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you have been everything to someone like me

There weren’t many people around; that was the first thing Quincy noticed as she made her way to the basketball courts. Basketball in the winter; damn, she must be crazy. In her mind, however, it was so obviously the perfect time to play the sport. The courts weren’t going to be packed, so it would give her more of a chance to just mess around with the sport. Who would have expected a girl born in the eighteen-hundreds to love basketball, huh? No one, probably. but here she was, battling the disgusting appalling weather in order to get a little more of an opportunity to actually play. She wasn’t really like other girls, that was sure. She was much more energetic, to the point where she wondered if she was a daughter of hermes. She doubted it, considering she looked nothing like her mother and more like her father, which gave the impression that her godparent was a girl.

But, what did she know? Apparently she wasn’t good enough to be claimed.

Pushing the thoughts away, Quince tucked the basketball more securely between her arm and hip and she opened the gate onto the court. There were a few boys scattered around, but she was the only girl. She let the ball bounce to her feet, pulling her hand up into a really messy bun. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and an oversized grey sweater, which wasn’t really the sporting outfit but she really didn’t care. She didn’t really want to dress in sweats in public unless in the arena or something. When she finished that, she bounced the ball at her feet, trying to see if she could do any tricks She highly doubted it, moving her feet to the side and pacing back and force with the ball. Not looking where she was going however, he elbow jutted into a tall boy’s back, immediately stopping the action in fear that she was her him. “Oh, I am so sorry!” She exclaimed quickly, not sure how he would react.

ooc; Quickfire leggo

you have been everything to someone like me

The first thing Quincy was thankful for was that the boy didn't turn around and bite her head off. If it had been an Ares kid or just a cruel one, should surely would have to feel their wrath. And if she did, Quince probably wouldn't thrown back some witty comments at them before ignoring them, not feeling intimidated in the slightest. She just didn’t want to and couldn’t be bothered to be in a situation like that. It happened much too often due to her bad luck. Instead of probably yelling and cursing at her, the hot guy held out his hand and introduced himself. Well, that worked out well.

Taking his hand, Quincy smiled at the boy and tried to detect where he was from. She wasn’t sure, considering there seemed to be a mixture of accents in there. “I’m Quincy.” She told him, shaking his hand and letting go finally, still offering him her smile. She laughed a little when he asked if her elbow was okay, a little surprised; that’s not what most people would say. Rubbing it, she nodded. “You’re more concerned about my elbow than your back?” She questioned.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m sorry too.” She assured him, noticing how nervous he seemed to be. “Who’s your God parent, Aiden?”