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text ↠ hashley.
Hannah: I think strawberries are better? But, then they wouldn't rhyme with Hannah 😆
Hannah: Mostly? 😟
Hannah: I'm fine, thanks.
Ashley: That's very true. Sadly no fruit rhymes with Ashley.
Ashley: Yeah, things have just been weird since everything. You know. Gala and stuff.
austenford-nyf:
Her good hand cupped his cheek as he let go, gaze trailing down him in a good once over like she didn’t believe him. “Matt got me an invite. He had no way of knowing this mess was going to go down. Have you seen him? Was he there?” She hadn’t seen her boss, but assumed he’d been present.
“He was there.” Ashley admitted on a sigh, memories from that night incoherent to him but it was hard to forget the sight of a man who had given him a real chance tied up and held hostage in the same small room as him. It was nothing short of barbaric.
“He was actually in the same room as me. There was a few other people there too, tied up. Guess you know all about that though.” He added, catching sight of the marks around her wrist that could have matched his own.
redfordheart:
“It’s only scary til we see you’re face.” Sam countered, letting the window frame take the majority of her weight. Her head moving lazily back toward the night sky, taking in the few stars that hadn’t been drowned out by the city’s lights. “Then it’s terrifying.” She added, humor making itself known despite how she mirrored the city’s stillness.
It was something both Ashley and Carmen seemed to be struggling with lately, not that she blamed them. Everytime she looked in a mirror she relived that night. Despite how tranquil Sam might have looked in the window sill, she knew this city better than anyone else. Which meant knowing all the corners the dark could hide in.
“Just cracking some kibble with the boys.” She glanced down at the fire escape as a pump tabby brushed against the leg hanging out the window. “Then I was going to see what’s on Netflix, if you want to join me.”
If he had of taken any offence to her jest, it would have left him just as soon as the cat came into view. Ashley found it impossible to hold onto any ill feelings when there was a cute animal around, which was why the dog park he took his neighbours dog to was one of his favourite spots.
He had moved closer to get a better look, leaning out the window to offer a little scratch behind the feline’s ears with one hand while the other held onto the window frame, gripping it to haul himself back in.
Of his two closest friends, Sam was the one he worried about least, not because she didn’t cross his mind as often as Carmen but rather he doubted there was any storm she couldn’t weather. Sometimes he wondered if that made him a terrible friend to her without meaning to be.
“That sounds awesome. We can order Chinese. Just, no true crime shows, agree? I think living one of those bizarre-o stories is enough.”
text ↠ hashley.
Hannah: Saw some bananas at the grocery store. Remembered they're your favourite fruit.
Hannah: 😃😃
Hannah: Hi! What's up?
Ashley: That's so cool that you remembered that. Half the time I forget and I'm stood trying to decide between bananas and strawberries.
Ashley: Hey, I'm good. Mostly. How are you?
redfordheart:
@thiefmillls
Sam lingered near the fire escape, letting half her body hang outside the window and letting her hand run over the strays that walked by searching for their dinner in the bowls only a few steps away. The night air in Brooklyn always felt like a the sort of guiding hand on her back, whether it was drunken stumbles home from parties in other neighbourhoods. Or the stillness of it when she was pulling a job in her early days of dealing. Tonight it was the latter, she could hear a pin drop between the occasional traffic. It’s a silence that let’s you tap into something in you, something that feels every shift in the atmosphere. Including when you suddenly find yourself with company. Sam turned her head lazily, looking back at down the hall to see which of the suspects it was. “You know, normally thieves stick to this side of the fire escape.”
“True.” Ashley conceded, no stranger to letting himself into their apartment via the fire escape, but this time he tried something more civilised. That was his attempt to make sure that neither she nor Carmen would grow sick of his visits that had grown in frequency since the Gala.
“I thought I’d try not scaring the crap out of whoever was inside by just appearing out of nowhere.” Ashley tried to joke, knowing it wasn’t particularly funny but it made him feel a little more at ease.
“Are you busy?”
austenford-nyf:
Neither of them was really with it right then, apparently. Both lost in their own heads. Only when he said her name did she really look up and see who it was. “Ash?” She echoed his tired confused surprise, immediately feeling like an ass. She hadn’t yet checked in on her friends, so caught up in her own part of this mess. Austen slid down off the bed, wrapping him in a one armed hug. “I’ll live. Are you alright?”
