Ashlyn "Ash" Davos

ash-thorn:

[unknown number]: never hear of him in my life. u do no that all angels actually wear clothes right? not cloth?

[unknown number]: also who is this? 

[Apparenlty an unkown number too] Ash-Thorn: This is Ash. The one fixing your car up…. And yes, I am very sure you all wear clothes. Nice fancy ones but I am sure this kid had something on a key chain that was a spitting image to a cloth matching your colors. Anyway, was only curious…. 

ash-thorn:

[unknown number]: never hear of him in my life. u do no that all angels actually wear clothes right? not cloth?

[unknown number]: also who is this? 

[Apparenlty an unkown number too] Ash-Thorn: This is Ash. The one fixing your car up.... And yes, I am very sure you all wear clothes. Nice fancy ones but I am sure this kid had something on a key chain that was a spitting image to a cloth matching your colors. Anyway, was only curious.... 

“Oh uh,” Benji shakes his head a little bit and shuffles back a step, “Nothing, I just. He gave me a ride home once, so I recognized the model.”

Ash seemed rather irritable, if not fairly generous in her offer of help, but Benji knows what his bank account looks like, knows he couldn’t pay her back anything close to soon. Being in debt to someone in Los Santos is not where Benji ever wants to be, so he pulls out his phone to text a friend to pick him up, and smiles as evenly as he can manage.

“That’s alright,” he says pointing to his bike, “Thanks for the offer but I uh. Tonight’s Sabbath and I gotta get back before dinner. I’ll uh. If I can’t bring my bike is it okay if I pick it up another time? I can like, hide it somewhere or something?” the more he takes in of Ash, the less and less he wants to let her pay him a favor. He almost used the homework excuse, before thinking better of admitting he was in high school.

Ash just stared at Benji a moment then nodded as he spoke. She looked a bit surprised at his comment about needing to get home. An Angel that was a teenager. Not uncommon for some young people to be in the gangs but he looked like he was fresh out of diapers. 

Watching him closely she realized finally how she must look to him. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair and relaxed some more. “Go ahead and sit it inside, I have no issues with you leaving it here until tomorrow. If you need another ride to get home I call ya a taxi, on me. No strings attached. You don’t look like you would hop on a motorcycle with some strange woman anyway.” She winks at him. 

Benji sighs, because yeah, he figured that was the case, but he’s still disappointed. His grandma’s gonna be pissed when he gets home. To drown his sorrows, he cracks the seal on the water bottle and downs half of it, then reseals it and stuffs it in the holder on his backpack.

“Yeah, that’s not really a surprise,” He says with a small smile, “Thanks for the water, and sorry to interrupt your work. I dunno if you have like a consultation fee or whatever but I’m Benji. I’ll let you get back to…” He flails his arm out toward the shop a bit and tucks his keys back into his pocket.

He’s picking up his bike and getting ready to haul his ass home when he remembers something from inside, “That car in there… It doesn’t belong to a Matthias Derrah-Hurton does it?”

Ash straightens into a standing position and eyes the motions of his hands and just stands there as he was getting ready to leave with his pitiful looking bike. She felt for the young man that was certain. She wasn’t running a charity and that was definitely what Wren would say too if she tried to just help the kid out. 

“No consultation fee for this. I was just coming back out here from being on a break, so you didn’t bother anything. Name’s Ash or Thorn.”  

She started to offer to fix his bike up even if she did run an auto repair shop and not a bike repair shop when he threw her off with the question of the car. She glanced over at Matthias’ new car and nodded. “Yep, that’s his. It’s gonna be a beauty when I am done with it.” She looked back at him and studies him curiously, “What’s it to you anyway?” 

She leaned against the building with her arms crossed. she had her normal attire on which was an oil stained tank top, blue oil stained jumpsuit with the arms tied around her waist. It helped when she was really getting busy up to her elbows but not when they weren’t really needed. 

Sighing she rolled her eyes, “Listen, I will help you fix your bike and you can pay me for it. I will even give ya a ride home.” She glared at him slightly knowing that the Angels had money but for some reason this kid rode a bicycle... why a bicycle, why not a car, or a motorcycle?..... Well, if he didn’t have the money than she would have him owe her. 

