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Quinncey has a minion!

Francis the Nazzy

Quinncey
Legacy Name: Quinncey

The

Arid Malticorn
Owner:

Perks

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 15th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: December 15th, 2010

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 17
Health: 16
HP: 16/16
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

It was just after 10o'clock in the morning. The cafe was buzzing with voices of the other patrons chatting amongst their little cliques. Sitting in a a table in the corner at the front of the shop, sat a boy with stylishly unkempt hair the color of coal that hovered over the top of a folded edition of the Sunday paper. The barista glided across the floor with a mug brimming with caramel colored liquid on a tray, with a white plate containing two chocolate dipped biscotti.

"Large Caramel Frappe and 2 biscotti?" her voice was high pitched and she spoke like she had already drank a whole pot of coffee herself. She placed the plate down on the table and the mug followed. The person behind the paper moved it down and smiled, his green eyes twinkled.

"Thanks, Jessie", the phrase came out in a singsong manner. Audibly he was pleased with something and Jessie smiled in return, tilting her head quizzically, "So Quinn, you seem quiet cheerful this morning, more so than usual, Whats up?", she let out cheery chuckle.

Quinn returned the chuckle, turned the paper around and slid out across the edge of the table. It was opened to the Arts and Entertainment section, specifically to the section of reviews. His smile grew wider as he directed Jessie to the cause of his joy. "Second column, third from the bottom!" He sipped his coffee and munched his biscotti while he watched the barista read from the paper out loud.

"Flying under the radar is the independent film by up and coming director Joseph Golden, Rabbit Hole, it the story of Devon, an addict of all kinds, played by Quinncey Delmar, who struggles with his demons and how it effects his relationship with the people he cares most about. His demons get a death grip hold on him after the tragic death of his life partner. Delmar's portrayal of Devon is superb. This being his first starring role speaks volumes of how talented he is. Keep an eye on this one. This movie is a must see. *****."

The excitement poured out with each line she read. Jessie returned the paper to the table. She could see the smile plastered on Quinn's face. She couldn't contain her self. She hopped in place and pulled him from his chair, throwing her arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. She jostled him a bit as she bounced back and forth. Quinn broke the embrace, still grinning from ear to ear. Jessie noticed her boss standing behind the counter, giving her a mixed look of confusion and slight anger. She kissed Quinn on the cheek before having to depart back to work, "Its only a matter of time, You'll be rolling in good reviews and awards before you know it! I'll see you after work for some celebration!"

Quinn sat back down in his chair as he watched his friend almost skip back to work. He reached into his shirt, and felt for the star shaped locket he has worn for years, it was his mothers. Pulling it from within his shirt, he opened it. The smile melted away to a more somber look. Inside was a picture of his mother, a head shot from when she first started acting herself. In the other side, his first head shot from just a few years ago. In his picture you could tell hidden behind his smiling face, pain fought to surface. It was taken just a few short months after his mothers tragic passing. She was all he ever knew in life. His father was non-present in his life, he couldn't handle the responsibility of being a father.

Tears threatened to flood his eyes, he fought them back. Looking at the locket he pulled it to his lips and gave it a kiss, before closing it and holding it to his heart, "I wish you could share this with me mom. I know you would be proud of me..." his voice was quiet and trailed off. He tucked the locket back inside his shirt. It laid against his chest, the cold silver warmed just enough from his touch to keep him reminded. of who he was and why he is doing what he loves.

Art by orangecake