Ashley reciprocated the embrace, careful not to hold onto her too tight for fear of not knowing the extent of her injuries. Despite the fact he wanted to just hold onto all of his friends and not let them go again.
“I’m okay.” He reassured as he let her go, standing at his full height again. Those two words could have made a case for being his catchphrase for how often they fell from his lips whether there was an ounce of truth to them or not.
“I didn’t even know you were there.. The whole thing it’s just.. How could anyone do something like that.”
troubled sea so deep, troubled home no sleep ↠ cashley.
rvnawayheart:
Carmen had always been a light sleeper. For as long as she could remember the faintest of footsteps creeping across the hallway disturbed her from her sleep, the softest wailing of sirens in the distance enough to stir her awake and even the pitter patter of the rain against her window panes. Her mother had told her sometime ago, on nights when she would brush her hair out before bed time that she was a light sleeper, always waking from her sleep at even the slightest of movement. It had made reaching for a glass of water on their coffee table when Carmen had been a baby, asleep in her mothers arms; a task that should have been simple as that becoming as complicated as trying to steal a diamond from a vault guarded by laser sensors. Carmen had giggled, questioning her mother as to why somebody would want to steal a diamond and what exactly was a laser sensor. “I’ll tell you in the morning, baby girl.” Her mother promised, kissing the top of her head before tucking her into bed.
It was the sound of footsteps now, that stirred an exhausted Carmen from her sleep. Apparently even the events of the Midsummer’s Night Gala turned hostage situation earlier that night wasn’t even enough to warrant the recruit a decent nights sleep. She had arrived back at her apartment only a couple of hours ago, only happy enough to return to her apartment once she had checked in with Ashley and Samantha. It laid her worries to rest about Samantha knowing that she would be returning home with her, only across the hallway from her own bedroom tonight. She’d sleep easier knowing her friends were safe, she thought. Her questioning by the police had ran quicker than she thought it would, much to her relief. Her wrists were hurting from were the zip-ties had bitten in to them, leaving a thin red band around each of her wrists. Her head still thudding as the buzz of the alcohol finally wore off, as well as the dull, aching pain she felt from being back-handed to the floor by one of the masked men who had took her hostage. Her cheek already starting to darken by the bruise taking shape.
She lazily got out of her bed, leaving the warm comfort of her bed to investigate the noise she had heard inside the apartment. If it was any other night she might have just drifted back off to sleep, assuming Samantha was returning home late or fixing herself a late night snack. It had taken her awhile after all of those years living alone on the streets to adjust to living with somebody else, to adjust to the noises of somebody going bump in the night not always being an immediate threat. She didn’t think she was being paranoid now, not after she’d spent the best part of her evening tied up in a basement. She was being careful. If somebody had broken into her apartment, she’d punch first and ask questions later for a change.
She flicked the light on once she reached the living quarters of the apartment, squinting her eyes to adjust to the bright light. She turned, yelping suddenly at the figure sat on her sofa. “Holy shit!” Carmen exclaimed, her heart thudding against the inside of her chest. She relaxed once the figure turned towards her, eyes wide and struck with guilt. She recognised him now, the sharp lines of his jaw clear even under his beard. It was Ashley. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, and her shoulders sagged. “I really need to get you a key. I don’t know how many more heart attacks I think I can take.” She raked a hand through her hair, placing her other hand over her chest where her heart stammered underneath. She recognised that look on his face, it reminded her of a puppy who had been shouted at by its owner and was approaching them again with weary caution. Can I stay here tonight? She remembered the first time she had found him sat inside her apartment, thumbing the hole in a pair of his ripped jeans as he looked up at her with pleading eyes. It was not long after he had been released from the hospital, she didn’t need to ask what was wrong then and she didn’t need to ask now. Carmen knew why, she always knew why when it came to him. When it came to that.
“Like you even need to ask.” She dropped down next to him on the sofa, pulling her knees up against her chest and hugging them. She let a moment of silence pass between them, before leaning forwards to rest her chin on her knees. “You want to talk about it? Or do you want to play video games and I’ll let you win like I always do.”
