Bronze WiringHmmm. An interesting morning it was. Louise had made her way to central London, to do a bit of photography. She had nothing, literally, nothing better to do. She had no business, and then second she walked back to her apartment, her land lord would be up on her ass, again. With a quick sigh, Louise took out her camera, and took a couple shots of 'Big Ben' in the cloudy back settings of London. They weren't very good, but she kept them anyway. Maybe she'd find something interesting hidden in the background, a plane... maybe.Bronze Wiring by Louise-Struye-RP
More time passed, everything was boring. Maybe moving to London wasn't the best idea. At least she'd have work in France. Her father always enjoyed having her help with his work. Her thoughts roamed around, drifting to the girl she had met earlier. She certainly was an odd one. Ashton, odd indeed. She smiled a bit. Maybe the two of them would become friends in the future, who could said. Louise made her way to the Jubilee gardens, and sat down, watching the London e
Dismal mornings and bloody riversOne fails to dispose true meaning.Dismal mornings and bloody rivers by Louise-Struye-RP
7:15am, dreary weather, rain and clouds. The usual. Louise rose from bed, purple fleece blanket dressing itself as a cape of the sorts. Louise was somewhat, but mostly not, a morning person. Since she moved to London, the sun barely ever woke her up, mainly just clouds. With a yawn and a sigh, she began her morning routine. Check the mail. 2 bills, both from her land lord, that son of a bitch. But, 2 letters, friendly letters. Quite the surprise. One was sent from Lithuania, odd. The other, Paris, she assumed from her brother or father.
Snatching the letter opener from the coffee table, Louise stumbled back to the couch, and sat down comfortably. She opened the letter, it was from Cyril. Surprising indeed. Why would her brother send her a letter all the way from France? They never got along, and barely knew each other for that matter. Louise opened the letter and began reading.
Hello big sister. Father said I was to write this in Engl
Her Nerves"My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad."Her Nerves by Ashton-Hadley-RP
--T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
No one quite knows how or when or where or even why the nightmares began. All they know is that they are bad. Very bad.
Her parents had always known she was different. She ate less, slept less, and cried much more than a child even that age ought to. During her first year of life, she'd sometimes scream for hours at a time at the top of her lungs, and her parents regarded it a miracle that no one had called Child Protective Services on them. She stopped taking naps at two years old. She was late in talking and walking, and the doctors had told them at one point in time that she would never be able to have a complete conversation in her life. All in all, not the best start to life.
But she eventually grew out of it and began catching up with the rest of her peers. Soon she was running and playing and colouring with the other children much like the rest of them, and everything seemed right as rain.
Occupation: Officially a translator by profession, is also working hard to become an author and artist. Will also be a baby-minder.
Appearance: 5’2”; long, slightly wavy hair that curls at the ends; borderline blonde/brunette; usually either has her hair down or in a herringbone braid; hazel eyes that are predominantly green (usually, though depends on what she’s wearing); slightly “Asian” eye shape; tanned; square, dark purple “nerd” glasses; wears "bohemian" style clothes, mostly hand-me-downs and thrift store finds.
Newly graduated from university, Ashton is working on publishing her written/illustrated works as well as finding clients for art commissions. Of yet no one of consequence has discovered her talents, leaving her a bit of a starving artist. She grew up in the States, though went abroad to Japan for school. Her mother is half Okinawan and half Spanish, and his dad is half Norwegian and half assorted Caucasian. Ash has no siblings and no first cousins that she grew up with, but she has a very large extended family all over the States and Okinawa, the latter which she visited when she studied abroad. She loves dabbling in whatever catches her interest and often incorporates that into her writing. Ashton especially loves getting into the psychology of her characters because she hopes that she can use that knowledge to try to understand people in the real world. Ash has great ambitions for her writing and art, but she doesn’t always know how to bring her visions to life (as in publish her works, etc.).
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