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Post by ashton on Sept 4, 2012 11:31:24 GMT -5
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"Marty, I've gotta go! Some of us have lives!" Ashton laughed as she finished cleaning up her last table. Marty always seemed to try and coherce her into closing, even if she had been there since the wee hours of the morning. Most days, she wouldn't mind, accepting the extra cash with gratitude, but today was different. For once, she had gotten a call back about a fun internship. While photography was nowhere near her ideal job in the future, it would be a nice distraction from the notion that her mother still hated her and she was on scholarship to a prestigious school. Most of Ashton's friends made fun of her, while they went out and partied their livers away, but she needed this school. Without it, she was nothing and she needed to be something. Considering her parents and little sister couldn't stand to be near her anymore, her college education was all she had left. "Don't party too hard!" |
[/i] Marty called before giving a wheezy chuckle. He knew that she never went out, and Ashton was constantly badgered by him and him telling her to be twenty, not forty. Ashton mumbled something under her breath, and she opened the door, the feeling of the fall breeze making her smile. It was nice, now that the weather was actually bareable. The whole summer she had been begging Marty to get air conditioning, but he ignored her. Now that there was a breeze, she would at least be a little cool while busing tables. A couple of leaves from the trees drifted down to the cobblestone walkways, and she placed her sunglasses over her eyes. As she walked, she pulled her semi-sweaty hair into a pony tail, before removing her apron and sticking it in her purse. When she got a little closer to the studio, she'd strip her black pants off and throw a pair of jeans on instead. Her friends laughed that she was so used to stripping on the street and how she should have her own street corner, but Ashton would shake her head. It wasn't like she was giving everyone a peep show of her who-ha. Stiffing a yawn, Ashton saw the building a couple of blocks ahead. Slipping into an ally, she stripped her flower stained pants and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and took out her boots and replaced them with her sneakers. Her purse was like the Mary Poppins bag she would watch in the classic disney movie. Ashton made her way towards the door before ringing the doorbell, not quiet sure what this stranger would be like. Perhaps handsome, fat, charming, foolish...she had no idea. All she knew was that someone had recommended her for this internship, when she didn't know anything about cameras or developing film or being a model. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too bad... [/div][/td][/tr][/table] SLEEPING WITH SIRENS [/style] [/center] |
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Post by deacon on Sept 7, 2012 10:46:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,495,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/dxdyme.png] [style=text-align: center; font-family: times; font-size: 33px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: #ED8661; line-height: 80%; letter-spacing: -3px;]puzzle pieces SHOVING FILE FOLDERS INTO THE DESK DRAWERS WITHIN THE DESK IN THE LOBBY, DEACON SIGHED HEAVILY TO HIMSELF. WORK WAS GETTING TOO MUCH TO DO ENTIRELY BY HIMSELF. THAT WAS WHY HE'D AGREED TO ALLOW SOME LOCAL CONTACTS HOOK HIM UP WITH AN INTERN. HE HATED HIRING PEOPLE HE DIDN'T KNOW, AND HE TRUSTED INTERNS EVEN LESS THAN PEOPLE HE DIDN'T KNOW, BUT HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING. OTHER THAN ELI, HE REALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE AROUND TOWN YET, AND SHE WASN'T EXACTLY THE FILING, SECRETARIAL TYPE. HE SMILED AT THE THOUGHT OF SCARRED, BATTLE-HARDENED ELI BYRNE SITTING AT THE RECEPTION DESK IN THE FRONT LOBBY OF HIS STUDIO GREETING CUSTOMERS AS THEY CAME IN. SHE'D PROBABLY KNIFE THEM OR SOMETHING IF THEY PISSED HER OFF. IT WAS FUNNY, BUT IT WAS FRIGHTENING AT THE SAME TIME.
LEANING ON THE DESK, HE DUG INTO HIS JEANS AND WITHDREW A JOINT. HE DIDN'T SMOKE OFTEN, AND THANKFULLY MARIJUANA WASN'T ADDICTIVE, BUT SOMETIMES HE JUST NEEDED TO RELAX. HE WAS, ULTIMATELY, A CREATIVE, ARTISTIC PERSON AND HE DESPISED STRESS. IT MADE HIM CLUMSY AND AWKWARD AND MADE HIS HEAD HURT. IT WAS TIMES LIKE THIS WHEN HE JUST NEEDED A GOOD DRAG OF SOME WEED. STEPPING OUTSIDE THE STUDIO, HE ROUNDED THE CORNER AND STOOD JUST WITHIN A NEARBY ALLEYWAY SO HE COULD STILL BE WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE OF THE GALLERY, BUT NO ONE COULD SEE HIM AND ASSOCIATE HIM WITH IT. HE DID HAVE HIS MORALS AFTER ALL.
AS HE STOOD IN PEACEFUL SILENCE, SMOKING HIS JOINT, HE WAS SUDDENLY INTERRUPTED BY THE APPEARANCE OF A YOUNG BLOND WHO APPARENTLY HAD NO PROBLEM STRIPPING DOWN AND REDRESSING IN PUBLIC. SHE OBVIOUSLY HADN'T SEEN HIM, THANKS TO THE SHADOWS OF THE ALLEYWAY, AND HE CHUCKLED AMUSEDLY. REALIZING SHE PROBABLY HEARD THE SOUND, HE DROPPED THE JOINT TO THE GROUND AND SNUFFED IT OUT. LEANING AGAINST THE WALL WITH HIS ARMS CROSSED OVER HIS MUSCULAR CHEST, HE SMILED WITH ENTERTAINMENT.
