



Direction::Infection wrote:A S H T Y N :: W O O D E SWhere: just wandering around Who: nobody Crush: nobody Boyfriend: nah... Mood: bubbly & curious, but nervous Outfit: thisOkay, for one, Ashtyn had been dying all day to geto u of that house. She had been stuck in her new home the past three days setting up her room. No matter how much she wanted to get out, it was always, No! Go put some stuff up! or We're quite busy! No time for that! No Mara, in other words, it was that she didn't want to do all the work herself. Her version of work/ Be on conference calls all day while little Ashtyn sets up most of the house. Unpacking and stuff. So, finally, her British mum finally let her out for a night. Only to go back to work the next day most likely. But, trust me, she wasn't gonna protest. So, Ashtyn had gone out for a little night time stroll. A wad of cash in her back pocket, and her iPhone keeping it company. A soft song slipped from her lips, as she meandered down the sidewalk. No cars, just the show of some street dancers, and people with guitars or singing with a hat before them. That was a good idea.... But, Ashtyn wouldn't stoop that low. It was called get a job.
So, the Irish blond haired girl fiddled with the end of her floral strapless top, and softly sang, little mist of water leaving tiny droplets of water on her face. Like crystals on her soft skin. The song? Oh, nobody would know it, it was something she had written herself. And her voice was soft, not very loud. Just people within a four foot radius would most likely hear her. Which wasn't bad, since she was an excellent singer, no matter how much she denies it. Ashtyn ran her hand through her long beachy waves with a smile, her vibrant blue eyes as stunning as usual and watching around her. It was sort of eerie... the way there were barely any people, or cars. And she seemed to get the chills every time she peeked down a thin alleyway. But, only the creepy stuff happens in movies right? And the way the girl would get lost?
Nope.
Within a good fifteen minutes, Ashtyn nibbled her lower lip nervously, unsure of where she was at Just fantastic. This is what she gets for looking around, and not paying attention where she was going. Especially when she just moved here. Mara ha said something about moving from Bradford here because... well, she wouldn't tell her. It was only something about her owing somebody money? Couldn't be that bad, right? First she had to move from Wicklow, Ireland, to Bradford, England. Then move here? Within the past two years, she hasn't lived in one place for very long. Even better. On the bright side of everything, the raid had stopped, but it was muggy outside. Bad news? She was still lost. And it was getting creepier and creepier. She swore she could hear voices... and the scuffle of mice. It could be her imagination, right? And immediately, Ashtyn knew she wasn't in the most friendly part of town. If only, considering Ashtyn was a pretty social and friendly girl.


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