“Oh thanks,” He mumbled as he takes the water bottle and looks back at the door. Benji rubs a hand against his neck to calm his nerves, grimacing at the sweat that catches in his hair. God he hates summer, “Yeah, I mean I don’t know what else to do really. Maybe if I have a way to cool down the tires I’ll be able to make it home?”

He heads back outside, staring sadly at the sinking tires and tries not to think too hard about how hot the metal must be right now. And to think, just last week there was a huge rain storm. Why couldn’t he have broken down in that? At least he likes walking in rain, even if it did kinda raise the laundry bill. Absently, he pulls out his set of keys to unlock the bike lock, forgetting entirely the maroon cloth tied to them.

The Angels had given it to him to signify he’s belonging to the gang, but he’d absolutely refused to wear any of their upper class clothes they dressed themselves in, and none of his regular clothing really went with a silk pocket square. So he’d ended up tying it to his keys, for safe keeping, and because it was easy to whip out if he was getting shaken down.

Ash watched the boy feeling for him a bit. She had been there once upon a time, feeling as if everything was against you, including the world itself. She shrugged at his question, “I don’t think that will help that much if the tires are already melting due to the heat.”

When he headed back outside her normal thoughts were to just let him go as there wasn’t much she could do for a bicycle. But, hell, what if she had something for them too… “What the fuck do people have to have fucking disgusting consciences…. Mine already got me in so much trouble today as it is….” She mumbled to herself.

Growling at herself she stomped out after him hating hers right now. Cursing that inner voice if it led her into another fucked up situation. She knew Wren would eventually come around and be okay with her again, she hoped. But now the kid? What the hell was this going to do for her today?

The brunette made her way outside after Benji in time to see him looking down at his keys. She groaned internally…. She then focused on the bike and cringed at it. “What the hell have you done with this poor thing…. Please tell me that one of your fellow members hit someone over the head with it cause that would at least explain so much.” She crouched down to get a better look at the tires knowing that her thoughts were correct, they were toast.

Ash was done with beating out the dents in the cars and had decided to take a break. She was just coming out of the bathroom drying her hands on a clean, albeit stained, rag as exited the small hole in the wall when she heard the voice calling out. She raised an eyebrow at him then glanced outside and back at him obviously not seeing a new car so she was trying to figure out why this teen was here exactly. “Need something?” She asked as she threw the towel onto the work bench and stopped near her duffel bag. 

The kid looked tired, sweaty and maybe a bit down on his luck though she wasn’t in too good a mood herself. She had just pissed off Wren, and striking out on trying to be the woman’s friend. She was a tough nut to crack that was for sure. 

She sighed at him realizing that she probably couldn’t get away with calling him a kid as he looked closer to her age than an actual younger teen. Taking pity on him, she walked over to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. She offered one to him before opening and taking a long pull of her own before looking back at him expectantly.  

Ash internally sighs, Why the hell do all the cute ones need her now. Where the hell were they in high school damn it?! And why the hell does she end up on the bad side of those she may just like. 

The woman who comes out of the back is intimidating to say the least, and he vaguely recognizes her from the files he swiped off the Angels’ computer the last time he was at HQ, which meant she was in another gang from around the city. It didn’t bode well for him, but seeing as his bike was currently gluing itself to the asphalt outside her shop, he didn’t have much more of an option than to continue forward.

Backing up a step she continued to study him as she mentally tried to relax a bit hoping it would make him a bit more comfortable. “Yeah, I have something that would definitely inflate tires, but if they are melting as you say they are that may not help.” She sighs then sits her water bottle down on the bench, “At least show it to me so I can see if I am able to help you out at all.” She took in his appearance, and assumed he meant the non-motor variety. 

@ash-thorn

It’s so hot. Benji hates September in southern California, especially on this disgusting island. His bike broke down ten minutes ago, tires almost half melted into the sidewalk, and he’s going to be late for Sabbath dinner, which he knows his grandma hates him missing. He hates missing it, dammit.

He sighs, gearing up to just abandon the stupid thing, when he spots a sign for a car shop a block down. It’s a long shot, he doubts they carry stuff for bicycles, but maybe they have a vending machine and he can grab water before the four mile walk back to his house.

