Quinn muttered under his breath as he jabbed at his cellphone for the nth time. GPS sucked. He lifted his arm to throw the blasted thing against the pavement then stopped. He couldn't afford to lose a buy a new phone yet. With a groan he lowered his phone and began trying again, in vain, to find out where he was. Florida officially sucked. Before he had been hired to come here, all he knew about Florida was that it was where fat old men when to retire (and die). Since arriving at the Orlando International Airport there had been nothing but delays. First was he didn't even know how to get to the town from the airport. Second was that his GPS hated him. With a passion. It lead him down dead ends, told him he was in a different part of town than he really was and was just generally a pain. So having been to Florida Quinn was now sure the Devil resided within it's boarders. Or whatever evil diety he was supposed to believe in being half Valkyrie. Norse mythology just went in one ear and out the other. It was some serpent biting at the roots of the world or some dragon or something. Quinn had stopped caring a long time ago. Not that there had ever been anyone around to care. No, the Blonde had been abandoned upon his father's doorsteps. And the man hadn't wanted him. Why the man had even left Quinn grow up there was beyond Quinn. The only explanation he could ever arrive at was even though his father was a Grade A SOB, he had a soft spot for babies. Lucky Quinn. "Are you lost?" A voice asked from behind the young man. Quinn turned, his left hand dropping to his veiled sword, but there was no one but a pinked headed girl looking at him. "No." Quinn tersely replied. Though the girl wasn't even the slightest off put. "Where are you going?" She asked trying to get a peak at Quinn's phone. Quinn tucked it into his pants' pocket and hoped she wasn't the daring type to go after it. The pink haired girl frowned then shrugged. "Whatever man." And with that she was walking away. Quinn sighed and pulled his phone back out. The GPS said to go left. Quinn looked left and was greeting with a rather large building. He snorted, left indeed.