching just before they sarcastically mentioned how great of a first impression that trip and fall was. “Yeah, thanks.” She muttered under her breath, shoving a few more things into her bag. From behind her, she heard the napping guy whose legs she had tripped over apologize in a groggy voice.<br/><br/>People were squeezing by instead of helping. Just as she looked up, she noticed that the same guy was handing something over to her; one of her pencil cases. Quinn took it from him and forced a smile, then released a sigh.<br/><br/>He just had to say something else then, about how at least everyone would know who she was. “Yeah, great.” She said flatly, while slowly pulling herself up from the ground. He offered her his hand to help her up and Quinn hesitated but reached out to take hold and pull herself up. He then turned his attention to their busmates, who he sarcastically thanked for helping out, then he made a passing comment about how he hoped her hands were okay.<br/><br/>She glanced down at them briefly, noticing the redness already appearing there. The mysterious boy who had helped her vanished off of the bus and through the open door Quinn could hear some of the counsellors addressing the young adult campers. Quinn shifted back into a seat to make room for others to get off the bus, not sitting but standing and rearranging the things in her bag, before snapping the flap shut.<br/><br/>The guy who had tripped her then addressed her as the last of their busmates filed out of the bus. It may have just been the two of them left there, for all she knew. “It’s fine.” Quinn raised her hands to show him the affected areas. “It’ll just be a little scab or a knick or something.” She shrugged. “Every camper gets banged up during camp, right?” She tried to make a joke out of it, lowering her head and letting her gaze fall.<br/><br/>“I’ll probably just need some ointment and bandaids..." She trailed off, only then realizing that she'd probably said more than she needed to on the matter.