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[ashton reinhart]

[atrb=style,width: 120px; height: 300px; background-color: #7BE0CB; border-radius: 60 0 0 0; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/p5DhR.png); margin: 10 5 5 10; border-radius: 50; box-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #363636;][/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 22px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #fff; padding: 10px; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 18px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #363636; text-align: left;]{ ...just sing me a sad song to make me feel better sing me a happy song and i might start to cry... }[/style]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 300px; height: 150px; background-color: #fff; border-radius: 0 0 60 0;][classy=scroll][STYLE=height: 200px; width: 270px; margin: 10; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; background-color: #fff; valign: top;]Drinking never sounds like a bad idea when you’re sober. While you’re still lucid and intelligent, the consumption of that stinging vice seems like a wonderful way to alleviate the burden of time and reality woes. That is, until you’re so drunk you can’t sit up straight and are trading body shots with someone, which you regret later if you’re a girl, and end up someplace other than where the part began. That’s when you might start second guessing yourself. Ashton couldn’t even remember why she was outside, freezing her ass off at quarter past one, with a stamp for the club she vaguely remembered leaving and another stamp for the aquarium… The return to consciousness in the dark lane between buildings wasn’t really the issue; she was used to that, just why the hell had she been at the aquarium? And who in their right mind would have let her in? And why were there no police sirens because if she’d been drunk enough to forget the past two and a half hours then she must’ve blown something up, right? Snarling grumpily the teen’s alcohol fogged mind slowly began to take inventory despite the fact that she was still unable to get over the blue dolphin stamp on the back of her hand. Her clothes were still one – something that she was immensely grateful for – a sign that she couldn’t have gotten too wild while inebriated. However, just because she was still in her garments didn’t imply that they hadn’t suffered from the night’s activities. It had either rained very hard recently or she had wanted to pet the nurse sharks – in the aquarium she didn’t remember going to – and had fallen into their tank. Those were the only two scenarios that would’ve resulted in her being soaked from head-to-toe. Well… the only two that seemed reasonable anyways. Her eyes hadn’t yet decided whether or not they wanted to focus on anything, swaying and blurring the scenery into one ugly painting of color that she wasn’t sure she wanted to comprehend. What had happened to her? She never got this drunk before – or rather had never allowed herself to indulge that to this point. She might have a skewed moral compass and lacked the best judgment, but Ashtion Cassidy Reinhart was not a drunkard. She didn’t even like to drink! It just looks suspicious to go to a 21+ club and not toss a few back. Woozily she shuffled against the ground, nose wrinkling as her senses gradually came online and were immediately offended by the stench of rotten food and moisture that would undoubtedly follow him home. Oh fuck, home. Some part of her felt the familiar pang of guilt that came with knowing somebody at home was missing her. However, it that feeling was quickly followed by another that came with a biting reminder that said person who would be missing her didn’t have the capacity to do so at the moment. Being in a coma does that. With her marginally impaired motor skills Ashton somehow managed to reach around behind her – she’d stopped trying to sit upright because between the dizziness and the nausea she didn’t think it would be possible without emptying the contents of her stomach during the process. The pads of her fingers traced along the rim of her waterlogged jeans and splayed across her back pockets only to come up empty. ‘Figures the assholes jacked my phone,’ though she would have been more surprised had they not but it didn’t lessen the annoyance she felt for being stranded across town with no way to contact her people. Though, if she was this smashed then she doubted her friends would even be conscious. [/style][/classy][STYLE=width: 270px; height: 50px; margin: 5 5 -10 10; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #7BE0CB; border-radius: 0 0 50 0; font-size: 8.5px; font-type: georgia; color: #000;]TAG! open WORDS! 620 NOTES! nothing nothing[/style]

