chasing pavement , open

[ashton]

my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] A slender hand raised to cover her mouth, and hide the yawn forcing its way out as Ashton's mouth as she stepped out of the bitter cold and into the public library. In her left hand was a travel mug filled with steaming coffee, and in her right was a pile of books she needed for studying. Most of her friends were still busy in class, but she had had all morning classes, allowing her the afternoon free. It was nice, to get some quiet time, and Ashton loved the library. The biggest reason she was here was because she had put this essay off long enough. It was due in a week, and if she wanted a worthy grade, it would have to get done. Smiling as a silent greeting to the librarian, the blond shuffled her way to the stairs, making her way to her favorite section to work. To the top left, there was a little desk by the window that gave her a beautiful view of the garden outside, and also kept her far enough away where most people wouldn't notice her. Reaching her desk, the blonde dropped her bag next to the computer, collapsed into the hard, ridged chair and logged onto the machine ready to do a computer search for any books she may need... But first.... Facebook. It seemed like the perfect distraction, and Ashton was dying to know if her friends had put up the pictures of them from Cape Cod a couple of days ago. It had been fun, with constant swimming at the beach and shopping. Smiling to herself, Ashton clicked through the photographs of her family, desperately trying to reach the party pictures. Her sister and she were friends on facebook, and every once in a while Samantha would post pictures of the family. Ever since her mother kicked her out for wanting a higher education (heaven forbid) they had been estranged. It seemed like a petty reason, but her mother was stubborn. Ashton missed them desperately, and when she looked at pictures, she wondered if she had made the right decision. Deep down, she knew she had, but that didn't help. Opening up Microsoft Word, she studied the blinking cursor. Honestly, she hated writing, but this essay was important...or at least important to getting a grade in the class. Stiffing a yawn, she stretched her fingers and began typing. An hour or two later and Ashton wanted to die. So many of the text books she had selected had proved to be useless from what she could see (she hated it when that happened) and she still had two more paragraphs to write before she was satisfied! Rubbing her palms into her eyes, Ashton yawned again before reaching over for her huuuge cup, “nooo!” she moaned quietly- although there were few people in the library (and even fewer on this floor)- as nothing reached her lips. She’d drank it all. Blinking and rolling her eyes in annoyance, she looked back at the screen. The white paper background to Word was depressing and she rubbed her eyes. It was gonna be a long day.

tagged: open | outfit: as seen above | notes: none

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[nixon mason grey]

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missing me?

He was bored. And when Nixon Grey was bored that wasn't a good thing. He supposed he should be attempting to do damage control after the public display that had happened a few days prior, but he didn't have the want or the energy. He wished it would just sink into non-existence, for that would be much easier than the confusion he was putting himself through. They had pictures of his arrest. They had pictures of his innocence. Even if Scout hadn't managed to get them to drop the charges of assault on him, he would have sued that police department sideways for his innocence to be proven. That was police brutality. The mug shots that he had experienced showed the horrendous bruise traveling from his chin to his eye from the hit to the cop car it had sustained. Now that he had shaved too, which was a mistake, one could see large bruises around his chin, as if someone had grabbed it. And they had, but he was never going to admit to that fact.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he wished he was the kind of man that would cover his bruises with make up so that no one would see his imperfections. But of course, he wouldn't do that. That was way too feminine for his liking and besides, people would know. His battered face had been plastered all over the headlines, as well as the picture with him holding Scout. Oh, he was in trouble. He didn't want Scout to be associated with him in the public eye yet. It was a lot for her to handle, for her to grow accustomed to, as seen by the reaction they got at Fenway. He could see how unsure she was, how uncomfortable she was with the cameras flashing in her face and the people swarming them. For a moment, his ice cold heart swelled with warmth at the mention of her in his thoughts. He cared for the girl, he really did. He had never cared for anyone this much before and he really just didn't want to see her hurt. Little did he know, she was playing him.

However, the normally careful and wary billionaire didn't see that. What he did see was a young woman who returned his affections and he wanted to see how this turned out. Sighing softly, he realized that he couldn't remain holed up in his home forever. Scout had tried calling him but he hadn't responded. He just wasn't ready to face her after the embarrassment that was his life. He wasn't ready to face the onslaught that would greet him once he stepped outside either, but he needed to do something. And the only place he could think of that would give him any privacy was the library. It was public but he knew hardly anyone would be there. Deciding on that as an option, he went to his dresser in dressed in clothes that could be considered work out clothes. Pulling on a pair of black sweat pants, he paired that with a long sleeved black under armor shirt. He could just go out for a run. Simple as that. Sliding his black baseball cap on for his disguise, he traveled out of his home and down the back way where no one would see him.

