Wake Up Call (open)

[ASHLEE HARLEY WILLIAMS]

YOU JUST GOTTA IGNITE THE LIGHT
& let it shine
( J U S T O W N T H E N I G H T L I K E T H E F O U R T H O F J U L Y )
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A long yawn came from the mouth of the young woman as she opened her eyes, resisting the urge to close them and pull the warm blankets over her head so she could fall back asleep. She didn't have class this morning, which was good since she had managed to stay up half the night working on a creative writing essay for class, and now the only thing that twenty-two year old Ashlee wanted to do was curl into a ball and go back to sleep. Rolling onto her side, she let out another yawn and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nine o'clock...an hour and a half past the time that she was normally awake, and if it weren't for the sunlight streaming through the light colored curtains then she would most likely still be asleep. She didn't move from her position, her dark brown eyes staring at the little red numbers on her clock and only blinking a few times. If she got up and moving then it wouldn't take long for Ashlee to wake up, but it was the "getting up and moving" part that was difficult for her.

She looked over at the bed of her roommate and saw that it was empty so there was no asking her best friend to take the warm blankets away from her, because to think that Ashlee was going to do that to herself was a ridiculous notion. But after ten minutes of continuously staring at the clock Ashlee knew that sleep wasn't going to come and so tentatively she pushed the blankets away until they were a pile on the floor. The air inside the bedroom wasn't cold, but compared to the warmth that had just been against her bare arms it was freezing and her toes curled before she even had them onto the floor. Penguin slippers sat on the floor and she slipped her feet into them, shuffling to the closet and grabbing an old, gray cardigan, pulling it over her head quickly. There was a stand-up mirror inside the door of her closet and Ashlee took in her appearance. Her hair, which had been braided while wet before she had gone to bed, was coming undone and sticking up in random places and the cardigan hung about her small frame like a giant sack. Admittedly, it looked like something a grandma would wear, but in the comfort of her own dorm, Ashlee didn't really care.

Another yawn escaped and she had the feeling that simply moving about wasn't going to help her wake up and she turned around, scooping up the thick comforters and dumped them onto her bed before pulling out clothes and getting dressed as quickly as possible. Pulling out the hair-tie, Ashlee brushed the braids out and ran her fingers through her hair, shaking them as she went. Loose curls fell about her face and shoulders, and once she decided that she didn't want to spend anymore time on her hair, she tossed her hairbrush into the closet. Turning around Ashlee looked at her bed and then gave a small huff, deciding that she would make her bed when she got back from waking up. It wasn't often that she left her bed unmade or went out without a little bit of makeup, but right now the only thing that she really wanted was coffee.

Grabbing her messenger bag, Ashlee double checked inside to make sure that her notebook was still inside, and then left the dorm. Her '07 VW Beetle sat in its parking spot and she got in as quickly as possible, shivering in the driver seat until the car finally started to warm up. She may have been born and raised in Maine, but Ashlee couldn't stand the cold winters and never did get use to them. The coffee shop wasn't all that far and it was surprisingly empty at the moment, a fact that she immediately took note of when she stepped inside. The second fact she noted? It was pleasantly warm and the smell of coffee wafted through the entire place. Even the smell was enough to clear some of the cobwebs away from her brain and Ashlee ordered a peppermint mocha before sitting down in a corner.

She pulled out her purple notebook and a pen whose cap was squished and covered in bite marks from whenever she was writing and thinking. Ashlee didn't open the notebook, but set it in front of her and placed her elbows on either side of it, her hot coffee in her hands as she just breathed. The lid was pressed against her lips and Ashlee kept it there, not quite taking a drink yet, waiting for it to cool before she did. There was a small "ding" as the door opened, indicating that someone else had come in, but she didn't turn to see who it was.

TAGGED: Anyone
WORDS: 8-2-0
OUTFIT: from THIS to THIS
NOTES: lame ending...but otherwise I kind of like this post lol

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'CAUSE BABY, YOU'RE A FIREWORK

[MARTHA MARIE MASON]

They say that a hero can save us
(Im not gonna stand here and wait)
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It was snowing. The eighteen year old's eyes fluttered open to the sight of snow drifting by her window. It was fairly light outside, the sun clearly have been up for a little while now. Marti blinked a few times, giving a small yawn as she studied the outside world for a moment. She then shifted slightly, subconsciously wondering why she felt so stiff and why her pillow was so hard. She considered this, laying there with her eyes closed for a few more seconds. It was only then that she came to the realization that she had fallen asleep at her desk the night before studying for an upcoming semester exam.