The interior of the shop is blessedly cool, and he sighs in relief when he props his bike up outside and wanders hesitantly in. There’s no vending machine, which sucks, but a minute’s reprieve from the hellish heat is already doing wonders for him. Benji doesn’t see anyone wandering around, but there are several cars lined up, and a roughly patched work bench in the corner.

The kid looked tired, sweaty and maybe a bit down on his luck though she wasn’t in too good a mood herself. She had just pissed off Wren, and striking out on trying to be the woman’s friend. She was a tough nut to crack that was for sure. 

She sighed at him realizing that she probably couldn’t get away with calling him a kid as he looked closer to her age than an actual younger teen. Taking pity on him, she walked over to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. She offered one to him before opening and taking a long pull of her own before looking back at him expectantly.  

@wren-pop

[Ash-Thorn]: Heading down to the docks to actually make some money for us. 

wren-pop:

ash-thorn:

Wren has been fuming for a few days when she makes her way to Ash’s garage. She’d tried her best to maintain a sense of calm, tried to think rationally through the events of that night, but every time she thinks about what she could have, should have done differently, she ends up seeing red. There’s already several broken pieces of furniture piling up in a corner of the client room, and the news has spoken for her on the sudden rise of VU aggression and activity.

Honestly, Wren thinks she’s earned a little reckless behavior. After being calm and collected during the Fire Nation situation, after losing half her gang, after having Red fucking run away from her when she’d tried to extend a hand. How much was one girl expected to take before she turned into a serial killer? About this much, she thinks as she all but rips open the door to Ash’s garage.

She’s covered in blood, she knows, splatters of it across her white shirt and coating her shoes. There may or may not be literal brain pieces littering the cuff of her skinny jeans. She throws the heavy knife she’d been carrying onto one of Ash’s workbenches and hops up next to it, glaring pointedly at Matthias’ car and wishing she could set it on fire and throw it into their stupid fucking golden apartment building. Wren really fucking hates the Angels right now.

“Ashlyn,” She says, snaps really, “How’d things go with Mamoru?”

Ash jerks away from the car she was starting on and goes for the tire iron she had laying near both Matthias’ and her new car. No one yanked the door to the garage opened like that not unless they were there for trouble. She spun around holding the weapon high ready to attack the would be intruder until she realized it was just a very bloody very psycho like pissed off Wren.

She looks over at the VU’s ‘fearless’ leader, not sure if that is the right word at the moment, and drops her arm to her side letting the tire iron clatter to the floor. She stood there a moment studying the small Korean woman closely before she finally moved her feet into action and went over and locked up the door to the garage. They didn’t need anyone else just walking in there that was sure, unless they were VU. She made sure the makeshift curtain, nothing more than an old drop cloth, was covering the window so no passerby could just look in.

Letting the bark of her name and the question fall into the pit of silence in the garage, Ash went over and grabbed a clean rag out of the storage space and went toward Wren. Normally, she would offer help to cleaning up someone as bloodied up as Wren was, but she was a bit concerned she might not be accepted at that moment.

taking a deep breath, she exhaled as she went and got her creeper chair and sat down in it making her a little lower than the woman sitting on the bench. She tilted her head slightly then offered the rag over to Wren, “I suppose a might better than your dealings tonight.” Her head went back to straight position and watched the petite woman in front of her. “Considering I went out on the town to enjoy life tonight I wasn’t dressed to carry tire irons on my person, so no bloodied up new guy tonight, on my end at least. He is here because Kenta told him that we, Kenta’s friends, the gangs, needed a doctor that we could trust in case we ever get in that way again. He is here to play experimental doctor on some of the ‘sheep’ in the town but leaving kids and us alone.”

Leaning back she really eyed Wren closer, “Not gonna lie Wren, you look a bit like shit. Maybe you should go wash up some.”

Mamoru listened and nodded “dont worry animals, and children are not to be touched. I made that vow long ago. Plus seeing a terrified child….. I dunno ot makes me want to protect them like a wolf protecting its pups.” he turned to look back out at the sea before standing up straight rubbing his eyes and yawning. “yeah ill bring some over some time im sure kenta would like to see you. Hes been expressing how much he misses his friends around here. And take care if you need me call kenta. If theres a strange man stalking you call kenta. Those tend to be the best exparaments.” He waved back before walking down the peir back into the shadows