There was a moment of crushing silence that passed where for a moment Ashley thought she would have denied his request because he had ignored social graces and just let himself in. He knew that he had to be more respectful of both her and Sam’s personal space, but he was too wired to be considerate. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to hold it against him.
Relief was evident on his face, and he hoped that that was enough to mask the fear that he couldn’t look passed when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. it was a feeling that he knew well, but it had gotten easier to stomach over time. Now he wondered if everything had caused him to take two steps backwards.
“You never let me win, I always kick your ass. I don’t want to play though.” Ashley responded, his words tinted with an infliction of sadness. Usually, an offer to play PlayStation with Carmen was his own personal idea of heaven, only made better by an addition of pizza, but his mind felt too full and weary to try focus on Grand Theft Auto.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, falling into another wordless lull as a few seconds ticked by, glancing over at her properly then. Even in the middle of the night after just rising from her bed she was still the prettiest girl he could ever remember laying eyes on -- and his long term memory was perfectly intact.
“I shoudn’t have left you and Sam at the Gala. I was dumb and got distracted by stupid things and I wasn’t with either of you when it all went bad. I wasn’t much use at all, really. From what I can remember of it.” Ashley recounted, that night only visible to him in fuzzy fragments. His blessing and his curse.
troubled sea so deep, troubled home no sleep ↠ cashley.
For as long as he could remember, Ashley had loved how 2am in New York City felt. He always imagined that anything could happen at that hour, when all the nine to fivers were sleeping and the restless lined the streets. It brought him comfort to take a late night walk, to see body after body that was as aimless and adrift as he felt.
Now, it was different. What he had once found freeing was now threatening, a sea of faces he didn’t know. Was the busker on the corner one of them? He jumped when he turned onto a new block and bumped shoulders with a passerby, his breath catching in his throat. There had been a boogeyman under his bed ever since he was shot, now it were as though that boogeyman had multiplied and spread and he was no more aware of the shapes in the shadows than he had been when he was left bloodied and for dead at Rosalie’s feet.
Muscle memory brought him to a building he frequented like it was a refuge, and his thief prowess had allowed him to forgo buzzers and locks and doors. He entered of his own volition, his phone reading 2:34am by the time he was stood in Carmen and Sam’s living room. It was too late to wake them, he decided -- the only thing he feared more than the thoughts that crept into his mind when he was alone was being a burden to either one of them.
He sat down on the couch instead, lifting the Dory plush he had won for Carmen at the fair and holding it to his chest. He looked down at his shoes and focused on his breathing, reminding himself over and over that he was okay. They were okay.
He barely flinched when the lights turned on, only when he heard a voice exclaim shock. Carmen’s voice. He looked up at her wide eyed, feeling guilty that he had given her a scare.
“Sorry, I was going to knock but then I seen how late it was and I didn’t so I just.. Let myself in.” He explained, it wasn’t the first time he had done as much, but those times had been far more lighthearted. He had teased them that no matter how many times they changed the locks or how many more they added, he would still find a way to slip passed them.
“Can I stay here tonight?”
@rvnawayheart
austenford-nyf:
“Jesus!” Austen started, nearly falling off of the stupid hospital bed she’d been perched on in the stained and ripped once shimmery blue dress, lost in thought and staring at the floor. The voice had been unexpected in the little ER triage room and after the events of the night, she just wanted to get the flesh wound in her shoulder stitched up and go home.
The woman was thankful for the shot of numbing they’d already done, the salve on her zip-tie abraded wrists, and the bits of glass they’d picked out of her limbs. Heart in her throat and weariness on her face she made herself breathe. “Sorry. Long night. I guess I’m still jumpy.”
“Sorry.. Sorry.” Ashley apologised, voice low but words genuine. There was a patient wristband around his wrist where his white shirt was rolled up at the sleeve, his tie slack and suit jacket nowhere to be found. He had definitely lost that deposit.
The doctors had been very strict that he wasn’t to go anywhere, that they needed to give him something to calm down and run some scans. As soon as he thought the coast was mildly clear he had taken off as fast as his feet would carry him, his only aim to escape that wretched building. Between the length of time he had spent there with his own shooting and then visiting friends who ended up there, he couldn’t do another stint.
