HELLOOOOOOO EVERYONE!!!! Guess who’s back? Back again?... Well not really back but you know just a few days closer to finally come back from my hiatus. Soooooo that being said I could totally use more threads and connections for Ash so if you’d like to plot something with him or you know just talk hmu or just like this and I’ll come to you <3.
@ashbarncs // “One a scale from one to ten, how shitty do I look?” Kimberly questioned, her eyes focusing on the coffee between her hands. The little table in the corner of the hospital’s cafeteria had become her safe harbor, always available to hide when she came out of Jude’s room. “You know it’s bad when you get used to the food they have in here.” Looking over at her friend, she half smiled. “How’s your brother doing? Is he getting better? ”
Ash eyed the brunette in from of him carefully before answering her question.”Weell I wouldn’t say - wait, this isn’t one of those trick questions you women like to use on us is it? Like I can answer honestly and you won’t get mad at me for it?” He asked her friend raising an eyebrow. Even though both of them were at the hospital for unfortunate reasons, yt helped having Kimberly in the hospital, they both understood what they were going through. A small smile crept on Ash’s lips at her words. “One should never get used to the hospital’s food. My dad’s coming to visit Beckett in a few hours which will give me sometime to get out of the hospital for a little while so, I can bring you some food from the outside world if you like.”
Theodore had been struggling to keep his head above water as of late. After all the exes that had decided to waltz back into his life, his fall out with Rose, his relationship with Clarissa very much on the rocks and the news of Yakov’s tragic accident, it was a wonder he’d not already drowned. But he was proactive this evening – he chose not to succumb to his old vices and instead ended up on the front door of the one person that could serve as his life raft. Having grown up in the spotlight with one another fifteen long years ago, Ash almost felt like an extension of him now. It was easy, it was familiar. And though the recent accident had torn tragedy through Crownsville, Theodore found Asher’s arrival back in town to be its silver lining.
At the muffled shout that came from within, Teddy twisted open the door handle and let himself into his friend’s abode. His feet carried him along the familiar path to the foot of the couch, where he stood for a moment to survey Ash with a drawn brow and his arms folded across his chest. “Shit day, huh?” He finally remarked before moving to take a seat, shifting his friend’s feet out of the way so that he could settle at the other end of the couch. “How’s Beckett doing?” He asked in a softer tone, knowing it was likely his brother that was weighing so heavily on Ash’s mind.
A warm smile crept on Ash’s lips at the sight of his friend, instantly moving his feet so he could take a sit a seat as well. “You have no idea but you what would make it better though?” He smirked placing kicking off his shoes and placing his feet on Teddy’s lap. “A foot massage.” He teased wiggling his toes and feet. Ash’s smile faded a little and sat straight at the mention of his little brother. “He’s good, it’s not as worse as it sounds you know? They just have him there to check on him because well you never now with cancer right? But everything seems alright so far, so hopefully they’ll discharge him soon....but what about you?” He said turning to face his friend with a concerned look on his face. “What’s going on with you? And don’t say nothing cause I noticed the look on your face when you walked in.”
Liv was terribly distraught from the incident in town square. So many of her friends had been injured, and she never thought such a thing would ever happen in Crownsville. It was still difficult to completely process what had occurred, but still, Liv wanted to do something to help cheer everyone up. She couldn’t sleep, so she had the idea to go to the kitchen and start baking. The next morning when she went to see a few friends up at the hospital, she brought little bags of baked goods with her to give to both people recovering as well as visitors. “Excuse me, would you like one?” the small blonde asked, gesturing towards the basket she carried in her arms. “If not, I won’t be offended.”
Ash was sitting at the waiting room with his head in his hands as he waited for his brother’s doctor to come back with the news. As he sat there his leg trembled from anxiety If Ash didn’t like waiting in itself, now imagine what waiting at the hospital did to him. Why was the doctor taking so long? Had something gone wrong? Was it something more serious than they thought? No, maybe he was with another family, yes it could totally be that. He told himself not wanting to let negatives thoughts get to him when voice pulled him back to reality. It certainly was a kind gesture from the woman, but at that moment he didn’t feel like he would be able to eat. Just when he was about to decline the offer, his stomach growled causing a soft laugh to erupt from his lips.” I guess I should take one, otherwise I might end up in one of those rooms from starvation. ” He joked.
Phillip sat by himself on a park bench, a book he’d just purchased from Cover to Cover open in his hands. Reading was something he tried his best to do every day, usually, it was just before bed, but the last few days he found himself with ample free time. And it was too nice of a day to pass up sitting outside. The park was quiet, nothing compared to what he’d been used to in cities like New York or L.A. but then again he’d never really stayed in a small town before. Not like this. It was a nice change of pace though he didn’t think it would last. Never had he imagined small town life being his cup of tea, he wouldn’t think there would be enough to keep him occupied.
The calmness that surrounded him allowed Phillip to truly relax, something he typically couldn’t do while outside in a public space. He turned the page, so self-absorbed in his book that he didn’t even realize someone had spoken to him. “I’m sorry, what?” The young man asked finally looking up from the page.
Just like any other day in Crownsville, Ash had gone for his daily jog at the park. It didn’t matter the time, day or if it rained or snowed, he always went for a jog before hitting up the gym. As he ran past a male figure sitting on a bench he accidentally kicked something causing to stop and check what it was., A brow raised at object on the floor, it was a banana. Yes a banana, it was something odd to find at the park but who was he to judge. Maybe it had fallen from kid’s lunchbox. Brows furrowed together as he picked it up an looked around to see if he could find the owner of the fruit but the only person near was man who seemed to immersed in his reading. Thinking that maybe it could belong to him, Ash approached the man and cleared his throat. “Hi, sorry to interrupt your reading but I was just wondering if you are the owner of this perfectly good source of potassium.”