Finally reaching the side street to his home he was relieved to see that the paparazzi were all at his front gate. Smiling slightly to himself, he took off, jogging his way through the back streets to get to the library. When it was finally in sight, he let out a small sigh of relief and hurried in through the entrance. Having grabbed his wallet before he went on his run, he pulled out the library card that would grant him entry. He really didn't need it because he had an expansive library at home, but sometimes he just wanted to get out of the house. Like today for instance.

He traveled up the stairs after greeting the stunned library staff and was soon heading to a desk that he used often. However, when he reached the landing he saw that it was already occupied and the girl looked as if she was set up for a long haul. Furrowing his brow, he looked around, wondering if there was another private area he could sit and collect his thoughts. Nothing. It seemed as if everyone had the same idea as he did and as he stood there looking like an idiot, his bruised face filled with color from his embarrassment. Ducking into one of the rows of book shelves right behind the girl's desk, he pulled a random book out from the shelf. But of course nothing could go off in his life without a hitch lately, so as he pulled one, the whole entire shelf came raining down. Had he seriously just broken the shelf!? "Oh bloody hell.. you fucking git.." His British accent came out in an irritated whisper and it was obvious that he was not pleased.

Nixon stood there fuming as the books finished crashing to the floor and then he looked at the shelf that had just broken. They really needed to invest in more appropriate furniture. Maybe he could make a donation. Grumbling to himself now, he lifted the shelf a bit, trying to get it to click back into place. Then, to his horror, it fell again and added too much pressure on the shelf below it. The books came toppling down and Nixon just stood there. "This is really the best day ever. Bloody brilliant."

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943, ASHTON, no outfit, IT SUCKS, I'M SO SORRY
MISSING by EVANESCENCE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[ashton]

my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Yes, she wanted to do well in school, but she hated writing. It was like someone wanted to shove push pins in her eyes and torture her to do well. There was so much the internet had to offer, and Ashton couldn’t help but get distracted. Honestly, there were worse things she could be doing then lounging in the hidden cove of the library and attempting school work. Perhaps it was because she was forced to pay for her to get through school and there was no one that could help her. It was always her, and her parents never wanted to attempt to help her. The two jobs she had were helping, and so was the financial aid she had been given, but the last thing Ashton wanted was for all the money to be taken away. It seemed petty, to want money so badly, but that’s what happened when one was poor. All Ashton could think about sometimes was how better life would be if she had millions of dollars…sure, she would always been in the public eye, but money was money. It would help her in the long run. Her eyes wandered to the pile of books next to her and she drifted them to the ground. Those damn books were taunting her, making fun of her for not even bothering to open them. She had grabbed them for something to browse through if she had questions, but she could feel the regret pouring out of the pages. Ashton knew this was the best time to write the damn essay, but she couldn’t. The words weren’t coming to her, not that they normally did, and that was a problem. Usually she would have a friend or two that would help her with the writing, but everyone had their own lives and own hangovers. Her mind flinched at the idea of a hangover before tossing it aside. She heard footsteps echo through the floor, and she slowly began pressing the buttons. Hopefully the stranger would not be a problem, and if he was, then so help her he would have a foot up his ass until Tuesday. Ashton grinned at the thought before punching a couple of more buttons on the keyboard. Suddenly, instead of footsteps, she hear a creak before the deafening sound of a shelf falling. Ashton jumped up out of shock, before her eyes fell on the blond man that seemed to be displeased by his predicament. The blond girl’s mouth was open and she saw books of all types on the ground, some open and some closed. Standing up, she made her way to the poor man. His accent was thick and she could picture London, as cliché as it was. The man did not look familiar, which was normal, considering it was a public library. ”Looks like you have a problem,” she offered, giving him a smile as she made her way closer. Once Ashton was standing next to him, she noticed the bruises that were forming on his face and she bit the inside of her cheek. Obviously those weren’t caused from the shelf, but she refused to ask. It was his personal life. Grabbing one of the shelves, she tried clicking it into place before her shelf went tumbling onto the last shelf, collapsing yet another row of books. The sound echoed through the area, and Ashton’s mouth was hanging open. A third shelf was broken, and she was surprised that all of this was happening at once. ”Seriously? Out of all the money this library, they couldn’t get decent shelves?” she mumbled before turning to face the man again. ”Looks like the library just hates us at this point.”

tagged: nixon | outfit: as seen above | notes: none

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.