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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 10:03 pm
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Ashton looked, to put it politely, like a mess -- her hair was mussed, her makeup was completely gone (even lacking the normal layer of foundation), and her graphic tee was a size too big and looked like it'd probably come from a bizarrely oversized kid's section. Some kind of cartoony monkey. Over that was a jacket, also a size too big, that was horrible camo and didn't match at all -- it was mottled magenta and and army-green, and from the way the sleeves draped far past the end of her hands, there was no way she'd dressed like this by mistake.
After that nightmare, the fact she was in terribly beaten-up jeans and a pair of dirty sandals almost looked normal, honestly. Party on the top, business on the bottom. If your business involved mucking around in the mud in flip flops.
Whatever kind of business you had.
She had a half-crumpled empty bottle of some energy drink in one hand and looked like she hadn't slept in days -- it was no wonder she stumbled into Shun and dropped the bottle, spilling it all over the floor and knocking them both down in the process, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry --" her bare hands made contact with his skin, and very suddenly it was there in her head, emotions that weren't her own.
Blade Kuroda using ashton's riser power; she can read emotions via touch but cannot manipulate them, and there's no sign it's been used!
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 12:03 pm
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Ashton rubbed a sleeve across her face, trying to dry her eyes and failing; she was a sniffling mess. "I'm t-trying," she wailed very quietly, with the sort of absolute despair usually associated with your entire family dying in a horrible fire. "D-do you want my jacket -- or -- anything? I'm sorry, p-please don't arrest me, I didn't mean to -" she was perched on her knees, with hair falling in her face, and looked nothing short of pathetic. "I c-can buy you a new shirt, I don't mind, it's my fault..." She sniffled once again, loudly, and rubbed the sleeve to her eyes.
(Her tail was tucked tight to her leg, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible; given it was a legitimate tail, even half covered by the abomination that was her jacket, it was a poor attempt at most. )
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 5:26 pm
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Her tail flicked once, twice, and the tips of her furred ears perked upwards a little; Ashton took Shun's hand hesitantly (and winced again, biting her lip tight, reading Shun's irritation through skin). "S-sorry. It's just, um." She looked down, shame-faced; there was energy drink splattered on her stomach and her hands, but if there was any on her jeans they were already too dirty to tell. "I, um...I didn't -- want to bother anyone, a-and -- I know I keep s-saying it, but if there's anything I can do..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 5:52 pm
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"I-it's on my tail," Ashton flat out whined, the sound coming from somewhere awful in her throat like an animal -- it was, actually, there were bits of sticky liquid on her tail, and she self-consciously grabbed it and flattened it back down to her leg - and at that she seemed to finally realize just how much of a scene she was making and flushed a bright, ungainly pink that was visible even through the fur on her ears.
"Is. Um." She coughed, awkwardly, trying to look very small. "Can I, um. Treat you to lunch. Or something. S-sometime."
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 11:10 am
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"D-do you want to set something up, or," Ashton mumbled, "I, um, work at Mount Me, the taxidermy place...nine to five on weekends and m-morning shifts on Tuesdays and Thursdays...i-if you come by at the end of a shift, I promise I'll be ready!" She clenched her fists and furrowed her brows, discovering an unforeseen hint of determination (and her tail wagged a little bit, too, like she was some kind of dog and not part-wolverine at the moment). "Thank you for taking mercy o-on me, Officer Kuroda..."
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