So I was really surprised on how many people reviewed on Rebecca's vignette, lol, and I'm glad you guys liked my pov. But now, let's go on with the next vignette.

Wow, this one actually took me one whole week and until last night it finally hit me how it was supposed to flow. This one was one hard girl to figure out, but I guess that's the charm we see in her…

Hope you guys like it!

Oh and shameless pimping here (lol), go read "Heartbreaker" by wish on a star ox (awesome writing and plot!), go go go! (oh, and please, keep an open mind); oh right and the 5th chapter of "Of Lolitas and Femme Fatales" is up! Finally lol.

Ps: I'm saying 'oh' a lot aint I? lol

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Braids

Her hair was always in braids; one, two, sometimes she even had six or more. And when you thought she stopped, that she just didn't feel like doing them today, you could see that thin, almost invisible, braid that played peek-a-boo through the layers of straight hair.

And, therefore, morning after morning she found herself braiding at least that minor piece of hair.

It was just a routine, something she had gotten used to doing. Because unlike the curls, or the blonde bob, or even the free-of-frizz brunette, she didn't have a life story that explained the reason behind braids.

No, her alpaca didn't die the first day her mom braided her hair (or her mom, for that matter), neither had she received her first kiss while sporting braids.

So yes, she could live without the braids; she just chose not to.

Because she just thought that they, much like her own self, were quirky and unique; and she just knew that no one braided their hair every day.

Sure, sometimes, they parted their hair or made room in their life for braids, but she did them every day, it was her routine.

So, today, when her alarm clock went off, and her hair was washed, she reached for that thin piece of hair until something, someone, stopped her.

"You could not braid it today, you know?"

Her hand stopped in mid air and a shy smile tugged at her lips. She turned around and her eyes met Mark's warm ones, "Okay"

And that was when Quinn Pensky realized that maybe it was okay to break free of routines once in a while.

Because to her, braids were just that.

Braids.

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So, there it is, the awesome, yet scary, Quinn Pensky. As I said before, this was really hard, because much like Michael or Nicole, we don't really have that much info about Quinn, so I just took what I most see in her, and that, my friends, are braids.

To me, costume and hair are really important in a character because they give you knowledge on what they're like. An example (although I don't know if you guys ever watched this show) are Joey and Jen from Dawson's Creek. They were complete opposites, and even though the show did a lot of character insight, you could just know what they were like through costume and hair.

Joey was almost always wearing jeans and a tee because she was a very simple girl, just like her hair (even in prom or events) was always in a very simple do. She was shy and kind of introvert.

Jen, on the other hand, always was wearing something showy, low cut shirts, minis, etc. And her hair was always curly or cut really short. She always liked to be cutting edge (even if she said she was a rebel and was against the world) and was really just an 'out there' kind of person.

So...there's my rambling on wardrobe and hair lol. I'll stop 'cause this is almost as long as the vignette...lol, review please!