After getting turned around when he felt that same gripping panic rise within him, he had side stepped into the first room he saw to try still himself, assuming wrongly that it had been empty. It was only then when he looked, really looked, that he realised who was sat in the occupied bed.
“Austen?” He asked aloud, shoulders visibly sagging. She must have been there at the gala, must have experienced what he did. The thought alone made him so unbearably sad he couldn’t find the words to express it. “Are you okay?”
What about him? He just fist-bumped his friend, Kels. He’s hot!
Midsummer Nightmare: Group 1
sourires-et-masques:
‘Shall see the sun shine soon,” she recited over and over to distract herself before she directed her attention to counting the steps as she realised they were climbing stairs. What had begun as an exercise to keep her ptsd from triggering, turned into a mission to discern her surroundings. Every once in a while she’d be shoved forward by her captor, the metal tip of the pistol digging threateningly into her back for a moment.
“25, 26, 27,2…” she tripped when they shoved her once again, the heel of her pumps sliding over the marble, twisting her right ankle painfully as she fell face first - unable to break her fall with her hands tied behind her - and her head connected with the edge of one of the steps. Her cry of pain was only mildly muffled by the bag covering her head as the pain flared instantly, both in her ankle and her head. Her head felt as if it was going to explode and for a moment she was blinded by the pain. She felt some wetness on her forehead but, didn’t get much time to comprehend through the haze of the pain before she was being roughly hoisted and pushed up the stairs again. Her disoriented senses not helping much as she stumbled and winced and whimpered all the way up the remaining steps. ‘Marshall was right. Shouldn’t have worn the heels.’ The random thought left as quickly as it had occurred before she was once again trying to calm her throbbing head and thundering heartbeat by focusing on the task she’d started. ‘Those were approximately 32-35 steps. I’m probably on the second floor,” she thought to herself, feeling a sliver of accomplishment at that.
Soon, she found herself in a room that was probably an office of some sort, the sudden light forcing her to squint as she looked around from her place on the floor. There were five other people with her, out of which she knew Tessa, Declan and Ashely, and while some part of her felt a hint of relief upon seeing familiar faces, she was largely upset that they were in this terrible predicament too. A small drop of blood rolled down, from the cut that she’d sustained on the right side from her fall, into her eyelashes and blurred her vision momentarily. Though she tried to offer her three acquaintances a sporting smile, it came across as a grimace as she battled with her own mind and the pain while blinking rapidly to clear her vision.
Hands bound and on his knees, Ashley focused on his staggering breath as he watched the pair of shoes in his eye line. They belonged to one of the men who had roughly dragged them to the second floor office, and his intense interest in the black shoe laces were all that was keeping him from looking up and catching sight of the gun in his hand again.
He felt as though he was living a re-enactment of one of the nightmares that gripped him during sleep paralysis, all too real and all too raw. The man behind the gun was different this time, a different setting and time but the idea that the outcome would be the same was what was causing an increasing panic to rise within him.
“I need to get out of this room.” He said lowly, only half-attuned to his current predicament while the other half of him relived a trauma that had plagued his every move for over a year.
text ↠ smashley.
Sam👑✨: Well, that's another closet I get to fill up.
Sam👑✨: R.I.P. our little chicken carmesan. 🙏
Ashley 🤠: I'm moving into that closet
Ashley 🤠: She's gone to that big raspberry ripple ice cream parlour in the sky 🦉
text ↠ smashley.
Sam👑✨: I'll get right on that jon sNO❄️
Sam👑✨: no idea, last time i thought i caught a glimpse of her was by this champagne fountain thing but then i lost her again.
Ashley 🤠: 😧 She's definitely gone forever. Lost in the sauce
Ashley 🤠: Reese's in pieces 👋🏼
text ↠ smashley.
Sam👑✨: i've been here ten minutes and already found like six hidden rooms. i'll snap you a selfie when i find the batcave 💁♀️
Ashley 🤠: If you find it send a raven with directions so I can meet you there and we can take a selfie for my story 😇📸
Ashley 🤠: Where's Carmen?
text ↠ smashley.
Ashley 🤠: This place is so big!!! 😂 I can't even find you. Rich people huh
