Emo~rp discussion

A store...

Ash unpacks a box of candy and loads them onto the shelf. He wasn't one for candy so it wasn't tempting that there was so much of it. He didn't want to even sneak a piece of it.

Katrina walked in the shop and walked around not really knowing what she wanted... or why she was here she was listening to her music as she walked she wasn't looking where she was going and tripped over Ash sending her phone and ear buds flying not that she cared she only cared about whether of not she had hurt him "OH MY!" she says looking up at him "I am so sorry!"

Ash lunges forward, almost falling over the box. Luckily he caught himself with his hand as he bends over the box. He looks up at her, then lets himself back up. He walks over to her fallen electronics, "It's alright ma'am." He picks them up and hands them to her, his black hair covering his left side of his face. His grey eyes shine as he smiles a bit, as to give her comfort.

she smiles at him brushing her blue purple hair out of her eyes and smiling at him her hand brushing his as he took the phone back "I am so sorry" she repeats

He laughs a bit, his mouth closed, "Don't worry about it. Really." He bent over to pick up the now empty box, "It happens a lot."

She smiles at him kindly and says bending down to help gather the continence of the box which she had spilled everywhere "well at least let me help you clean up the mess i made" she says saying it as she already was picking up them

He smiles a bit, "You can just throw it into this box." He says opening another box with the same candy in it. He kneels down and picks them up as well. "Thank you for the help." He had long sleeves with button up shirt, white. Along with that, his collar was flipped all the way up around his neck, not down like normal people. He had something on his neck he couldn't show.... His sleeves were long for a reason as well, all the way rolled down as usual workers had them up. He looked different, even in the same clothing.

KAt smiled at him and continues to put the things in the box she looks him over and instantly realizes why he had his sleeves rolled down. it was the same reason she had so many bracelets on her arms she was dressed in her usual (her profile picture thinggy) she loved that he wasn't afraid to be different

Ash smiles when all of the candy was put back into the box, "Thanks again." He started to shelve them all over again, needing to fill it up fast, he had more boxes that needed shelved and soon. He needed to get home on time. He didn't want what normally happened when he was late.

"Do you want a hand? i have nothing else to do and i don't want to go" she says she didn't know this guy but he seemed sweet and in need of a friend, and quiet frankly she wanted a friend to

He shakes his head, "If they catch you helping I'll get into trouble." He says. "But feel free to stay and talk to me." He lowers his voice so only she could hear. "And if someone else comes pretend like you're asking me for assistance."

"Alright" she says and sits beside him looking at him feeling bad for not helping, but understanding why though "So what's your name?" she asked him smiling

He continues working, the sound of the candy falling over each other. "Ash. Ash VanDel." He taps his name tag with a slight smile. Even though he was packing them fast, he got them put up pretty fast and neatly.

She laughs a little "i didn't even see your name tag" she says smiling "I'm Katrina Jackson, i don't mind nicknames though" she laughs a little "In fact i tent to like them more than my own name" she says giggling a little suddenly giddy on the high side of her up and downs

He smirks a bit and nods, "Nice to meet you. And I like your name." He packs the last candy packet and picks up the two boxes. "What is your favorite nickname?" He asks putting them in a stack while unpacking two more boxes from the cart. He moved to the other side of her.

she felt bad not helping him she felt really lazy... but she thought about his question, "I guess it depends.. i like getting different forms of nicknames form each person" she says laughing a little

He nods, "I kinda wanna call you Kat for short, if you would like that. I don't want to make it weird." He says. It wasn't very imaginative, Kitty was another one he thought of. But he thought that was more relationship wise. He started unpacking spaghetti packets.

she smiles "A lot of people call me that" she says smiling "So yeah it's perfectly fine" she says smiling more "So do you usually wear your collar like that?" she asks him

He shakes his head, "No." He frowns a bit, not wanting to go into detail of why he had it like it. "It looks stupid huh?" He felt automatically self conchous, moving his hand up to the collar, not moving the back part of it.

"No!" she says "I was going to say i loved how it looks" she says smiling "I love unique stiles!" she says smiling happily at him, hoping she hadn't hurt his feelings to much

He looks over to her, raising one of his eyebrows, "you really like it?" He asks. He smiles a bit, "If you like this style, you probably are going to like how I normally dress, even though it's pretty bland and boring...." he says softly. He finishes with the first box and goes to the second.

"It's very different and makes you special makes you stand out" she says smiling at him "well i cannot stand cookie cutter girls!" she says exasperated just imagining those girls who all dress the dame talk the same, do their hair the same, everything the same! YUCK!