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[Shannon Bridgeston]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 380px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 20px; border: 1px dotted FDA500][style=color: FDA500; font-size: 21px; font-family: impact; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 130px; margin-top: 15px]There ain't no right[/style][style=width: 380px; height: 5px; background-color: FDA500][/style][style=color: FDA500; font-size: 25px; font-family: impact; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 130px]There ain't no wrong[/style][style=float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0lfUL.jpg?7912); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: solid 5px #FDA500; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px][/style][style=width: 294px; padding: 10 0 20 15; border-left: 20px double #FDA500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-align: justify; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: -50px] Sleep. Sleep was good. It took you to another world, a better world for the most part, and made everything better. You could have all the ups of real life, and more, without any of it's many many downsides. It was just fantastic, and Shannon loved every moment that he could spend with his eyes closed and his head in that wonderful other world. The world which he controlled, the world with no bugs or attachment, the perfect world which he would happily live forever in if he had the choice. But he didn't. He hated leaving that world. Unfortunately for Shannon, however, he was just about to leave it and wake up in the horrible grasp of reality. A place full of idiocy and dissapointment. Shannon opened his eyes to find himself staring at a wall in almost complete darkness. Obviously he wasn't at home- not that this surprised Shannon, he often slept elsewhere if he ever got tired. He had a knack for being able to fall asleep anywhere if he so wanted no matter how cold or hard it was, it was his one great gift that he could appriciate. Shannon looked down at his feet to see a hole and began to shuffle out of it slowly, pushing against the sides until he was out of it fully. He sniffed the air to smell fish. Ah, he was at the Aquarium. It all made sense now, he thought he recognized that dark space. It wasn't the first time Shannon had made that little hole his home, he had found it some time ago and used it multiple times if he had ever felt like a rest. Though, judging by the fact there was no one staring at him awkwardly, he guessed that he had overslept. By a lot. He groaned. Shannon stood up and began to try to find his way out of the Aquarium, barely awake. Granted Shannon was never really awake, not if he could help it, but normally he'd be alert compared to the state he was in. The fact his muscles ached from being stuck in that hole didn't help- stupid human body limitations. He wasn't sure which way he was going if he was being totally honest but forward seemed just a good direction as any, he figured he'd eventually come across an exit. That or a girl lying on the floor completely drenched with the stench of rotting fish about. Wait what? Shannon paused mid-step before moving back to look at the girl on the floor, not entirely sure what to think. Obviously someone else had been dumb enough to find themselves in the Aquarium at night, which was something with rather low chance of happening. Only they seemed, and smelled, to be in much worse condition then the teenage boy. Should he do something? I mean it wasn't his problem if she ended up sick or worse by staying here, or if she was caught and charged in some manner with some offence. It wasn't his problem. Which was why he cursed himself as he found himself moving slowly towards her, his feet as light as he could make them. She seemed to be conscious, Shannon saw her moving her hand, which certainly would make things easier. "Hello there..." Shannon said in a low, unappropriately calm tone considering the situation. In all honesty he didn't know what else to say. Who really would? This wasn't the kind of thing Shannon made a habit of doing- not so much the fact he had woken up in an odd place, but more that someone else also being in said place. He supposed it had to happen eventually. He stopped walking when he felt he was close enough, not too close or too far. Not so much because he was afraid or didn't want to startle the female so much as he didn't think he could bare the smell if it was much stronger. He already felt like he wanted to puke. "Do you uh... Need any help there?"[/style][style=width: 294px; padding: 00 0 20 15; border-left: 20px double #FDA500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-align: justify; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: -50px; margin-top: -2px]music: xxx words: 677 notes: xxx[/style][/style]

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[ashton reinhart]

