Quinn's Code - The Geek Hunter - Part 1
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fardell24Quinn's Code 11: The Geek Hunter Part 1
Monday, March 6, 2006
Lawndale
Quinn Morgendorffer entered her sister, Daria's room. “Gosh, this room's more depressing than I remembered,” she commented.
“I'm sorry, the maximum occupancy is one. Please exit through the front.
“Look, I know we don't usually get along, but please don't tell Mom and Dad they're looking for paintball volunteers.”
“But I already sent out their invitations,” Daria snarked.
Quinn recognised her sister's sarcasm, but she wanted to be sure. “You didn't right?”
“Relax, we work together for common goal; no mention of paintballing or volunteering from either one of us.”
“Agreed.”
“Later, after we've achieved this goal, we'll resume the age old hostilities that have made peace in this part of the house a seeming impossibility.”
“Good plan,” Quinn agreed.
Later, Quinn came down to breakfast with a copious amount of clips in her hair. Her mother, Helen, noticed the difference. “Quinn?” she asked.
“I can try something different,” she said.
“Wouldn't that set off the metal detectors?”
“These are plastic clips, they only look metallic.”
“I don't know why you have your hair like that to begin with...”
“All right, all right, the whole school's going on a paintballing field trip.”
“Put away the red hot poker,” Daria said.
“I figured I would try to avoid helmet hair!”
“You held out fror a good ten seconds,” Daria said.
“No.”
“Daria, this trip would be very good for you. You'll get to know your your schoolmates and your teachers. I smell recommendations for College.”
“That's funny. All I smell is hair gel.”
“Those letters can make the difference in getting into your first choice school.”
Jake entered the kitchen. “Jake, tell Daria...”
“Oh, I have to fix that loose floorboard all the way at the eother end of the house,” he said, and left.
“Actually, I should deal with those teachers directly.”
“Mom, I think you've already demonstrated your involvement by pretending you're going out of town whenever Mr. O'Neill call about school review meetings,” Daria siad.
“That man is just so... creepy. I don't suppose they need volunteers for this...”
“No!” Both sisters said at once.
“Oh, darn!”
Later, two Lawndale High buses were heading towards the paintball range.
Jane Lane noticed a sign advertising an attraction called 'The Great White Shark.' “'Only 20 miles to the Great White Shark.' You know, Sharks don't really eat humans. They usually just tear out a bite and swim away.”
“Quite like Quinn's dates,” Daria quipped.
'Not really,' Jennifer Burns thought.
“I mean, they often take a vital organ with them.”
“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but it is not going to work,” Daria said.
On the second bus, Sandi Griffin said “So it's decided: no matter what happens, we won't shoot each other and mess up our outfits,” She held out a copy of Waif magazine. “If I fire on a fellow Fashion Club member, may I wear brown pants with an elastic band for a whole week...”
Tori Jericho placed her hand on the magazine. “If I fire, I'll wear shiny taupe pantyhose.”
Stacy Rowe did the same “Stonewashed jeans.”
So did Tiffany Blum-Deckler “Glasses.”
A few seats behind, Quinn overheard the Fashion Club. “Give me a break!” she said.
“Rather silly, isn't it?” her friend, Cindy Brolsma commented.
“Certainly, I know Sandi still resents my popularity,” Quinn said.
Their friend, Kristen Leung-Bell, was about to say something when Joey Green interrupted. “Quinn, don't worry about anyone hitting you. I'll protect you.”
“Me too! I'll be your bodyguard! They'll have to kill me first,” Jeffy Brown chimed in.
“Um, Okay...” Quinn interjected.
“I really want to take a bullet for you,” Jamie White said.
“Oh dear...”
“They're paintballs, not bullets,” Cindy said. She turned to Quinn. “There are some FPS tactics we can use...”
Back on the other bus... after it passed another sign advertising the 'Great White Shark'. “Come on! Let's ditch paintballing and go visit the Great White Shark. It'll be cool,” Jane said.
“Maybe,” Jennifer said.
“No it won't. It'll be stupid, and we're already doing something stupid!” Daria objected.
“It would be our idea,” Jennifer said.
“Not interested. There are plenty of tiny-brained pre-historic creatures right here.”
When the buses go the paintballing place the Morgendorffer sisters got a surprise. “Surprise!” Helen and Jake said as their daughters got off the buses.
“Ah!” Quinn said as she ran off with her friends right behind her.
“What are they doing here?” Jane asked.
'This has to be embarrassing,' Jennifer thought as she moved toward Daria.
“I guess tormenting me in the privacy of my own home wasn't enough,” Daria said.
“Daria, isn't this great? I called your mother about the school review meeting, but she was going out of town that night and asked if we were looking for paintball volunteers! I only wish that more panets cared enough to take such an active role in their child's education,” Timothy O'Neill said.
“Me too!” Jake said/
“Yes...” Helen said.
Daria turned to her friends. “If we walk fast, we can see the Great White Shark by ten.”
“...We also have an exact replica of 'Nam's infamous POW prison, the Hanoi Hilton, special rates for weddngs.”
Sandi raised her hand “Colonel, or whatever, where's the ladies room?”
“Oh, there are 'comfort stations' but they're really well camoflagued.” Jim pointed to Jake.
“Hey you! Come here!”
“Me?” Jake asked.
“Watch this!” Jim said as he pushed Jake into a hole in the ground.
“Ah!”
“Jake!” Helen called out.
