operation popular --- wicked

Quinn exhaled a puff of white wisps, her breath crystallizing into a pretty cloud. She enjoyed winter, despite the fact that she couldn't feel her toes in her converse. In the spirit of Christmas and giving, cabin seven was hosting the bonfire for the night. Hot chocolate was passed around, along with songs and cheesy lyrics. The girl was currently lounging by her friends, but observing everyone else while she conversed. After all, she was pretty good at parties.  

As couples snuggled, and friends laughed, the girl noticed one person who was standing at the edge of the crowd, sort of avoiding everyone. Quinn ignored the guy for a while, returning to her conversation. "The jacket? I don't remember where I got it," she responded with a smile, shrugging as she sipped at her hot chocolate.

Turning her head slightly, the daughter of Apollo was able to take in the sight. A bright full moon was high in the sky, with diamonds for stars dancing around it. The bonfire crackled and hissed as the loudest and stupidest love songs floated along the wind. Then there was that boy, still alone and keeping to himself.

Rising from her seat, the demigod brushed off her bomber jacket, flipping her braided golden hair behind her. Sliding past several close bodies, Quinn made it to the lone demigod, whom she recognized. "Ty!" she exclaimed, a broad grin appearing on her face. "Why so... reclusive? It's a party, you're supposed to be socializing," the girl whispered with the raise of an eyebrow.

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Quinn's eyes traveled across the boy's hideout, filled with books and chess boards. She kept her eyebrow raised as he explained himself. The girl would've made a rather rude remark, but the guy seemed completely confused. Being one of the popular girls growing up had led  the daughter of Apollo to a high status in life, at least according to her. If anyone could give this guy a social life, it was Quinn Taylors.

She grimaced slightly at his response, shaking her head. "No, no it isn't." The girl glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure her friends hadn't noticed her absence. As interesting as the opportunity was to possibly made Ty more... normal was, she also had to keep her status, and being seen with him wouldn't really help. "Just because you're out doesn't mean you're, well, out," Quinn replied a matter o factly.

Taking a moment to study the boy, she noticed he had many attractive features that she could work with. Maybe this could be easier than she expected. "Need help branching out?" Quinn asked innocently, a smile playing on the corners of her lips.
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Quinn watched him silently as he played his chess game, wondering if making this boy interesting would be even remotely possible. The guy would've fit better in one of those book clubs, if they even had that in camp (she wouldn't know, obviously), but she would fix him. The demigod convinced herself many times that what she did was right, even if others wouldn't agree with her moral compass. Quinn ran her finger along her bracelet as she raised an eyebrow at Tiberius. The way the boy said it was almost worse than it's meaning.

"Maybe," she replied softly, her gaze drifting onto the chess board. She hadn't the slightest idea how to play the game, or even what the pieces were called, but it was amusing to watch him try to beat himself. Finding herself glancing back at the fire every now and then, the girl knew she had to make this quick. Any longer and her friends would notice she was gone, and that could be worse than failing to help Ty, who apparently needed some type of assistance.

Raising an eyebrow at him as he finished his game, Quinn gave him a weak smile. "No, not really," she admitted with a shrug. That could change, hopefully. If there was anything that the girl was good at, it was making people seem more appealing. She should know, it's how she lived out most of her middle school years.

Flicking her gaze back towards the sound of his voice, a smile creeped onto her face. "Of course," Quinn replied silkily. Running a hand through her hair, she looking over her shoulder. "So, what would you like help with?" Her smile grew. "Anything specific?"
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Quinn wasn't stupid, she knew that this boy was a piece of work. Not your average type of work either, something different than she had ever encountered, and he was interesting to her in an odd type of way. She could tell he didn't have high expectations for himself, and maybe that was his problem. Whatever it was, the demigod would try and help him overcome it; which was something Quinn Taylors didn't normally do.

His Harry Potter reference caught her her off guard, but instead of pretending she didn't know what it was, she just shook her head slowly. "Well, Myrtle talks a lot more than you," the demigod pointed out, a sly smile returning to her face. Yes, she was informed of the phenomenal story of Harry Potter. She didn't live under a rock. "Well, I'm acknowledging you now, aren't I?" Quinn added, her smile broadening.

She took another quick glance at the fire, wondering how much longer she had. As she looked back, her friend Lynette gave her a wave. Her grin weakening, she waved back. Quinn swallowed, feeling like she has guilt clawing at her throat. "Everything," she repeated dully, focusing her attention back at Tiberius. "Well, let's start now then."

Without further explanation, she reach for Ty's wrist, guiding him closer to the firelight. "Don't worry, my friends don't bite, plus most of them are slightly intoxicated," she whispered, smiling at the last bit. It wasn't a teenage gathering without a little alcohol was it? "I'm not, of course," Quinn added quickly, just in case he had his doubts.

Her friends were normally, well, not pleasant, but in the presence of alcohol, they softened up and made less sense than normal. "The first guy's Dan, from cabin twelve, then Camden's the one with the guitar, he's my half-brother," Quinn explained, pointing to the ginger boy and the tall boy singing off-key."Then the girl's Lynette, she's from cabin... four? Yeah, four." Taking a seat on one of the larger logs, where she had sat before, she tugged Ty down with her.

"Hey guys, meet my friend Ty."
occ: holy cats i swear i thought i posted here
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Quinn noticed the terrified look on his face as soon as they neared the people. A pang of guilt washed over her, settling in the pit of her stomach. Oops. Okay, maybe she hadn't completely thought this through on his part. "I, er -" She stopped herself, scrambling back up to her feet. "I think I'm going to bed guys," Quinn lied with a smile. The other campers just nodded and waved her goodbye, apparently unfazed by the shy boy that left.

Briskly walking back towards Tiberius, she still felt the guilt washing around inside of her. She had been thought of as cruel, even by herself sometimes, but this seemed almost worse. She could be mean to others, but Ty wasn't the type of person that deserved her short thinking. "Tibs, I -" Quinn bit her tongue. She wasn't keen on apologies. "I'm sorry," she spat out, talking a seat next to him in his fort of knowledge.

Words of comfort didn't come naturally to the girl either, having grown up in glitter and faked smiles. "I shouldn't have rushed you," she admitted, fiddling with the ends of her bracelet. She tried focusing on her breathing instead of the pain and embarrassment she had just put him through. In, out. Her exhales made puffs of billowy smoke expel from her glossed lips, fading as quickly as they came. "I hope, you'll... uh, still be okay with talking to me."

Now she was starting to mumble. Maybe Quinn needed to take some of her own advice. "They won't remember meeting you, if it makes you feel any better," she added with a shrug. A weak smile returned to her face as she glanced over at him, hoping for some action in return.
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