Ash had never felt so emotionally tired in his whole life. He was in New York the day of the accident, he was supposed to have a match there but as soon as he heard what happened he needed to go back. There were too many people he cared about in that town. So the moment that they told him that Beckett was in the hospital he cancelled the fight and went back to Crownsville. Ever since the accident Ash spent most of his days going back and forth from the hospital to his house and sometimes. Sure, the doctors said that he was out of danger but after what Beckett went through Ash couldn’t help but worry.
After being almost the whole day at the hospital and the gym for a few hours, the moment Ash got to his house he plopped down on the nearest couch and soon started drifting off to sleep. What had started as small 5 minute nap turned into a 1 hour nap, which could’ve last longer if someone hadn’t banged on his door. He only needed to take a look at his watch to know who was on the other side of the door, there was only one person who would visit him at that hour. “Door’s unlocked, come in! “ He yelled, not having the energy to get up and open the door for his friend.
[ dave franco, thirty one, male, he/him ] ━ hey, I just saw [ asher “ash” barnes ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ most of his life ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ professional boxer ]. I hear they’re known to be [ courageous & friendly ] and [ sarcastic & impatient ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ bright smiles , bruises and scars on his body, ripped jeans, motorcycles].
Hello lovies! My name is Anna, I’m 21 and from the cst zone. I haven’t rped for quite a while now so I apologize if my writing sucks. Anyway I bring my moronic child Ash. Below the cut you’ll find some info about him and some connections suggestions. That being said, feel free to give this a like or hmu if you’d like to plot!♥
tw; bad parenting, mental illness, death .
Originally from Dallas. Texas.
Is the first and only son of James and Vanessa Brosnan.
His father left not long after after Ash turned one year old.
After being left by her boyfriend/husband Vanessa realized she couldn’t raise a kid by herself so that’s when she contacted her parents.
Thinking that their daughter asked fro their help because she wanted to keep continuing her studies and go to college they agreed to help her out. Ash would move in with them but Vanessa had to visit him every weekend.
So Ash was pretty much raised by his grandparents whom he called mom and dad.
Few years later his grandad was diagnosed with Alzheimer and at the age of 9 tragedy struck. His grandma died of a heart attack.
At the news Vanessa sent her father to a nursing home and decided to raise Ash by herself now that he was older. At the end she couldn’t do it.
She tried, but she was used to another type of lifestyle. The only thing she ever worried about was herself, she was used to her freedom and doing whatever she liked and going wherever she wanted to. Few months later, Ash was put in foster care.
For four years he went from one family to another, never staying too long because there was always something wrong with him. And they weren’t wrong. The death of his grandma, and the fact that his parents apparently didn’t really want him, broke him. It made him feel that no one would ever do.
So he went from being this friendly warm child to a distant, cold one. He didn’t interact with his foster brothers, he pushed everyone away and after being moved to different houses and group homes he realized that he had to toughen up if he wanted to survive.
He became a problem child, he was skipping school, getting suspended and in fights. He had no respect whatsoever to his teachers. He simply stopped caring if he got in trouble or got yelled at.
But that all changed when he turned 14, his social worker found him a new foster home in another state. It took him a while to let his walls down and trust his new family, but at the end everything worked out for Ash and a year later he got adopted.
A few months later after he arrived to Crownsville, he decided to practice boxing. At first it was a way to channel all the anger and frustration he had bottle dup for so long but as time passed he noticed that it was something he liked to do.
Soon Asher had an amateur record of 50-4 and won the national Golden Gloves championship three years in a row (2004, 2005, 2006).
He won his first professional fight in 2006 when he knocked out his opponent on round 2. He quickly was praised from all corners of the boxing world was touted as a pugilistic prodigy.
Normally he lives in LA but visits Crownsville everytime he has a few free days.
Personality wise he’s very friendly and a goofball but can also be quite sarcastic sometimes. He’s a weird combination of Chandler Bing and Marshall Eriksen.
Most of the time he’s very Chandler-ish like making stupid coments and jokes and being sarcastic but when he’s around the people he cares about he turns into Marshall. He becomes this huge soft and sensitive man with quirky habits.
Also he may not be very much book smart but he makes up for it in the streets. Being in the foster system and all what he went though helped him to become street smart.
He might be friendly and approachable but he doesn’t let his walls down just with anyone, he doesn’t go around trusting everyone with his personal stuff. He’s very picky when it comes to choose whom to trust.
Connections:
I know it’s something everyone says at their intros but I’ll say it anyway: I want all of them! I definitely will take all the plots but if you need some ideas some suggestions are:
Best friends ( because everyone needs their bestie around ) –––– pretty self explanatory, his ride or die, the Ted to his Marshall, the Joey to his Chandler. (1/2)
Highschool sweetheart / first love –––– could’ve ended on good or bad terms.
Exes (dramaaa) –––– It also could’ve ended on good or bad terms, but to be honest it would be fun to have one that ended on bad terms cause just imagine all the angst.
A fan –––– he’s a famous boxer now so maybe someone who knows about boxing and is a huge fan would be interesting
One sided crush –––– he could be crushing on your character or the other way around, but it would be fun cause Ash sucks at flirting
Wingman / wingwoman
Frenemies
Childhood friends –––– someone he was friends with when he lived in Dallas
Someone he met in one of his boxing matches –––– Maybe Asher could’ve met them when he visited their city for a box fight, who knows
Trainer / Gym buddy –––– it could be his coach or it could be someone who he hangs at the gym with and exercise together. Like maybe this person helps him when he needs somenoe to train with when he’s in Crownsville.
One night stand –––– I’m thinking it could be the whole “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” situation
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