He nods, thinking about it, then sighing, "I don't like sticking out, I like being in the shadows...." He admits. He finishes with the second box. "This job is so boring."

"On some days i'd agree wholeheartedly but most of the time i think to stand out, be my own person" she says smiling she looks up at him "Yeah i'm sure, but i'm sure it's better than my job" she says scowling at it's mention

He shrugs, "Maybe...." He commented to her job, "It pays kinda good.... you know.... enough to get my stuff off of." He says. "And I don't like sticking out. I don't like being seen."

"yeah same..." he says about the job then says "Well when your a klutz it's hard to not be seen" he says referencing herself

He laughs a bit, "Yah, that is true. But when you don't talk, when you don't really show yourself, it's easy to fade away... until...." He stopped. Not wanting to say more. He looked at the clock, "Five minutes...."

"Until..." she urged him trying to get him to keep talking

"I have to get home...." He says biting his lip, he wasn't done yet. He shot up from the ground and went to the boxes, "I really have no idea if my priorities are straight or not, but I have to get these unpacked and get home...."

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" she asked wondering if her purposely answered the wrong question. but she could tell getting home on time was very important

He nods, "Please...." He grabs the boxes and hands her one, "You're seriously a life saver...." He grabs his own and rips it open, filling the shelves with cartons of ramen.

she opens it quickly and starts shelving tooth pastes her back to his working with persuasion and speed. she was done with the entire first box in a minuet and a half

There was only one box when he was finished. Grabbing it, he opened and found it with only two objects, luckily, they were things of box knives. Automatically he felt every one of his thousands of scars tingle. He didn't show anything though, he put them on the shelves and dashed in the back, "Be right back!"

Sh nodded and looked at the knives then her bracelet covered arms and stuck her hands in her pockets looking at the tooth paste boxes

He came out in his regular clothing, his dark grey hoodie zipped up and over his head, the sleeves all the way down. He wore black cargo pants along with black asphalt shoes. In his cargo pants, there was a slight bulge on his lower left knee, his pocket knife was there.

She noticed him and smiles a little at him feeling her arms tingle knowing the item in his pocket was a knife

He smiles at her, "Hey, uh.... I'll catch you later? I seriously gotta run. Dad will be.... pissed.... if I'm late." He says treading on simple words, not wanting to give any ideas. Because if she thought he was abused, she was right.

"Wait a second!" she says running up to him and hugging him whispering "We all have battle scars" she says so only he could hear he slipped a slip of paper in his hand and smiling and walks away sad he was leaving

Ash looks down to the ground, "Some of us more than others." He whispers. He feels the paper slide into his hand. He knew it was probably her number, but he didn't have a phone he could use. "I don't have a phone." He says softly. "I'll have to see you in person...." He says. He looks at the clock, his heart hammering, "No.... I gotta go!" He busted out of the store and down the street, dodging random people and then darts across the street, jumping out of the way of an upcoming car.

it wasn't her number, it was a place to meet. she knew what it was like to have a abusive parent. her brother and father beat her that's why she never went home. when they were awake she was a target... the things they had done to her should be illegal. she hoped he wouldn't get mad but she followed him at distance to see if her though was right

He skids down a corner, almost falling over, catching himself with his hand, like one of those free runners, the ones that did all the stunts. He gets to the gated area, it was where all the gang members were pretty much, well, more like the trouble makers, the gangs were farther back then where he lived.

she flipped up her hood and hides her face keeping a good distance away from him watching and following with caution

He didn't stop, he was cussing quietly. He seen his house, his eyes wide, the bike.... it was there. He keeps running, a little faster. No no no no!

She bit her lip knowing this wasn't going to end well ' don't hurt him' she begged his father in her mind

He opens the door quickly, walking inside, he quickly shut it, leaning against it.

"ASH!"

He automatically knew.... he was gunna have a few new bruises and cuts in a few minutes....

she hung her head. she had to do something... if someone would have stood up for her when her brother took advantage of her, or when her father beat... maybe things would have been different.... not knowing what she was going to do she strode up to the door knocking on it her heart pounding, but she would not back down

Ash's eyes widened as his father was about to beat him, him curling up in a corner, his hands over his head. "I was only a minute late!" He pleads.

His father was about to rip his arms away when the door sounded. He glaired down at Ash, "Get to the basement. NOW!"

Ash nods, running.

His father opens the door, a welcoming smile on his face, "Well hello."

"Hello sir" she says with a start striking smile she had on a blond wig and was holding her self in a more adult way "I am the new manager at stop'n'stop" she says talking at a slower pace

He tilts his head, "Okay?" He asks. He was confused, why would they be here?