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Bea walked into the glen to get some fresh air. There was always so much drama with Eva and her crew, and Bea was practically not in the glam clan anymore.

((Does she want to be killed off or just harmed?))

Luciana rose up from a log in the glen, where she had been silently observing the girl.


((Oooh, creepy!))

((Killed off))
Bea noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye. "Uh-hello?" She said, a bit scared.

((Glam Clan is in shreds. :P Funeral?))

Luciana checked her watch quietly. Ah. This was the girl that Belguim family wanted killed off very well then. She stood up quietly and crouched behind Bea.

((Yes to the funeral))
Bea guessed it was just some leaves rustling in the wind, which was strange because there was no breeze today, but it was her only excuse for why she heard something. She disregarded it and pulled out a book to read.

Luciana took a small pen out of her bag, slowly advancing on Bea. She hid the pen in her hand and fake-stumbled,"Oof!" She cried out then proclaimed,"Silly me, wearing these boots to go on a walk!"

Startled, Bea jumped. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah yeah." Luciana reassured her, then tripped again, sending Bea sprawling.


((Hope that power-play was OK since you want her dead and all.))

"What the hell?" Bea said, scrambling to get back up.
((Sure, but haven't seen it))

"Sorry sorry sorry!" Luciana said,"Two left feet!" She made a movement for her and clapped a hand over her mouth.

She panicked as she struggled to get free, she had never had anything like this happen before.

Luciana grabbed her pen, searching for an artery.

Bea tried to escape.

Luciana found one, and pounced. She watched the struggle die out of Bea's eyes and prided herself on a job well done. She strung the body in a tree and dialed 9-1-1.

Bea didn't know what was happening. It happened so fast, and then-nothing.

Quinn was taking a walk to try to clear his thoughts. He'd just finished up lacrosse practice so he stops and sits for a little while

He glances up seeing there was a girl. He smirks and decides to hide. He quickly climbs up a nearby tree

He sits there for a little while. This was lame. He thought she was going to smoke or something but she just came here alone to read? He sighs and thinks of what he could do to scare her. Why not?

He decides since he had nothing to throw down to simply yell. He waits until it's dead quiet. Not a single sound and yells "HEY!"

He starts laughing from up above having seen her jump and only laughs harder when she can't pin point his voice.

He stifles his laughter and starts climbing down,"I'm sorry I really couldn't help it." he smiles

"Well obviously not because I'm here right now." He says observing her closer

"No just me. What are you reading?" he asks curiously. He never really cared for books.

"Sounds really boring." he says simply.

"Quinton the sixth." He says all dignified and chuckles,"Just call me Quinn- what's yours?"

"Just a stupid ass tradition that results in way too many Quinn's." he shrugs. "Lexa- Alexandra? Alexis?"

"Original." he smirks,"At least you weren't a carbon copy of every first born make in your family starting with your great great great great great grandpa."

He smirks,"Nah. I'm the beloved only son. What about you?"

"Yeah then maybe I could just be the screw up kid and let the responsibility fall on someone else."

"Quite a few actually. Among other things." he says,"What are you? Royalty?" he smirks

He smirks. Oh his parents would hate it if he hung out with a scholarship kid. "Well you should have been able to assume that simply by the name." he chuckles,"What's your scholarship for?"

"Apparently." he smirks,"Book smart maybe."

"Well let me give you a tip. Never say you're a scholarship kid. Just lie. I can't believe you've gotten by this far."

He shrugs ,"true enough. But still you must be a pro at escaping people's notice."

"Well you really shouldn't trust a run of the milk rich guy like me. Especially one who had no issue with scaring you. But no I won't."

"You don't." he smirks,"See now you have to trust the guy who isn't trustworthy. Not so smart after all."

He smirks to himself it was fun getting her angry,"That would be unfortunate."

"Also probably the most daring thing you've done in three years. Go on do it. Hit me."

He laughs,"Because your nose gets all scrunched up when your angry and you don't hide behind your books so much. Have you ever hit anyone before? Does constantly flipping book pages strengthen your wrists or weaken them? If you break your wrist hitting me could I sue you? Or would you sue me? And would I win by default? These are the questions I ponder..."

He was laughing hysterically despite the fact it hurt pretty bad,"Holy crap princess! I thought you would slap me not punch my face!" he grabs his cheek,"Jeez..." he chuckles at her reaction. "If you weren't here on a scholarship is sue you." he teases

"I was asking for it- literally." he says standing. He would need ice though it would bruise. He would need to think of a good lie because being hit by a girl wouldn't be a cool story.

"If rather not get kicked out of school. And stop feeling so bad about hitting me this is so supposed to empower you. I was being an ass and you hit me? See? This is the real world." he smirks,"Also flipping books pages does make your fists strong at least so...scientific to. Question answered."

"How bout instead of apologizing you get me some ice so I don't have to tell the school nurse something like I fell on my lacrosse stick and you call me when you invent time travel?"

((Hehe sorry! She called him))

"The nurse?" He smirks,"Or the kitchen. I don't know."

"Suit yourself then I don't care where you get it. I'll wait here I guess."

"If I'm not here it's because they dragged off my dead body." he says dramatically and lays down in the grass
((Yeah :) ))

"That would have been unfortunate because you would be dead and I would have a very nasty bruise. He sits up a bit and stretches out a hand for the ice.

He chuckles,"Says you. I got punched in the face you know."

"I'll be ready next time." he smiles and ices his face.