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Quinn had slept and Quinn had taken a bath and Quinn was feeling just fabulous, thank you very much, with all this power surging through her. She'd been wrong all her life; she needed to be strong more than she needed to be pretty.

She tapped her feet impatiently, and if she noticed through her sandals that her toenails were thick black claws now it certainly didn't bother her. "We should go before anyone thinks to look for us."

She lisped as she spoke, just a bit. The sharp teeth took some getting used to.

[OOC: For He Who is With Her.]

Date: 2011-08-05 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck wasn't really caring that his carefully-honed musculature had, at some point, begun to transform into bony cartilage, poking up through his shirt at the shoulders. He didn't care about his teeth, and how they were more accurately fangs at this point. And the fact thart his beautiful, beautiful face had begun to stretch, his cheekbones pressing out to create slight hollows, had escaped his notice.

No, his focus now was how powerful he felt. The sensation of throwing a slushy in a kid's face was a distant memory at this point, but he knew that was nothing in comparison.

"Where are we going?" he asked, his own speech hampered by his teeth.

Date: 2011-08-05 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn noticed Puck's new cheekbones. She just thought they looked good, like her own expanding temples.

"Away." That was always going to be Quinn's first answer. "California. Cross-country drive, and when we get there we'll go to a movie star plastic surgeon and he'll fix us."

Date: 2011-08-05 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And if he doesn't, I'll break his neck," Puck said, as though agreeing upon the weather.

Date: 2011-08-05 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I feel like I might break a couple necks along the way anyhow," Quinn said, equally calm. "If people stare at us."
Edited Date: 2011-08-06 12:23 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-08-06 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Or try to talk to us," Puck added. "I'm fucking sick of people thinking something's wrong." Even if there clearly was.

Date: 2011-08-06 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Because we're going beyond them," Quinn said. "We're getting stronger and faster and better, so they're jealous."

Um. No.

Date: 2011-08-06 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I thought I was strong before," Puck said, rolling his pointy shoulders. "I wasn't. I was just like them."

Date: 2011-08-06 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Like anybody," Quinn said. "Boring."

Her back was stiffening as she spoke. "Do you hear something?"

Date: 2011-08-06 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck cocked his head, going still. He flicked his gaze to Quinn.

"We can take 'em," he said softly, almost a growl.

Date: 2011-08-06 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"We could take a whole lot of them," Quinn growled in return, and cocked her head up in a manner that was almost reptilian.

A few troopers appeared at the other end of the causeway.

Date: 2011-08-06 02:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck actually sort of hissed in response to seeing them -- they were armed, and he didn't like that, but he could still get past them. They both could. "They're not stopping us. That's nothing."

Date: 2011-08-06 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The head trooper was saying something, something about stepping back and not getting hurt, but to Quinn it all sounded like wah-wah-wah noises.

"I say we charge," she said. Somehow getting off the island was less important than beating the troopers. "On three, right?"

Date: 2011-08-07 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"One," Puck said, by way of agreement as he leaned forward into a lunge, preparing to run towards the troopers. He wasn't so far gone that he'd forgotten how to count, thankfully. "Two."

Date: 2011-08-07 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Three," Quinn said, and then charged at the poor beleagured trooper with her head down and her fangs spread in front of her.

Her bared fangs were grin, not grimace. This was fun.


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