say you understand me - Ginny

[quentin shaker]

[classy=QuenB1]I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,[/classy]
[classy=QuenB2]Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in, 'Cause I got time while she got freedom, 'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even, Her best days were some of my worst, She finally met a man that's gonna put her first, While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping, 'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even... even... no - - - - -[/classy]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][classy=QuenI][classy=QuenImg][/classy][classy=QuenI2] TAGGED: Haley/Ginny STATUS: Finished WORDS: 951 OUTFIT: described in post LYRICS: Are from "Breakeven" by The Script CREDIT: This thread layout was made by SASS and only sass should be using it because if you use it too then that's stealing and I'll be pissed off and will sick an alpha on your ass. So don't do it. [/classy][/classy]

[atrb=valign,top][classy=QuenP1]Quentin glanced at the computer screen with the chat he’d just logged off of for a moment before pushing up off the couch setting the laptop aside. He had work he could be doing like reading the e-mails he’d been getting, confirming the latest meetings or his flights to those meetings, or a million other things but all of that could and would wait. Talking to Ginny on the chat had been an interesting experience since she’d been pissed at him at first questioning why he’d called though he’d tried explaining that it wasn’t anything she should worry about. He’d needed to contact her parents about how the funeral expenses were half taken care of already. He’d grown up with them as a second set of parents to him and with Ginny’s grandmother being like his own grandmother, he’d wanted to help but knew that paying the full thing would only get an argument so he’d taken half and sorted it out for them. He was sure he would hear that he didn’t have to a few times but it was done and he wouldn’t be taking any money from them to cover what he’d put forward into the funeral. Family to him was important and something he didn’t have a whole lot of anymore since his parents had died. His grandparents had been gone since he was a teenager and there weren’t any uncles or aunts. Sure there were a few distant relatives from his grandparents siblings who could be considered family but he wasn’t close to any of them and couldn’t even tell who they were without having to look it up. Checking his phone as his text-tone went off he sighed as he walked toward the kitchen and shot of a return text before sending a message to his assistant that he was forwarding everything to her for the night and that she could pass through only things that were an emergency of some sort and he really didn’t expect that there would be any of those coming through since there wasn’t anything big going on at the moment that he knew of. Tucking his phone into his pocket as he stepped into the kitchen he moved to check what all he actually had in the place knowing it was mostly junk/snack foods since he didn’t really cook that often. Bad yeah but he balanced it out eating healthy-ish foods from the takeout places and working out when he found the time to. He wasn’t one of those muscle obsessed guys who had to work out every day or they’d lose that 0.001% muscle mass and flip their shit. He worked out when he had time and kept in shape by running around like a chicken with his head cut off some weeks. When summer came back around he’d be doing more bbq type foods and he’d probably cook more but for now the only thing in his house was junk, left-over take out, and the stuff to make a chicken salad. He went for the junk this time digging out the snacks he knew Ginny liked and glad that Halloween wasn’t that long ago so he had bags of candy from the after-sales. He ran a hand through his hair considering the old worn jeans he was wearing with the rips and frayed bits and the striped shirt he’d pulled on after he’d showered earlier and snorted at himself shaking his head before heading for the living room again. Ginny had seen him in worse than this before and better, she wouldn’t actually care what he was wearing he didn’t think so why stress over it? Closing the top on his laptop he paused as the doorbell went off and sighed finding his nerves and praying he didn’t need to cover his junk to avoid singing soprano. They needed this talk if they could do it in a civil way without it just ending up being them arguing over every little detail, they’d never even be able to have a normal conversation or get past all that was between them if they couldn’t just sit down and talk about what happened in the past and since then right? He was sure they could do it but he was also sure it wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded explained that way. Heading for the door he pulled it open to let her in and gave a smile he hoped didn’t look too awkward. ”Hey Ginny…” he mumbled and stepped back to let her inside. ”Come on in, the official tour doesn’t start for fifteen but you can wait inside until then.” he joked and waited till she was inside before closing the door. He was pretty sure her parents were the ones who gave her the new address, this house considerably bigger than the one he’d grown up in and though he’d hated giving up the house it had sold to a family where another kid could grow up calling it home while he got to play with more rooms and things. The main reason for moving was two-parted for him, the first being he needed more space for if he had to have people over for a meeting or social gathering of people involved in the company plus security could be counted in this part. This house was better suited to that and the second part was that he knew living and letting the ghosts of the past haunt him as he had wasn’t healthy so he’d needed somewhere else. He’d gotten it too though it still didn’t quite feel like home to him yet, there was just something missing and he’d figure out what eventually. [/classy]

