Ice-Cream!Jeremy held Tris' legs tightly so he didn't kick about with excitement like usual as they walked down the street, he wanted to hold Ashton's hand but couldn't so just keep glancing at her and letting her know he wanted to damn it.Ice-Cream! by Jeremy-Fairfield-RP
He let her get the door to the shop and he knelt down once standing to the side and put Tristan down. "Now stay calm lil guy, okay?"
He took his hand and queued before arriving at the front and looked at the huge menu. He smiled and turned to Ash.
"What do you want?"
All Hell Breaks Loose((I'm sure most of you guys know, but Gen and Ash are both my characters, so I'm going to be replying to this only on Gen's account to make things easier. This is probably going to be a bit complicated, seeing as there are going to be quite a few characters here, but I couldn't really think of any other way to do this. Sorry. DX))All Hell Breaks Loose by GenevieveLestrade-RP
Ash was in a panic. She couldn't find Tristan. She'd been searching everywhere, calling out for him, but he was nowhere to be found at the little playground or the park surrounding it.
"Tristan!" she shouted once more. "Tristan, where are you?!"
She was about to break down when a woman's voice startled her.
"Ma'am," Genevieve said gently, not wanting to spook the poor woman. "Can I help you?"
Ash tried to keep her composure. "My son- godson- I can't find him anywhere. I was taking his jacket out of his bag, and when I looked up, he'd disappeared…"
The blonde pushed back thoughts of finding his little body bloodied and mutilated with some message of rev
Another Year Older.Greg flexed his shoulders and sat back in his chair. It was his birthday yet again, and the very idea of being another year older made him feel tired. There were a few cards from the others in his team- Sally, Anderson, Dimmock and the ladies at the reception downstairs. A Tesco's chocolate cake had materialised at lunch which had been shared out quickly and devoured within minutes. There was still a slice on Greg's desk that he intended to take home for later, but it was tempting for him to eat it now while he had a rare moment of calm.Another Year Older. by Greg-Lestrade-RP
Working on my birthday. Better than sat at home doing nothing, I guess.
Emma had rung him yesterday, saying she'd drop Ben and Maisie over in the evening to see him. That at least gave him something to look forward to as the hours dragged on.
Greg's moment of calm didn't last. Just as he felt himself dozing off, there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in." he mumbled drowsily, straightening himself up in his chair as the door swung open.
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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