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Side note: Due to reasons, we have our third and final Fabray, however, no more triplets will be accepted until other roles are filled.
Activity level: 10
Character Desired: Lucille Fabray
Lucie Fabray is the middle child. She’s also the one who has had to work the hardest. She’s completely obsessed with doing her best and doing whatever it takes to be on top. She is righteous, a bit of a bitch, and completely ruthless. Lucie is also the most conservative of the twins and tends to be jealous of both Charlie and Emma for their free spirit. She loves beautiful things like photography, clothes, and shoes. Lucie tries to keep her sisters in line sometimes but her strong views can obviously be a bit tiring but she holds firmly to them. Having a strong personality can make Lucie a little had to handle and sometimes it may come off like she has erratic mood swings or is bipolar but really Lucie just wants to be happy and as loved as she thinks she deserves.
Quinn felt mocked by the dusty room in front of her. Its high vaulted ceilings and stained glass windows of retribution. The Catholic Church stood happy, clean, in all of its glory and Quinn felt like a fraud. A dirty reminder of a school girl falling off the beaten track. Everywhere around her people gathered into the church, dressed in their best and preparing to hear a two hour long sermon to get a peace of mind before going on about their days probably sinning more than they’d ever like to admit.
Quinn was no saint. She never really thought she was, it was blasphemous to think that she’d be the most perfect person in God’s house, but a tiny bit of her believed she was better than some of the people she had to surround herself with; child in her stomach or not. Dropping down into one of the pews, her parents found her side and dropped down with a smile. Quinn had no other choice but to smile back, her teeth finding her lip and biting down on it softly as she settled in, preparing to listen to the many ways Quinn Fabray had failed God.
The moment she was freed from the church’s grasp, the blonde ran down the stairs, clutching her arms around her waist and forcing herself to take deep breaths. She felt like she was suffocating. How was she ever supposed to truly face God now? She’d defied him, messed up her entire life all for one night of feeling good about herself.
Quinn lifted her chin to glance at the people filing out of the church and she forced herself to straighten up, plastering a smile on her face. She refused for anyone to see her like this; to question her on her wellbeing. Folding her arms across her chest now as Mr. and Mrs. Russell Fabray exited the church, she pressed her lips together, relieved to just see her parents so she’d be that much closer to getting out of there and one step closer to laying in her bed the rest of the day cursing herself. What she didn’t expect however was her parents suggesting they go to lunch.
Quinn didn’t usually complain to her parents. There wasn’t much of a point, when her father wanted something he got it, just like little Lucille Quinn herself. Sighing out gently, she followed her parents towards the small luncheon area around the corner that was already filling up with the Catholic patrons she’d just spent a couple hours with. Unfortunately, in the corner of the small restaurant was someone who couldn’t have dressed in their Sunday best and pull it off if they tried.
His mohawk like a racing stripe down the back of his head, the blonde immediately felt lightheaded. This couldn’t be happening to her, not now. Not here. Excusing herself from her parents, Quinn slid her way through the crowd, lips pursed up and getting angrier by the second. “What the hell are you doing here?” Her voice snapped out a little louder than she’d intended it to and she leaned over the table Puck was seated at. She rolled her eyes at his cocky chuckle and comment about her Sunday dress before her jaw set. Quinn could not deal with him right now.
“Look you need to get your delinquent Lima loser ass up and leave. Now.” Quinn Fabray was not playing around. Her hazel orbs peered into him as she felt her fists ball up with his refusal. There was no refusing Quinn Fabray, who the hell did he think he was? Quinn huffed out annoyed and glanced around to make sure no unnecessary attention was being paid to them before turning her serpentine glare back on Puck.
“You don’t leave now and I’ll tell the manager you’ve been hawking forks under the table and they’ll throw you out.” A slow smirk spread over her lips with her threat before all at once Puck stood up. He mumbled something about the place being too crowded but moved into Quinn easily; one hand going to the girl’s abdomen and the shock of his touch froze her there. Listening to his voice breeze in her ear, calling her a fraud, a faker, a milf…it was too much. Torn between wanting to rip his head off and wanting to find the nearest bathroom, she remained frozen, shaking a little in her wake.
How could he confirm everything she was feeling with a passing comment? Tear so roughly into her and pull her insides out? In the middle of the bustling restaurant, Quinn had never felt so exposed, and she had never hated Puck more for being able to do it for her. A sob caught in her throat as she remembered herself and took a few seconds to compose the broken girl within before turning on her heel, heading back for her parents so they could pretend to be a perfect family, even just for a little bit.
Ships: Fabray/Chemistry, Fabray/Happiness, Fabray/Independence
Anti-Ships: Fabray/Sadness, Fabray/Fabray.
Anything Else?: Nope, well…bacon bits are God. That is all. ;)