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[VIRGINIA BENSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #373252 solid, bTable] WHY DO YOU SAY THE THINGS YOU SAY? sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be but without you I’m incomplete [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]the reply that she gave was not what she wanted to say to him, the goodbye was meant to be forever as she had already booked her plane ticket back to her city—the love of her life at this point, in three weeks time. her plane would take off and she was determined to be on it, but the gaping hollow feeling in her stomach left her with more insecurities than assurances and before virgina even realized what she was saying, she agreed to meet an burning flame that she just wished for it to be extinguished. grabbing her sweater off the back of the chair, her arms sweeping into the arms and pulling it close to her body to preserve the body heat that she knew was going to be needed in the crisp autumn air. wishing for the strength to stop moving, virginia began to shut the laptop and shut the lights of her old bedroom off, leaving it in the prime condition that it had been in when she had walked out on the town that she had grown to cherish. the travels to her new life had been bumpy and filled with doubt and the travel time was slower as virginia had turned around several times on route to her new home but in the end, she gathered up the strength and the courage to keep going and arrived in the city of lights only hours after leaving south carolina. she was exhausted with both emotion and mental capacity but she kept going and when she arrived to her new apartment, that was meant for two, she broke her walls down for just one time and cried until the floors warped under her touch. bowing to nothing and having no one to support her, virginia was rather proud of the life that she had built in only a few years but being back in the old town, where it started all, the confliction of her two worlds were crashing head on with one another. the bedroom door shut behind her, along with the small clouds of doubt that this arrangement to meet was not a solid, or full-proof plan as virginia always needed a full-proof plan when it came to making her life more complicated than it was now and her life was plenty complicated. snaking on a piece of chocolate while departing out the front door, tip toeing until her feet hit concrete as though she was thrown back into the throes of her childhood and was forced to resort to sneaking tactics in order to escape the four walls of her bedroom whenever she wanted. shaker was often the reason that she even turned to drastic measures such as lying to her parents or being unfaithful in her promises to be a good girl when her parents were sleeping but that all changed as hormones took over and they were left with nothing but lust for one another. taking long walks, kissing under the cloak of the darkness in the park, sneaking around the town after hours, it was a thrill for ginny and though she desired it once more, it was childish to dwell on the past. wrapping the scarf back around her neck, she recalled the new address to his place, taking a different route in order to pass by his childhood home, and hers by extension. pausing for a moment, she saw dark windows but there was a car in the driveway which suggested to ginny that someone else was now living in the cherished place. anger coursed through her for a moment but understatement came shortly after as she brushed a hand through her hair and continued to walk, not glancing back to the haunted house. the memories of that place were too strong and though the house was not in side, ginny was thrown into the throes of her childhood memories. she felt a guilty feeling for not having returned in hearing that his parents had passed, even if the news was far delayed on her parents side. her condolences were given through the lips of her parents but it did not have the same sentimental value that it could have had if the feelings had been exchanged face to face. the cold was nipping at her skin resulting in a numb feeling and a brief excuse to pull out of her cloud of thoughts and return back to reality as the houses around her grew in size and décor. lawns were growing larger in length but the uniqueness of each estate was dropping and she had to glance at the lit up house numbers in order to get a sense of where she was going. she recalled the times that they had joke about these kinds of places and now, he had turned his back on their ridicule of this kind of lifestyle. it was his choice though and as she stepped up to the house, her fingers curled into a fist and not for the right reason. she had no clue as why the feeling to knock the door in was churning in her stomach but she proceeded to wrack her knuckles against the wooden structure, unfamiliar to her, and waited for the door to open. anger melted away as she came face to face with her childhood love, taking in a deep breath and feeling it hitch in her throat as she began to untie her jacket and stepped into the house, proceeding to let the heavy material fall from her shoulders as she no longer felt the cold wind on her back with the door shutting behind them. ”better be a free tour, froze my ass off walking.”

[/b], she grinned, tucking the jacket onto her forearm and using it as a hanger for the moment. her eyes started to wonder instantly and she raised an eyebrow, giving a low whistle as she realized that even her penthouse apartment on a busy street in the big city was not this fancy. ”you have certainly upgraded shaker.”[/b], giving a smirk in his direction and moving around his body to get a better look at the house without so much as a word for her, silently judging but not actually having the intention of being stuck-up. she was just so confused as to how the male went from nearly rags of their childhood to the riches of the adult life, ”so that tour, private, right?”[/b] she asked, dropping her coat over the back of a chair and turning to glance at him, seeing nothing but his old self reflecting in his eyes and feeling her own knees growing weak.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

THIS POST IS THE AMAZING AND SEXY SASS WITH HER CHARACTER, QUENTIN

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