Marti opened her eyes once more at this realization. Slowly sitting up, she stretched and then glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the beds. Her bed was carefully made, her old laptop open and running on the bed where she'd left it the night before. Her small dog cuddled up on her pillows, snoring softly. The other bed left untouched. Marti was fortunate enough to not have a roommate at this time, but she new after the semester passed, she'd probably end up with one. The thought wasn't particularly inviting to Marti... but there really wasn't much she could do about it. She was just grateful to be here at all. And that Perkins, her puppy, was, more or less, allowed to stay with her. She couldn't ask for much more.

Lost in her thoughts, Marti stood up from the desk, stumbling for a second or two and then pausing to stretch. She was so sore from falling asleep at her desk... again. She made a note to take special care to not do that again. She wasn't sure how much more her body could take of her slumped over sleeping position. It was hard on her; she was always sore in the morning after doing so. However, lucky for her, today she had no classes to worry about and so it wouldn't matter too much that she felt awful.

Eying the small clock she had on the wall, Marti realized it was nearing 8:30. She had no idea what time she'd fallen asleep the night before, but she new it was late by how tired she seemed to feel. Holding back another yawn at the thought, Marti slowly made her way over to her suitcases of things. Even after all these months, Marti never bothered to fully unpack. When she came here, she'd brought few things. Her collection really hadn't grown much and she found no point in unpacking if this was just a temporary home for her and Perkins anyhow. It seemed like a waste. So, her clothes all lived neatly in her couple suitcases, which usually stayed near the closet just in case she ever decided to unpack.

Kneeling down, Marti quickly glanced through her choices for clothes. Then, she slid off her pajamas, and tossed the new outfit on. A small hand mirror that she kept on her night side table made it's way into her hand next, and Marti applied her usual very light coat of makeup. She ran her fingers through her hair next, debating on rather or not to do anything with it. It was still fairly straight, so she left it was, only running the comb through it once or twice. Then, she smiled slightly, happy for now.

After adjusting her contacts, and brushing her teeth, Marti grabbed her coat and her journal and then spoke a soft goodbye to Perkins. She then stepped out her door, making her way down the stairs and outside. She didn't currently have a car... or, really, any means of transportation. Marti felt that walking was better for her and, overall, drew less attention to herself. So, after debating on where she wanted to go, Marti started off down the street toward the local coffee shop. She really needed some caffeine to stay awake and maybe help with her stiff back.

It was about 10:00 when Marti arrived outside the small coffee store. She smiled slightly, the snow having stopped by this point. Pushing open the door, a soft chime echoed through the near-empty room. Only one or two people were in the building, and Marti found herself relieved at that. She ordered a French Vanilla cappuccino, and once it was ready, turned to skim the room for a place to sit. She spotted a familiar face in the back, looking down at a notebook. Marti hesitated for a second, and then took a few steps in that direction.

Ashlee. The girl was one of the few people that Marti had allowed herself to get somewhat close to since she moved to Friendship. Granted, Marti was still fairly cautious about what she told her... but, she was getting better. Marti hoped that Ashlee didn't think she was too standoff-ish. But, Marti was going to make somewhat of an effort today. "Good morning," She smiled softly, "Would you mind me joining you?" She shifted her weight slightly, standing nearby to the table the woman was at. Close enough so that she didn't seem to be talking to someone else, but far enough away that she could easily make an escape if Ashlee were to say no. Not that Marti figured she would, Ashlee was always a sweet girl to her.

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Tag: ashlee harley williams
Outfit: click
Notes: it’s been too long since i’ve role played. haha. =) hope this is alright.
Credits: Mellybelly @ Caution 2.0

[ASHLEE HARLEY WILLIAMS]

YOU JUST GOTTA IGNITE THE LIGHT
& let it shine
( J U S T O W N T H E N I G H T L I K E T H E F O U R T H O F J U L Y )
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The coffee was still against her lips and every time Ashlee breathed in through her nose she got the heavy wiff of coffee and peppermint that came from her cup. Finally, after having sat there for a couple of minutes in that same position, Ashlee tipped the coffee forward and sipped some of it, just a little, to make sure that it was cool enough not to burn her tongue. It was still hot but it wasn't scalding and she let the peppermint flavor settle onto her tongue for a moment before swallowing, letting the hot liquid slide its way down her throat. Her hands had gotten overly warm from holding onto the hot coffee cup and Ashlee finally set it down before picking up her pen and pulling the cap off, immediately setting it between her teeth so that she had something to chew on while she worked. It was a bad habit that people got after her for quite a bit, saying that it was bad for her teeth and that it could cause cavities or that a piece of plastic from the cap could come off and she might actually swallow it. Unfortunately for Ashlee, that last part had actually happened to her at one point.