“Isn't it great? A whole labyrinth of underground tunnels. You could get lost down there for days.”
Monday, March 6, 2006
Lawndale
Quinn Morgendorffer entered her sister, Daria's room. “Gosh, this room's more depressing than I remembered,” she commented.
“I'm sorry, the maximum occupancy is one. Please exit through the front.
“Look, I know we don't usually get along, but please don't tell Mom and Dad they're looking for paintball volunteers.”
“But I already sent out their invitations,” Daria snarked.
Quinn recognised her sister's sarcasm, but she wanted to be sure. “You didn't right?”
“Relax, we work together for common goal; no mention of paintballing or volunteering from either one of us.”
“Agreed.”
“Later, after we've achieved this goal, we'll resume the age old hostilities that have made peace in this part of the house a seeming impossibility.”
“Good plan,” Quinn agreed.
Later, Quinn came down to breakfast with a copious amount of clips in her hair. Her mother, Helen, noticed the difference. “Quinn?” she asked.
“I can try something different,” she said.
“Wouldn't that set off the metal detectors?”
“These are plastic clips, they only look metallic.”
“I don't know why you have your hair like that to begin with...”
“All right, all right, the whole school's going on a paintballing field trip.”
“Put away the red hot poker,” Daria said.
“I figured I would try to avoid helmet hair!”
“You held out fror a good ten seconds,” Daria said.
“No.”
“Daria, this trip would be very good for you. You'll get to know your your schoolmates and your teachers. I smell recommendations for College.”
“That's funny. All I smell is hair gel.”
“Those letters can make the difference in getting into your first choice school.”
Jake entered the kitchen. “Jake, tell Daria...”
“Oh, I have to fix that loose floorboard all the way at the eother end of the house,” he said, and left.
“Actually, I should deal with those teachers directly.”
“Mom, I think you've already demonstrated your involvement by pretending you're going out of town whenever Mr. O'Neill call about school review meetings,” Daria siad.
“That man is just so... creepy. I don't suppose they need volunteers for this...”
“No!” Both sisters said at once.
“Oh, darn!”
Later, two Lawndale High buses were heading towards the paintball range.
Jane Lane noticed a sign advertising an attraction called 'The Great White Shark.' “'Only 20 miles to the Great White Shark.' You know, Sharks don't really eat humans. They usually just tear out a bite and swim away.”
“Quite like Quinn's dates,” Daria quipped.
'Not really,' Jennifer Burns thought.
“I mean, they often take a vital organ with them.”
“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but it is not going to work,” Daria said.
On the second bus, Sandi Griffin said “So it's decided: no matter what happens, we won't shoot each other and mess up our outfits,” She held out a copy of Waif magazine. “If I fire on a fellow Fashion Club member, may I wear brown pants with an elastic band for a whole week...”
Tori Jericho placed her hand on the magazine. “If I fire, I'll wear shiny taupe pantyhose.”
Stacy Rowe did the same “Stonewashed jeans.”
So did Tiffany Blum-Deckler “Glasses.”
A few seats behind, Quinn overheard the Fashion Club. “Give me a break!” she said.
“Rather silly, isn't it?” her friend, Cindy Brolsma commented.
“Certainly, I know Sandi still resents my popularity,” Quinn said.
Their friend, Kristen Leung-Bell, was about to say something when Joey Green interrupted. “Quinn, don't worry about anyone hitting you. I'll protect you.”
“Me too! I'll be your bodyguard! They'll have to kill me first,” Jeffy Brown chimed in.
“Um, Okay...” Quinn interjected.
“I really want to take a bullet for you,” Jamie White said.
“Oh dear...”
“They're paintballs, not bullets,” Cindy said. She turned to Quinn. “There are some FPS tactics we can use...”
Back on the other bus... after it passed another sign advertising the 'Great White Shark'. “Come on! Let's ditch paintballing and go visit the Great White Shark. It'll be cool,” Jane said.
“Maybe,” Jennifer said.
“No it won't. It'll be stupid, and we're already doing something stupid!” Daria objected.
“It would be our idea,” Jennifer said.
“Not interested. There are plenty of tiny-brained pre-historic creatures right here.”
When the buses go the paintballing place the Morgendorffer sisters got a surprise. “Surprise!” Helen and Jake said as their daughters got off the buses.
“Ah!” Quinn said as she ran off with her friends right behind her.
“What are they doing here?” Jane asked.
'This has to be embarrassing,' Jennifer thought as she moved toward Daria.
“I guess tormenting me in the privacy of my own home wasn't enough,” Daria said.
“Daria, isn't this great? I called your mother about the school review meeting, but she was going out of town that night and asked if we were looking for paintball volunteers! I only wish that more panets cared enough to take such an active role in their child's education,” Timothy O'Neill said.
“Me too!” Jake said/
“Yes...” Helen said.
Daria turned to her friends. “If we walk fast, we can see the Great White Shark by ten.”
“...We also have an exact replica of 'Nam's infamous POW prison, the Hanoi Hilton, special rates for weddngs.”
Sandi raised her hand “Colonel, or whatever, where's the ladies room?”
“Oh, there are 'comfort stations' but they're really well camoflagued.” Jim pointed to Jake.
“Hey you! Come here!”
“Me?” Jake asked.
“Watch this!” Jim said as he pushed Jake into a hole in the ground.
“Ah!”
“Jake!” Helen called out.
“Isn't it great? A whole labyrinth of underground tunnels. You could get lost down there for days.”
