InterruptionsMolly reached out one gloved hand to turn the cadaver's face away from her. There, now she could see the damage more clearly. Significant bruising on one side of the neck, torn sternocleidomastoid. She looked again, then scribbled some notes on the form. Bloody paperwork. It seemed like she was buried in mountains of the stuff; just when one thing was almost finished, another would pop up. At least this one was fairly straightforward- as straightforward as a homicide victim's autopsy can be.Interruptions by Molly-Hooper-RP
Jonathan had called in sick and Karen was on maternity leave, so she and Andrew were left with twice as much to do today. She tried to look at the bright side- overtime pay. Heaven knew she needed it- yesterday she'd received a notice that her rent was going up. Almost too far up.
Focus. Molly moved down, turned the stiff arms to see if they'd gotten any injuries. A few scratches and bruising on the left, just bruising on the right. She had just pressed the ballpoint pen's tip to the
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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