broadsword_babe: (Miranda (celtic!Quinn))
Go to Google image search and type in your name. Post an image from the first page of results along with your commentary about that image.

For those who know me as Quinn

And for those who don't
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (desire))
Cut for TMI )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (jeans))
Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories. You may if you like include details, such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sunny))
Afternoon found her high on a ladder, paint brush in hand. Large drop-cloths had been spread over the centuries-old herringbone wood floor. Quinn hadn't expected the house to be in pristine condition, not with the Allies using it for a field hospital back in the day. Granted, most of the rooms had been either refurbished, remodelled, or reconditioned in the decades since World War II, but there were still a few that needed work, some more than others.

She wasn't sure how long she and Methos would be staying there, but she figured she might as well get some work done rather than just do nothing at all. To that end, she had already pulled down all the old wallpaper and purchased buckets of light lavender paint. Of course, she could just hire a painting crew, but she took pride in what she had. After all, there wasn't much she actually held on to.

So, there she was, her red hair tied up in a kerchief, painting up close to the ceiling when a hiss and a terrified yowl echoed down the hallway. That was followed by the skittering of claws on hardwood. The next thing she knew, a white and tan blur streaked through the doorway and up the ladder. Claws dug into her jeans, pricking her skin as a terrorized feline climbed up her leg.

"What the hell?!" Quinn exclaimed, trying to keep the panicked cat out of the paint tray and balancing at the top of the ladder at the same time.

Two seconds later, a very large, very enthusiastic deerhound bounded into the room, barking at the top of his lungs. Obviously, the cat had been the object of his latest hunt.

"Stop! Wait! Brutæ! NO!" she yelled, but couldn't keep the dog from planting two enormous paws on one of the steps, and pushing the ladder. Unfortunately, she hadn't locked the A-frame ladder in place like she thought she had and the supports buckled. "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

The resounding crash could probably be heard for miles, and it was lucky the floor held, but it was a very near thing. Quinn groaned as she felt the bones in her arm and leg knit back together after she had taken a very hard landing. The cat, as all felines do, had landed on its feet, right in the paint tray, effectively toppling both the tray and the bucket underneath onto the floor. The animal in question had disappeared, leaving light lavender paw prints all over the drop cloth and down the hall. Brutæ, who still thought this was the height of hilarity, went running after the cat, leaving his own set of paw prints in his wake.

"Damn and blast you, you mangy mongrel!" she shouted after the deerhound. That was soon followed by a rather extensive epithet of vulgarity in at least six languages, including two that no one had heard in a thousand years.

As for Quinn, her jeans were more paint than denim. Paw prints from the cat covered one leg, an enormous blotch ran down the other leg from where she fell in the puddle from the overturned can. Her shirt, which had seen better days already, had been splattered and clawed.

She ran a hand over her face, not sure whether to be furious or find the whole thing funny as hell. Next time, she would definitely hire painters, and ban the dog from the house for the duration.

But that still didn't explain where that blasted cat had come from.

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
589 Words
Write a scene or story that features your character painting (pictures, houses, whatever you choose).
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (blonde!Quinn))
You Are Bitter
You aren't bitter at the world, even though you have a strong personality.
Instead, you are sophisticated and cultured. You appreciate acquired tastes.

You are very powerful. You have the ability to change a room's energy.
While some may find you disagreeable, your points of view are intelligent and interesting.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (jeans))
France in the spring was a sight to behold. The sky was a bright, clear blue with patches of cottony-white clouds. The chartered over-night flight over from New York had gone off without a hitch, and a little red rental waited for them outside the gate. Quinn hadn't been able to resist getting a convertible. The countryside, and the weather, was just too nice.

It amazed her how little this part of the country had changed. Vineyards still covered the rolling hills, modest châteaus dotted the valleys, and flowers sprang up next to the roadway. She was so enthralled by the scenery, she almost missed the turn-off for her estate.

Weeks ago, she had made a few calls to keep up the pretence she had inherited the place from a deceased great-aunt, and wanted to arrange a visit to go over the property. All the appropriate paperwork had been filed through various lawyers with the key being FedExed to Methos' flat just in time for their trip.

Gravel crunched as she downshifted to turn on to the drive up to the main house. From the sound of if, the place might need a bit of fixing up, but it wasn't a falling-down ruin. In a pasture off to one side of the driveway, she spotted a few horses and smiled to herself, tempted to make a quip about Methos' angry adolescence. But it would've fallen on deaf ears since he was fast asleep in the passenger seat, or maybe he was just faking it.

Just ahead, she could see the house, and breathed a sigh of relief. Someone had been kind enough to tend the gardens and shrubbery surrounding the two-and-a-half story building. It looked to be in decent shape, only needing a fresh coat of paint and perhaps a new roof. She knew, from personal experience, that it already had the requisite plumbing and electricity needed in these modern times, but she wasn't sure what state the interior was in.

