wheeew sorry it took me so long to type this up ;v;

Ashton Nox | 18 y/o | Male | Metals
Mentions: N/A; open | Location: Roaming

On a whim, Ashton had wandered his way outside to the dimly lit streets that crossed past his home, shared by his roommate who, at the moment, was not exactly being a roommate. She was off at university on an early graduating scholarship, doing something with her life unlike him, who was currently unemployed and spent his time doing nothing but sparking conversations with random strangers. At the moment, that was precisely what he was attempting to do, though he wasn't having any luck so far. Unsurprisingly, the street was essentially abandoned, save for a few stray cats roaming around doing whatever it was they did in the wee hours. The sudden, loud clang of metal slamming against metal echoed off the blackened pavement and on impulse Ashton whipped around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. A very chilling thought crossed his mind, which involved the possibility of him getting kidnapped or ganged up on or getting involved in whatever other criminal activities could happen at night, but he quickly shook it out of his mind. There was no way a quaint little town like this one would ever be the center of any immoral activity.

...he hoped.

Ashton Nox | 18 y/o | Male | Metals
Mentions: N/A; open | Location: Roaming

The metallic screeching followed Ashton for another couple of blocks, stopping each time he did and starting again when he began to move. Okay, now he was freaking out. This was no coincidence; either he'd gotten caught on a piece of metal he couldn't see and it was now dragging behind him, or someone was following him, hidden in the shadows. He felt a chill run down his spine, looking slowly behind him, bracing himself in case something jumped out.

When he had completely turned, however, he found only an overturned trashcan, sitting alone in the middle of the street a few yards behind him. Sure, it was only a bucket of metal, but with the dim street lights illuminating it on either side and its shadow almost seeming to creep eerily toward him... Well, let's just say he was a bit disturbed. Gathering up his courage, Ashton walked toward the trash can, taking in a deep, slow breath before lifting it up. Empty, not even a bag inside. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and very carefully went to place the trash can on the sidewalk where it would hopefully stay put. "Right then..." he murmured quietly, letting out a long sigh that he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. "I think that's my cue to go home."

Ashton Nox | 18 y/o | Male | Metals
Mentions: Willow | Location: Streets

When a voice broke the almost unsettling silence, Ashton whipped around, eyes as wide as a deer in headlights as he stared at the stranger who had suddenly approached him. Realizing it was just a normal girl, he settled down, slumping over as if all his energy had suddenly been drained. "Gotta take what I can get," he said playfully, though his words were still breathless out of shock. He was still recovering from the little scare this girl had given him. Before he could think, he blurted out something along the lines of "it was following me", immediately regretting the decision. On a scale of one to mobile trashcan, how crazy did he sound right now?

short post, by bad <3

Brooklyn | Park| 17 years|
|Fire| Mentions: Open |

Brooklyn took a deep breath and tied her hair back, she glanced around making sure no one was there before dropping to the ground and spreading out into a snow angel style and looking at the sun and grinned feeling the warmth, she always liked it better than the cold, Her body let out a involuntary shiver as she felt her self get warmer. Brooklyn put a hand over her eyes and opened them, she separated her fingers and finch ed when the run rays beamed through the cracks, She closed her fingers again and blinked owlishly as she heard voices near by