[atrb=style,width: 120px; height: 300px; background-color: #7BE0CB; border-radius: 60 0 0 0; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/p5DhR.png); margin: 10 5 5 10; border-radius: 50; box-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #363636;][/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 22px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #fff; padding: 10px; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 18px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #363636; text-align: left;]{ ...just sing me a sad song to make me feel better sing me a happy song and i might start to cry... }[/style]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 300px; height: 150px; background-color: #fff; border-radius: 0 0 60 0;][classy=scroll][STYLE=height: 200px; width: 270px; margin: 10; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; background-color: #fff; valign: top;]Alcohol was such a wonderful thing. Along with the comforting burn as it went down there was the desensitization that came once you’d had enough. Being well past that point, Ashton didn’t so much as twitch at the muffled footsteps heading her way or even register the brush against her peripheral. It wasn’t until a shadow blocked what little light there was to see by and a voice she didn’t recognize, asking about her well being. Ashton snorted, instantly regretting the action as the exhaled pressure pinched her brain in reprimand. Of course she wasn’t alright, she was laying in an alley that had been the home of god knows how many rodents, soaked through, smelled like a San Francisco fish market and had apparently been robbed. Yeah help might be nice. With a mental groan she adjusted herself, lying sideways in the presence of some guy she didn’t know wasn’t exactly the greatest viewpoint; with a little effort Ashtion was lying spread eagle on her back and frowned intensely as her eyes were drawn to a mop of objectionably bright blonde hair. His face swam in and out of focus but she was certain she didn’t know him. “Do I look like I need help?” she muttered rhetorically, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes in the hopes of giving them a bit of reprieve from the obnoxiously yellow-head of hair. Her memory scuttled around, bits and pieces with faces and vague sounds that she couldn’t place. Had she been drugged? No, impossible. Girl rule 101: Never accept drinks from guys you don’t know. Scowling harshly she managed to give her head some leverage without making herself sick, “The hell am I?” It was the foremost question she wanted answered; she needed to figure out how long of a walk she was going to need make before she got to a place she could assure her safety. Taking a steadying breath she braced her arm against the wall behind her, using the other to push off the ground and slide her back against the brick until she was sitting mostly upright. Her hood flopped wetly and her bangs clung to her face made the discomfort of the cold intensify. “Got a phone?” the words had left her before she could take in the full appearance of the boy. His clothes were rumpled, in a similar state to her own – sans water damage. That too bright hair of his was a little disheveled and flattened on one side, indicating that he’d either just woken up or didn’t bother to run a comb through it. He didn’t exactly scream bum bit it was implied. [/style][/classy][STYLE=width: 270px; height: 50px; margin: 5 5 -10 10; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #7BE0CB; border-radius: 0 0 50 0; font-size: 8.5px; font-type: georgia; color: #000;]TAG! open WORDS! 450 NOTES! nothing nothing[/style]

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[Shannon Bridgeston]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 380px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 20px; border: 1px dotted FDA500][style=color: FDA500; font-size: 21px; font-family: impact; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 130px; margin-top: 15px]There ain't no right[/style][style=width: 380px; height: 5px; background-color: FDA500][/style][style=color: FDA500; font-size: 25px; font-family: impact; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 130px]There ain't no wrong[/style][style=float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0lfUL.jpg?7912); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: solid 5px #FDA500; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px][/style][style=width: 294px; padding: 10 0 20 15; border-left: 20px double #FDA500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-align: justify; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: -50px] So the girl was clearly fine, she could likely be able to handle herself at this point. Get herself home, get herself sorted out in whatever way she wanted, and do whatever. So he could leave, right? He'd been nice enough to go up and check on her, he'd done at least something, that gave him the right to leave yeah? At least Shannon wished he could walk away, because clearly she wasn't completely alright and whatnot and despite the fact the teen tried his best not to care about such things he was only Human. Unfortunately, as he would say. Being Human had too many drawbacks for his liking, life would be so much easier if he was a Cat or something. A domestic Cat. Then he could sleep all day, eat and then go back to sleep for the night. Maybe go outside a little bit if he felt like it, but no he was stuck as a Human. Oh wait the girl asked him something. Phone? Oh, right, did he have a phone... Shannon searched through his pockets, checking to see if he had that device of his on him, only to find it wasn't there. Knowing him he probably left it at home, it wasn't really all that much of a use to him seen as he didn't have any friends and could really do without his parents nagging at him. He got enough of that at home really, in his opinion at least. Always about putting effort in, and not sleeping so much, and blah blah blah stuff Shannon really didn't care about. But he was going of on a tangent, back to the business at hand. "No... I don't." He muttered as he stared at the girl, in an almost creepy kind of way. It was more to do with the fact he really had nothing else to look at other then the girl, though the fact he wasn't really that great with people in general didn't help him. Shannon really didn't know what to say at this point. He was really only used to talking to people in a rather impolite, rude and downright asshole-ish way which even he knew would be wholly inappropriate in this situation, more then usual that is. Though maybe he should speak like that, it'd at least make him feel a hell of a lot calmer. He'd probably be even able to think easier too, everyone found things easier when they were doing something familiar. So that was his decision then. "You just going to stand there forever?" He said in a haughty manner, almost looking down at the girl. "I haven't got my phone, and judging by the fact that you asked that question I'm going to assume that means you haven't got your own correct? Clearly, then, the best course of action is for us to leave this place and find our own ways home." Shannon looked back. "Neither of us are accomplishing anything by standing around, and given the... Odor I really think it would be a healthy idea for you to shower as soon as possible." Contrary to how he came off Shannon wasn't arrogant, not at all. He'd be the first to admit his own mistakes, at least to himself, and even blame himself for things that weren't his fault. It was just easier for him to act like he was.[/style][style=width: 294px; padding: 00 0 20 15; border-left: 20px double #FDA500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-align: justify; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: -50px; margin-top: -2px]music: xxx words: 568 notes: xxx[/style][/style]

