Enter Something Interesting((So sorry guys. I don't have an excuse this time... other than... I got Assassin's Creed 3... and if you get mad I'm gonna go all HIDDEN BLADE ON YO ASS!! F*** YEAH FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!! Ahem... Sorry again guys... I love you...))Enter Something Interesting by Irene-Addler-RP
Conversation had hit a dead between the two women at the bar. Luckily, Ashton had food to distract her so Irene didn't have to feel bad about not trying to strike one up. She sipped her own drink slowly, as if trying hard to make it last. The bar was noisy yet nothing much was going on. As Irene had said before, despite the rambunctiousness of the clientele, everyone kept themselves to themselves and, ever since this club had been opened, it had not seen one dispute or fight or has ever had to kick someone out.
If it hadn't have been for the fact that Irene had been staring at the door she wouldn't have noticed anyone come in.
((Take it away, Jeremy!))
This is HalloweenIt was another day, like any other he felt...This is Halloween by Shercat-Holmes-RP
But something was off, and he knew he had to dealt
With ghouls and goblins and people of all sorts
This was obviously not the best of his sports.
Though Hallow's Eve came, and all through (what was to come) the night
The little cat felt tame, for he had no fright.
People would think him a cute little boy
Who dressed up like a detective, nothing much to toy.
As the day hides away and the night comes to play,
It's time for this kitty to get underway.
Halloween, thought the little boy as he walked down the streets, looking around to see people in costumes that were gory beyond belief along with costumes that were so feminine it was hard to believe. SherCAT had nothing much to do but to look around, wondering what 'companions' he had made thus far was doing on a day such as this. He decided it was the best time to stay alert; for no one knows what could happen in this time of the year, and how things play out might be much more different
A DeliveryIt had been a week or so since Irene's last encounter with Miss Hadley. A very uneventful week, she might add.A Delivery by Irene-Addler-RP
Nothing new nor interesting had happened and Irene had found herself just lounging around the house. As boring as she found it, however, she still wasn't quite ready to get back into the swing of things after what she'd been through. She'd been to a few clubs, met a few people, but she was yet bring any of them home, or go home with them.
Either way, something would have to happen soon lest she go insane with boredom.
As Irene took a sip of her wine there was a, rather weak, knock at the door.
"Could somebody get that!" she called.
A member of her staff hurried to the front door and Irene listened as he opened it. She recognised the voice of the visitor almost instantly and smiled.
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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