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fandomhighdorms2010-07-05 09:00 pm
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Gym, Monday Evening
After she got out of apocalypse class, Quinn called Coach Sylvester to politely ask what the hell she had been thinking by shipping her off to crazytown.
The conversation brought a few things to light. Namely: That the cheer coach had not gotten the censored version of the brochure.
Namely: That she thought it would be good for Quinn to deal with vampires, time travel, and aliens, because, as she put it, "I need a tougher captain if we're going to get anywhere your senior year."
Namely: That she didn't care at all if Finn ended up dumping Quinn while she was off fighting tomatoes with teeth. Which was just unfair, as far as Quinn was concerned.
Quinn decided the best thing for her to do would be not to think about it, so she pulled on workout clothes and went exploring until she found the gym. She cranked the stereo loud and put herself through a full cheer choreography rehearsal. It was a little hard pulling off some of the flips without a spotter, but Quinn didn't particularly care at the moment.
[OOC: Open gym post, yo.]
The conversation brought a few things to light. Namely: That the cheer coach had not gotten the censored version of the brochure.
Namely: That she thought it would be good for Quinn to deal with vampires, time travel, and aliens, because, as she put it, "I need a tougher captain if we're going to get anywhere your senior year."
Namely: That she didn't care at all if Finn ended up dumping Quinn while she was off fighting tomatoes with teeth. Which was just unfair, as far as Quinn was concerned.
Quinn decided the best thing for her to do would be not to think about it, so she pulled on workout clothes and went exploring until she found the gym. She cranked the stereo loud and put herself through a full cheer choreography rehearsal. It was a little hard pulling off some of the flips without a spotter, but Quinn didn't particularly care at the moment.
[OOC: Open gym post, yo.]