Obviously it hadn't stopped her from chewing on her pen cap at all. Flipping open her notebook open to the first page Ashlee started to read over what she had written during the night and into the morning, making minor corrections here and there as she went along. It was amazing to her that when she was actually awake she made very few mistakes in her writing, yet when she was writing half asleep there were so many. Of course the fact that she was nearly asleep was a factor no matter what and it was only natural that she make a few mistakes here and there. She fixed sentences as she went, making them longer or shorter and completely crossing some out as she went. Had she been thinking this morning then Ashlee would have taken a red pen with her so that the black on black wasn't blending in with each other.

Reaching the end of where she had finally finished writing early in the morning and immediately started in on writing again, her brain automatically picking up where it left off. She got lost in her writing, ignoring the sounds of the people around her and periodically removing the cap from her mouth and taking another sip of her coffee. She wasn't sure how long she had been at it, but her brain didn't pick up on the woman who was standing nearby her table. Luckily part of her was paying attention to some of the noises and one voice seemed to be suddenly closer than the others had been. "Good morning." Ashlee blinked and looked up, looking at Marti and removing the pen cap from her mouth, a smile coming to her lips. "Good morning Marti," she returned.

"Would you mind me joining you?" Ashlee shook her head and immediately pulled her coffee towards her so that there was room for the other woman and her own items at the table. She pushed the opposite chair out with her foot, "of course not. I could use a little company before I end up completely losing myself in this essay." Ashlee set her pen down and leaned back, slinging one leg over the other as she took another small sip of her coffee, looking up at the younger woman. Ashlee had met her a little while ago and she was sweet, though a little bit quiet at times. Stand-offish wasn't necessarilly a word that Ashlee would use when it came to her personality since the more they hung out the warmer Marti became. But Ashlee remembered being like that before she was in high school and she also knew that pressuring the woman to be more open wouldn't do any good. "So are you writing anything for class or just for personal use?" she asked, nodding her head towards the journal that Marti carried.

TAGGED: Marti
WORDS: 6-8-6
OUTFIT: from THIS to THIS
NOTES: wa-la

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'CAUSE BABY, YOU'RE A FIREWORK

[MARTHA MARIE MASON]

They say that a hero can save us
(Im not gonna stand here and wait)
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Marti smiled warmly at Ashlee’s friendly reply. She carefully set her notebook and her coffee down on the table across from her friend and slid into the seat across from her. She couldn’t help but to giggle softly at Ashlee’s response. She knew how it was: you could so easily get lost in your writing. Even if it were an essay for school, Marti found herself so often getting absorbed in what she was doing. She often spent hours writing, and it only felt like minutes. It helped her to forget the rest on the world. Maybe that was why she liked Ashlee so much? They could relate in that aspect, and Ashlee never pushed her to tell her more than she wanted to. Marti liked that. She was sure that eventually she’d open up more to Ashlee… but, until she was ready, Ashlee didn’t pressure her.

”I know how that is,” Marti agreed softly, ”I get lost in what I’m writing, a lot. It’s so easy to do!”

[/color] Admitting this out loud felt really sheepish to Marti, but she knew Ashlee would get it. It was a writer thing. All other people just seemed to think they were crazy. But, oh well. Writing wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea…

”Oh, this?”[/color]Marti’s eyes instantly shifted down toward her notebook. It was blue –her favorite color. Originally it had been a gift from her grandparents… something that was supposed to be used to keep track of her things to do. It was one of the few gifts she’d actually brought along with her from Seattle… and for some reason Marti still used it. At first, she’d only done so since she really couldn’t afford much else… but now, she could. She guessed that she just gained some sentimental value to it. Shaking her head softly, Marti pulled her thoughts from her family and looked up at Ashlee. She shrugged in response to Ashlee’s question. ”A bit of both, I suppose. I mean, I write all the time for myself, but I’ve been looking for inspiration for my upcoming semester essay. I just like to keep my notebook with me so that, if I gain some inspiration, it’s here for me.”[/color]

Marti’s fingers played slightly on the strap of the notebook as her eyes glazed over to Ashlee’s work. ”And uh…your essay? Is it for school, or just because you’re like me and cant give up your notebook to save your life?”[/color] Marti giggled, grinning sheepishly as she asked this. She did enjoy hearing about other’s works, though. It usually helped her find some inspiration to try to improve herself.