"Oi, sleepyhead!" she said, lightly punching his arm. "C'mon, nearly there."
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (eyebrow))
Right, so. My scribe was looking through "vampire music" of all things on iTunes *glares in jest @ [ profile] hunts4blood & [ profile] salt_and_silver* and came across a band called "Kronos Quartet." Course, we both boggled. First thing that came t'my mind was that I didn't think the bloke could sing. Methos, on the other hand...

Anyway, turns out they're not a band at all, but a chamber quartet. Interesting, that.

broadsword_babe: (Miranda (amused))

Across the Top:
Mobile: I can certainly see how folks get t'where they can't live without these buggers.
Wallet: Course that has all m'credit cards, drivers' license and things.
Compact: Needed for if I have t'do a bit of primping before meeting for an appraisal.

In the Middle:
Passport: Never know when this could come in handy.
Keys: One t' m'place on Orkney, the rest t'things around New York
Hairbrush: Again with th'primping thing.

Buried in the Bottom:
Lipstick: Don't haveta explain that one, I don't think.
Folding knife: I've carried a blade on me in some form or other m'whole life. Not about t'stop now.
Spare change: Blasted stuff seems t'breed in m'purse. I barely get rid of th'last handful, and another appears. Guess it's good t'have fer parking meters and whatnot.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (jeans))
You Are the Bedroom
You are an indulgent person. You enjoy rest, relaxation, and pampering.
You know how to find peace in a crazy life. You are good at unplugging.

You tend to be very private. You don't let just anyone in.
You are also a romantic. When you have someone, you tend to be very couple oriented.

You Are the Kitchen
You are creative and inspired. You have a lot of projects going on.
You are also a homebody who enjoys a cozy night with a nice home cooked meal.

You are generous and giving. You enjoy taking care of people.
You have a knack for knowing what each person needs most.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (listening red))
1. How tall are you barefoot?

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
Not since the '70s

3. Do you own a gun?
Not at th'moment

4. Rehab?
I'd rather not
Read more... )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sunny))
Not that Quinn's particularly religious, mind, but she does have certain songs she enjoys. Shouldn't be any surprise that the majority of them are Celtic.

broadsword_babe: (Miranda (jeans))
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle and list the first 25 songs
2. Link to the song lyrics
3. Post the songs for others to give you prompts based on the song of their choice.

**A general mood will be taken into consideration if given. Please specify if you'd like to see your muse in the drabble or not or a specific scene. Ideas including other muses will be considered with the other writer's permission.**

The List )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (morning-after))
Takes place the morning of this (Comments definitely NSFW & flocked on general principles)

She sat alone, looking out over the back lawn, waiting for the coffee maker to brew up a couple cups before taking the carafe off the warmer. The mist from the water swirled over the grass, leaving clear gems of dew that sparkled in the first light of dawn. She pulled the white shirt around her, his white shirt. She could still smell his scent on the fabric, on her hair, on her skin.

Read more... )

Muse: Quinnleigh Kincaid
Fandom: Highlander (OC)
Word Count: 780 Words
Prompt: Everyone has secrets. It's the nature of people to hide things from each other, but sometimes it just has to come out. Tell us about a time you had to reveal a secret to someone.
Notes: Based on RP with [ profile] iris_angel who is referenced with love and respect.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sepia smile))
You Are a Pineapple Smoothie
You are adventurous and brave. You aren't afraid of much.
You are in love with new experiences. You are usually the first to try something.

You get bored rather easily, and you need to be challenged in life.
You are turbo charged. Most people find it impossible to keep up with you in any capacity.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sunny))
cut t'spare flists )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (celtic!Quinn))
You Are a Doer
You are primarily concerned with what is actual. You tend to be a practical person.
You love to stay busy, and you are always immersed in projects.

You are in touch with your senses, and you enjoy indulging them. You're likely a crafter of some sort.
You crave different sensations in life, whether it's working with your hands, playing sports, or eating your favorite meal.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sepia smile))
You Are a Smoothie
You are fun loving, active, and flexible. You are very open to new experiences.
You are very positive and optimistic. You believe the best is yet to come in life.

You appreciate the simple pleasures, like fresh fruit and a summer day.
You believe less is more. You rather lead a life of leisure than let your things own you.


21 Apr 2009 05:44 pm
broadsword_babe: (OOC)
I've been toying around with the idea of giving Quinn her own Twitter account, but I haven't really decided yet. To be honest, I'm not sure who exactly would be interested in following her. Not to mention, I'm not sure what she'd tweet about to begin with. I do have my own Twitter account @celticdreamz, if anyone's interested in following it.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (*giggle*))
1) Indoor loo
2) Jetted tub
3) Hot & cold running water
4) Electricity
5) Internet
6) Lifts/Elevators
7) Proper bed (sheets, blankets, pillows)
8) Not having to make m'own clothes (though I can in a pinch)
9) Proper stove/oven
10) Methos Adam Ben *smirk*


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