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[ashton reinhart]

[atrb=style,width: 120px; height: 300px; background-color: #7BE0CB; border-radius: 60 0 0 0; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/p5DhR.png); margin: 10 5 5 10; border-radius: 50; box-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #363636;][/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 22px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #fff; padding: 10px; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 18px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #363636; text-align: left;]{ ...just sing me a sad song to make me feel better sing me a happy song and i might start to cry... }[/style]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 300px; height: 150px; background-color: #fff; border-radius: 0 0 60 0;][classy=scroll][STYLE=height: 200px; width: 270px; margin: 10; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; background-color: #fff; valign: top;]Okaaay… Ashton quirked a brow at the blue-eyed bystander, expression concealed due to the drooping of her hood but her bemusement was not so easy to hide. Her eyes followed the movements of his hands in their systematic search for the requested electronic device, to which he didn’t have or otherwise own. Figured as much but still she’d been holding out a flicker of hope that she might get lucky. God just seemed to have something against her catching a break and made it his personal pastime to screw with her day in whatever way possible. Honestly, if she ever made it to the pearly gates to meet the big man himself her first order of business would be to sock him in the mouth for being a jackass. Sighing with apparent displeasure it took her brain a moment to realize the kid had spoken, seconds more to come to terms with the less than cordial connotation. Where the hell had the Good Samaritan act gone? The sudden 180 of the boy’s demeanor startled her. Ashton had the grace to blush as he mentioned the rank smell that she would have liked to ignore. Hygiene was an unchangeable necessity for her and this was very embarrassing. She was thoroughly accustomed to being talked down to, playfully harassed and blatantly disrespected, but that was a hazard of running with the West Side Bones, not with characters like Prince Sunshine over here. She didn’t even like it when her friends up and copped an attitude with her so by all rights her reaction was thoroughly justified. Ashton took shit from no one. Acting on her fury her leg snapped out, lashing at the boy’s ankles, and vindictively taking them out from beneath him. The movement was quick and didn’t upset her poor physical condition enough that she couldn’t bask in the glow of her petty revenge. Her smiling sneer flashed from beneath the shadow of her hood, “Maybe not forever but it’s not like moving right this second is going to change yours or my fate much, why don’t you sit down, get to know me.” snarling with as much venom as possible as she fought down a spiteful giggle. “Its pretty late and since there aren’t any cop cars prowling the streets looking for ya, your parent’s can’t be too worried. What’s your name Brit?” Her smile turned mocking. “Or are you just gonna lie there?” [/style][/classy][STYLE=width: 270px; height: 50px; margin: 5 5 -10 10; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #7BE0CB; border-radius: 0 0 50 0; font-size: 8.5px; font-type: georgia; color: #000;]TAG! shannon WORDS! 450 NOTES! nothing nothing[/style]