Thinking this, Marti took a small sip of her coffee. It was a little cool now, so she was grateful to not burn her tongue. The last time she’d bought coffee, Marti had gotten absorbed in her writing. Without thinking the teen took a large drink of her coffee and ended up with a tongue that was scalded for the next week. Marti would like to think that she’d learned her lesson from that… but, it’d happened multiple times before. So, Marti was really just waiting for it to happen again. Sometimes she was a bit slow to learn her lesson about things like that. She couldn’t help but to wonder how she could be so cautious about most things… but then with things like burning herself, she was so careless. It didn’t make sense to her, but oh well. Everyone has those stupid moments, she supposed/


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Tag: ashlee harley williams
Outfit: click
Notes: sorry for the long delay on a reply! and the suck-y-ness of it. xD
Credits: Mellybelly @ Caution 2.0

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[ASHLEE HARLEY WILLIAMS]

YOU JUST GOTTA IGNITE THE LIGHT
& let it shine
( J U S T O W N T H E N I G H T L I K E T H E F O U R T H O F J U L Y )
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”I know how that is. I get lost in what I’m writing, a lot. It’s so easy to do!” Ashlee smiled at her and shifted in her seat slightly, sitting a little straighter when her tailbone began to complain about the pressure on it. Most people just found it odd that she actually enjoyed working on essays or writing at all since, for the most part, essays were the dreaded part of any homework assignment. But they had always come so easily to her that she didn't have any reason not to enjoy doing them; her main problem was the conclusions of any essay or creative writing assignment. There wasn't a particular reason, at least not one that she could come with off the top of her head, but that was just how she was. Maybe it was because she hated ending things? "Everyone thinks we're so weird because of it," she said, "but then the people like us always do really good on essays don't we?" It wasn't really a universal truth; people had their strengths and weaknesses when it came to certain types of writing, Ashlee was the type of person who figured that if you could focus then you could succeed.

”Oh, this?” Ashlee's attention was once again diverted to the notebook in Marti's possession and couldn't help but notice the matching pen. Her own purple notebook had a pen that had come with it, but unfortunately the senior had the horrible habit of losing her pens or letting people borrow them and forgetting to ask for them back. It was really the only reason that she had stuck with buying the cheap three dollar packages of pens because at least if she lost one of them it wouldn't be too big of a deal. ”A bit of both, I suppose. I mean, I write all the time for myself, but I’ve been looking for inspiration for my upcoming semester essay. I just like to keep my notebook with me so that, if I gain some inspiration, it’s here for me.” She gave an impressed nod and took a small sip of her coffee, coming to the slightly upsetting realization that it was starting to cool down. Thankfully peppermint mochas weren't the type of coffees that got disgusting if they got cold. "That's a great idea. I try to remember to take a notebook with me everywhere, but sometimes I forget. I have one sitting by my bed all the time."

Ashlee had found that sometimes a person's dreams could offer up some amazing inspiration if you could wake up and still remember most of the parts of it. ”And uh…your essay? Is it for school, or just because you’re like me and cant give up your notebook to save your life?” The senior gave a light laugh and tapped the open page with a pink painted nail, "this is an essay, though I have a couple personal writings in the back of it. I started working on it last night and amazed myself with a bunch of grammar mistakes." She couldn't help but smile despite the fact she had just admitted to making a bunch of mistakes. "I need to start remembering to bring different colored pens with me for when I correct my own work," she added, pointing to the mixed in corrections with her black pen. Her handwriting was clear enough and small enough that she could pick out her own writings, but there wasn't too much hope of anyone else being able to pick it out.

TAGGED: Marti
WORDS: 5-9-3
OUTFIT: THIS
NOTES: I am so sorry this took forever T.T

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'CAUSE BABY, YOU'RE A FIREWORK