"UNDRESSING IN PUBLIC SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA TO YOU?" HE ASKED, WITH A PLEASANT SMILE ON HIS FACE. SHE FINISHED CHANGING AND DEPARTED THE ALLEYWAY, LEAVING HIM ALONE FOR A MOMENT. MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE MUSING OVER THE FACT THAT SOMEONE HAD JUST STRIPPED IN FRONT OF THEM, BUT DEACON WAS NOT MOST PEOPLE. OF COURSE, HE WAS ENTERTAINED BY THE FACT THAT AN ATTRACTIVE GIRL HAD JUST STRIPPED IN HIS ALLEYWAY, BUT HE WAS MORE ATTUNED TO THE PERFECT CURVATURE OF HER HIPS AND THE BOUNCING BLOND TRESSES THAT SURROUNDED HER ROUND FACE. HE POSSESSED THE UNFORTUNATE HABIT OF ASSESSING FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS AS GRAND, MOVING WORKS OF ART, AND SOMETIMES HE FORGOT TO SEE THEM AS ACTUAL PEOPLE. NOT THAT HE WAS A CALLOUS ASSHOLE, BECAUSE HE WAS ANYTHING BUT, HE JUST WASN'T CONCERNED WITH MODERN BELIEFS IN TONING DOWN ONE'S SEXUALITY OR HIDING WHAT A PERSON REALLY WAS. THE EXPRESSION OF ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL WAS CENTER TO HIS SOUL, AND HE APPRECIATED THE BEAUTY OF NATURE: PEOPLE INCLUDED.
DECIDING HE'D LINGERED LONG ENOUGH IN THE ALLEY WITH HIS TOKE OUTED, HE SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS AND ENTERED THE GALLERY THROUGH THE BACK DOOR WHICH LED INTO THE ALLEY. AS HE ENTERED, HE HEARD THE DOORBELL CHIME, AND HE ATTEMPTED HIS MOST PLEASANT SMILE AS HE SWIFTLY MOVED THROUGH THE HALLWAYS, HEADED TO ANSWER THE DOOR.
TO HIS SURPRISE, THE VERY GIRL WHO'D BEEN CHANGING IN THE ALLEY STOOD AT THE DOOR, SHIFTING HER WEIGHT AND WAITING FOR HIM TO ANSWER. HE TOOK A MOMENT TO STIFLE A CHUCKLE BEFORE OPENING THE DOOR, LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR FRAME AND SMILING DOWN AT HER. SHE WAS SIGNIFICANTLY SHORTER THAN HIM - THANKS TO HIS OVERLY GENEROUS HEIGHT - AND HER BLOND HAIR SHONE GOLD IN THE AFTERNOON SUNLIGHT.
"YOU HAVE THE MOST MARVELOUS BONE STRUCTURE," HE STATED BOLDLY, GENTLY REACHING OUT TO TOUCH HER CHIN, MOVING HER FACE TO ADMIRE HER SYMMETRICAL FEATURES. "IF YOU'RE HERE FOR THE INTERN POSITION, THEN YOU'RE HIRED."[/style] |
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Post by ashton on Sept 18, 2012 12:06:33 GMT -5
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Turning her head at the sound of the voice, she smiled at the handsome stranger. Honestly, everyone had a butt and it wasn’t like she had anything special hidden beneath her underwear. Quickly shuffling into jeans she opened her mouth to reply. ”It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen a girl in her underwear, I bet,” she teased from the distance before grabbing the rest of her clothing and shoving them into her purse. Ashton used to care what people thought of her, but after the whole family-kicking-her-out incident, well, she learned to just deal with people judging her. It wasn’t like she was going to change just because someone thought she was a goody-two-shoe or that she was sometimes a little wild. She never drank, never smoked, and had never really wanted to. Quickly looking over her shoulder, the blond glanced at the mysterious stranger, satisfied that he deemed her attractive. He was attractive, in a mysterious tortured artist way. Usually Ashton was attracted to the ‘All American’ boy, but this stranger was handsome. Any girl would’ve been able to notice that.
Honestly, Ashton never wanted a career in photography, but she needed a little extra money and credit. She was more of a ‘total control freak’ who wanted to become a lawyer for the sake of always having money and not because she liked arguing. The blond had hated growing up with nothing, and now that she was trying to become something, she wanted to make sure that she succeeded. Making her way to the door, she waited for her potential boss to open the door.
In her mind, he would be old and scary and ugly and all the things no college girl wanted to be around. But when he opened the door, she saw the very tortured artist that she had passed on her way there. Quickly, her cheeks flamed with a red color and her eyes dropped to the ground immediately. Well, now that he had seen her changing before even meeting her, it was time for her to jump off a cliff. Yes, that would be ok. He wouldn’t want a stripper helping him.
His hands breezed over her cheek and suddenly her cheeks flamed for a different reason. Ashton wasn’t stupid; he was attractive and touching her. It had been so long since a boy had flattered her, let alone stroke her cheek. A shiver went down her spine, but she managed to pretend that everything was good and that she wasn’t suffering from a loss of breath.
”Well, I’m glad I got the job. Hopefully I’ll be of some use, although I’ve never been a photographer.” Ashton said her voice stronger and clearer then her mind and body. ”I’m Ashton. Pleasure to meet you.” Her manners had kicked in and she shuffled into the gallery after him, her eyes taking in all the pictures and the structure of the building. ”Sorry about the stripping outside. I had another job before this and didn’t feel like walking in covered in flower.”
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