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[Shannon Bridgeston]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 380px; background-color: 000000; border-radius: 20px; border: 1px dotted FDA500][style=color: FDA500; font-size: 21px; font-family: impact; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 130px; margin-top: 15px]There ain't no right[/style][style=width: 380px; height: 5px; background-color: FDA500][/style][style=color: FDA500; font-size: 25px; font-family: impact; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 130px]There ain't no wrong[/style][style=float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0lfUL.jpg?7912); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: solid 5px #FDA500; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px][/style][style=width: 294px; padding: 10 0 20 15; border-left: 20px double #FDA500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-align: justify; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: -50px] As Shannon fell to the ground, his legs taken out from beneath him, his mind went through certain thought processes. He could do something to lessen the impact on the ground, he could make things easier on himself (if only slightly), hell if he really tried he could avoid hitting the ground all together with some quick movements. He could get straight back up and in retaliation smack the girl across the face, or otherwise try to harm her, for doing what she had done. But in the end he didn't bother, he just let himself fall to the ground without trying to stop it. Because, really, what was the point? He couldn't be bothered, he'd just let things go how they were. It'd waste less energy, or it would just be a pain to act. So he just hit the floor, landing on his back and looking at the sky. The girl was talking, responding to his behaviour towards her. He couldn't blame her really, he supposed he understood why she had done what she had done. Granted there were better things to do, but this girl probably either wasn't used to be talked to like he had or was in such a mood where she didn't want people doing that. Or both. She could be in the middle of a hangover, or something else that Shannon neither cared about or concerned him at all. "Typical Yank response, using violence to prove yourself..." He muttered apathetically, not caring if she'd just do the same again. Chances are she wouldn't though unless she was completely stupid, it would only prove the point. Not that Shannon really cared about whether said point was correct or not, it just seemed like something to say. He moved his stare from upwards to actually look at Ashton for the moment though he found it to put strain on his neck and moved back to looking lazily upward. 'Fate'. That word hit Shannon with a pang of disgust, like a needle sticking into his skin... He hated that word. Fate. Such bullshit. There was no such thing, anyone who thought there is or was would be merely fooling themselves. It had been fed to people years ago to control them, just like Religion. It had those connotations, the two were linked. That was part of the reason Shannon hated the word, just as he had a great dislike for Religion. He supposed this girl was likely Religious given the country that they were in. Shannon dislike the place, he wished he could go back home. He would never be happy here. "My parents? My not being at that house is nothing new to them, which is likely the reason why they haven't called the police." Shannon deducted, if you could really call it that, on the spot. He hadn't thought much about it before but it seemed like the most reasonable reason why. "My name is Shannon." He stated. Given what he had seen of the girl so far he expected her to laugh at his unusually feminine name. Shannon had gotten used to people taking the piss out of it, it was something often done in jest back home. "I may just lie here, after all what's the point in getting back up? What's it to you? Do you consider yourself my friend now, or some stupid shit like that?" Shannon groaned as he put his hands in his pockets, still lying down as he was. "I'm not looking for friends, or anything like that. I'm quite happy in my solitude, why don't you people let me be? You think that just because I talked to you once that means I actually give a damn. Pro tip: I don't." Shannon's words weren't just meant for Ashton so much as they were meant for anyone who ever bothered like that. Shannon didn't want friendship, nor any relationship to anyone. He was fed up with people trying to befriend him.[/style][style=width: 294px; padding: 00 0 20 15; border-left: 20px double #FDA500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-align: justify; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: -50px; margin-top: -2px]music: xxx words: 664 notes: xxx[/style][/style]

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