((Betty Quinn continued from These days of dishonourable peace )) Quinn did not fight against Colm’s pull as he had dragged her from the infirmary. She hadn’t really known what she was supposed to do there, and the boy had found it in himself to be more decisive than she could manage to be at that m...

Colm’s response wasn’t exactly what Quinn had hoped for, suggesting that they should quit the scene simply because there was a gunman outside. However, if the outsider remained set on attacking them, then it was all the more reason that Quinn could not simply abandon the infirmary. Even if she and C...

Quinn waited in silence for a response from the outside which never seemed to come. She could hear… something outside, but it was difficult to make out and certainly didn’t sound like it was coming closer. Had the other party gotten wind that something was up after Colm cut in? If so, that would mea...

Colm’s interjection drew a cold glare from Quinn, frustrated at his inability to simply allow her to handle this in the way that she knew was necessary. Now the newcomer was disbelieving of their story, filled with Colm’s cartoonish description of his “illness,” and basically said as much. How could...

Quinn could not discern who the person outside was from their voice alone, which told her that this was someone she wasn’t particularly close with, but little else. Regardless, any relief that might have come with a proper response to her call was immediately wiped away by the threat of what followe...

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Quinn had been correct about Colm, it seemed. His response was good natured, and he even went on to indulge in a bit of wordplay. However, the words summoned the briefest reminder of the blood pooling around Oakley’s head, only for that to be interrupted by… something else. Before Quinn could give a...

Quinn’s head snapped to attention and she stepped more clearly into view of the room Colm was inhabiting, as though she had only then realized that he was there. She smiled politely at his strange old man pun, appreciating the attempted levity, but also finding his demeanor to be a bit strange given...

((Betty Quinn continued from Duet )) It hadn’t taken too much wandering toward the northwest for Quinn to come across the area which her map noted as being a “Research Station.” Here, she had determined, would be a worthwhile place to search for supplies and possible improvised weapons. A more thoro...

Quinn did not remain idle as the boy collapsed to the ground. She pursued him, mounting his prone form, she brought the stone down once again, and once again, she heard the awful thunk of its contact, felt the impact rush up her arm. Gritting her teeth, she found that her breath was labored and unst...

At the moment Oakley's gaze met her own, Quinn used all of her might to slam the large rock she had been holding into the side of his head.

Oakley’s answer was met with dead air, which seemed to carry for some time before Quinn’s voice returned, but quieter and closer, a clear edge of anxiety coloring the words.

“Oakley, do you… believe in anything?”

Quinn kept her breaths soft and steady. Oakley was determined to avoid speaking directly, it seemed, and it did wear on her patience. However, Quinn reminded herself, she was not being exactly forthright herself. “I presume it also comes down to how many lives each plan would cost. I would hope so, ...

Quinn frowned. She could hear the smile in Oakley’s voice, how casually he seemed to treat the topic at hand, even though he seemed keen to frame himself as the wiser party in the exchange, needling her and answering her questions with his own. “Is it possible the two of us have different definition...

“Oh, well… I suppose I’d go about things just the same. I’m not sure that it would change much.” The girl’s words came slow, their diction articulate. She had chosen them carefully. ((S118 - Betty Quinn: START )) Quinn stood some distance behind Oakley, close enough that there was no need to raise h...