I'm back...

Quinn is standing in snow that comes up to about half-way up his calves.  He doesn't seem to be very cold, though all he has in terms of winter clothing is a tattered striped scarf that looks as if it's been through a lot and the jacket of his uniform.  He doesn't appear to be too happy about wearing it, but it does look to be keeping him from freezing.

His expression, though, is far from content.  Quinn looks worried, and a bit guilty as well.  Finally he looks up; when he speaks the cold air mists around him.

I haven't been around much, lately, I know...

See, things started to get kind of confusing maybe a month or so... I kept losing my memory, and I would find myself in places far away from here.  Occasionally I would find myself with the Pigmasks again... He shivers as he says this, not entirely from the winter weather.  I haven't figured it out yet, why this has been happening, but I'm working on it.  

For now, I hope I can just stay around here.
_{Without losing any important, long-term memories.}

With this he laughs hesitantly and then stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

(( GUYS DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?

This is a return journal hastily thrown together and disguised as a plot point of Quinn's life.  Yeah.  Not like I planned this out; I just kind of made it up.  Blehh.  Well anyway, he's back, and so am I, and I'm so excited to return to RP-ing with both the people I know and all the new people here! c: ))