i'm only human

ashley york. twenty six. waitress. local living on harper's island.

[propertyofmeg]

rp meme | 10 of your own characters [1/10]

ashley york (harpersisland-rpg)

"i’ve always been the glue in my family. if things were falling apart, i fixed it. that was my job."

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rp meme | 9 friendships [1/9]

ashley york & tyler cross (harpersisland-rpg)

"if i sent you a half naked picture of myself, this would be a whole different story."

"yeah. if you did, then i’d never leave my room."

[propertyofmeg]

rp meme | 9 friendships [2/9]

ashley york & derek anderson (harpersisland-rpg)

"you’re my person, you know?"

"and you, ashley york, are my person too."

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rp meme | 2 heartbreaking moments [1/2]

ashley finds out who the killer is (harpersisland-rpg)

"i’m sorry, ashley, but it’s time for you to know."

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the york sisters had quite the reputation. some would even say that they were the shining stars of harper’s island.

what a shame.

[katelizabeth]

[builtthisschmidtyontootsierolls]

[ilove-onetreehill]

[mr-derek-anderson-blog]

[slightly startled when he sees Ashley at his door]

Ashley… Are you alright? What’s going on?

[a--york]

[Slamming the door and locking it securely as she entered the room, she threw herself into his arms, relieved that he was alive. Safe.]

Oh my god, Derek. It's him. It's Matt. It's Matt. He killed my parents a-and... oh my god...

He's the killer.

[a--york]

[Running as fast as she could up the stairs, Ashley went straight for Derek's room. She had to warn him about Matt. She had to protect her best friend. Once arriving at his door, she knocked fiercely and impatiently, hoping that he was in his room and not roaming around.]

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

[As she took a step back, he unconsciously shortened the distance between them but immediately retracted his steps after. It took everything in him to bite his tongue. If anything, he was doing quite the opposite, yet she was scared of him. The way she was looking at him, that most definitely hurt more than anything. And to be the one responsible for all the hurt she was feeling, all those tears, despite whatever the reason behind all of this was, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.]

I need you to believe me.

[The desperation started to become more and more apparent, and he knew that the longer he stayed, the weaker his facade would become and that was something he was not willing to risk.]

[He continued to backtrack his steps, taking one last look at the girl he loved more than anything in the world, and finally, heavily, he turned his back and walked away.]

[She didn't understand. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Matt loved her parents. They were always so kind to him, treated him as if he was the son they never had, and... he killed them. Just like that. For what? What was he trying to accomplish? Why did he turn his back on, not only her, but everyone else too? Derek used to be his best friend. This trip was supposed to be the happiest days of his life! His freakin' wedding!]

Believe... you?

[Every bone in her body screamed at her to fight him. After all, she could easily reach into her back pocket and pull out that knife she's been stashing for safety. All it would take was one stab and everything would be over. But as she took one last look at Matt, she knew that she'd never be able to kill him. She didn't have the guts, the courage. His face... god, that face she used to caress so gently. Those arms that used to hold her so softly. Those eyes that used to twinkle so sweetly.]

Matt! Don't you dare walk away on me now! Come back here and face me, you coward!!

[He didn't stop. She slowly sunk down to her knees and watched as he disappeared, her cries becoming too much to bear.]

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

[Where the audacity to look back up into her broken eyes came from, he did not know. Maybe he needed it. Maybe he didn’t. But at the end of the day, he did know that he’d be put behind bars, the Campbell name just as tarnished as the Wakefield’s. And maybe this was God, or whoever was out there playing this cruel game’s way of telling him that they weren’t meant to be. That she deserved better. And always had from the very beginning.]

Everything.

[Losing all the control she had over her body, the painful sobs started to erupt from her throat as the whole thing started to transfer into her brain. He was the killer. Matt was responsible for every death. For Malcolm, for Penelope, for her parents. And now?]

You're going to kill me.

[Though it came out as only a whisper, the words nearly suffocated her. Because this... none of it made sense. Why? Why? Why? Questions flooded her, but she couldn't get them out. She just took a weak step back and weeped.]

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

[For a second, his arms twitched. The desperation in the man was urging him to just grab her by her face, look into her eyes, and repeat it over and over again until she believed him. But he couldn’t even bring himself to touch her. Instead, he balled his fists in the pockets of his trousers. His eyes now averting to the ground.]

I’m sorry, Ashley. But it’s time for you to know.

[Time stopped. Or, at least, that's what it felt like. All she could do was stand there like a fool and stare at the man she believed was the love of her life. The one person in the world she thought she could trust with her life, and also the one who, apparently, could take it all away. That's exactly what he was doing right now.]

... What did you do, Matt?

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

[Oh, how he wished he were joking. With his jaw clenched, eyes narrow, he barely blinked as he repeated himself.]

I’m not joking. It. Was. All. Me.

[It was as if her throat cut off all circulation to her lungs. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak. Why was he saying this? It couldn't be Matt. He was a soldier. He was her hero.]

Stop it! You're lying!!

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

[As if someone had a chokehold around his beating muscle, it was getting harder to breathe, his chest tightening by the second. Surprisingly though, his mind was blank. The result of self-conditioning. There was no door number three here, he knew what he had to do. The rehearsed words left his lips with less emotion than what he was portraying in his exterior.]

It was me, Ashley. I killed them all. It was all me.

[Paused and stared at him, her breath hitching in the back of her throat. This had better be a joke. A sick, cruel joke he conjured up to mess with her.]

... That's not funny, Matt!

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

Please…please don’t cry.

Where the hell have you been?! My parents are dead, Matt! They're gone and they're never coming back! Do you understand that?!

[a--york]

Anyone seen Tiffany?

[a--york]

soldiercampbell:

Hi.