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@ashdaviss
moodboard { ash & jude } @ashdaviss

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judegolightlyâ:
( &&. Ashton + Jude )
Jude sat at a small round table, tucked off into the corner of the cafe. She had the frilliest iced coffee imaginable in one hand and a trashy romance novel in the other. Her attention continuously flipped from the pages to the door of the little bookshop cafe combo. Ash was supposed to be meeting her here any minute. The two had hit it off at the mansion party. One of the only interesting people Jude stumbled into the entire evening. Except for the girl who sold her shrooms of course.
A human of all things in Shadowfalls and Jude was excited to learn more about her life growing up. The bell chimes over head and she sees her enter. âAsh!â Jude calls, waves her hand in the air. âOrder something and come sit!â She yells across the entire cafe, unconcerned with the glares thrown her way.
As she stepped into the familiar, quaint little cafe and bookstore, Ashton was immediately greeted by the sound of Judeâs voice from across the cafe. Ash quickly waved back to the witch who had already snagged them a table, before stepping up to the counter to put in her order. She had found an unlikely friend the night of the Manor Party in the form of Jude Golightly. Even surprised to realize that the Golightly witch was equally interested in learning about her own past.Â
With her black coffee and a dash of milk in hand, Ashton finally joined the witch at their table. Sliding into the seat across from Jude, Ash set her bag down beside her chair on the floor. Tucked inside was her trusty laptop, that had certainly seen better days, and her almost just as tattered journal. Her eyes flicked to the cheesy romance book in the otherâs hands before up to Judeâs face, and a teasing grin tugged at the corners of her lips. âLord of Scoundrels,â the journalist read the title aloud with a little wiggle of her brows. âSounds steamy.âÂ
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-- â mama said burn your biographies r e w r i t e your history light up your wildest dreams â
hus-sara:
( &&. Ashton + Sara )
Sara let out a low whistle. âSwanky ass place. Maybe a bit stuffy. But hey the alcohol is flowing!â A waiter passed her carrying a tray of Champaign flutes, Sara swiped one and took a sip. âCourse if alcohol ainât quite your speed, Iâve got plenty of other stuff you can try.â She lifted her black purseâ small but filled to the brim with baggies and tables of unmentionables. Saraâs goal was to empty it out and by the end of the night have a nice wad of cash to carry out.
âYou could say that again,â Ashton muttered in agreement. Her little one-bedroom apartment paled in comparison to the sprawling estate of the mansion. It was hard not to get swept up in the glitz and glamor of it all, but Ash couldn't afford to get distracted tonight. Her boss was expecting an update, and she had yet to find a reliable lead within the city. The journalist had begun to lose hope, but in just moments, it looked as though her luck had finally turned around. âWhat all do you have?â Ashton asked the other woman curiously, her dark eyes flicking between the small purse and the wicked grin tugging at the other's lips.Â

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( &&. Ashton + Jude // @judegolightlyâ )
Ash made a living poking her nose where it didnât belong, asking questions that people were too afraid to ask, and sneaking into places she wasnât supposed to be. So, the journalist had little to no trouble dodging the mansionâs security and staff to explore the depths of the elaborate estate. Roounding a corner at the end of one of the long corridors, Ash hadnât been expecting to run straight into another person. She narrowly avoided falling right on her ass, and she quickly reached out to steady the person she had nearly knocked over. âShit, my bad! You would think with how massive this place is, it would be easier to find a bathroom.âÂ
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Task Three: Manor Party Outfit
Ashton has her own agenda for attending tonight's party. Originally, she had no intention of joining in on the festivities. Ash would have been perfectly content on just staying in her little apartment for the night with a bottle of wine and True Crime. But, tonight is the perfect opportunity to finally find a lead for her story. What better time to poke around for secrets when inhibitions are lowered? Unlike the vast majority of party-goers in attendance, Ashton is solely here for work -- so thatâs what sheâs telling herself at least.Â
Her outfit for the evening is sleek and chic. Ashton adamantly refused to wear a dress for the occasion, and instead opted for a neutral, brown pantsuit and with a black bandeau. Itâs her intention to blend in with the crowd tonight, so her jewelry and makeup are kept minimal, and her dark brown locks fall down her back in loose waves.Â
cal-roberts:Â
( &&. Ashton + Callum )
âCare to make this more interesting?â Calâs thick brows rose as he faced his opponent. Try as he might to look intimidating, a small smirk was tugging at the corners of his lips. âWe could make bets on whoâs going to win. Oooooor we could up the stakes.â
Ash raised a single, arched brow at the question. Making deals with supernaturals with risky, some werenât as forgiving as others, but even with the risk, her competitive nature and curiosity won out in the end over her caution. âWhat kind of stakes are we talking about?â Ashton asked with a small tilt of her head as she balanced her weight on the pool cue in her hands.
sweetlike-cxndy:
( &&. Ashton + Candy )
âLooks like a good bunch tonight,â Candy commented offhand, turning as she walked to check out a particularly bulked up fighter as he passed her by. Sheâd been spending more time at the Inferno Pit lately, and her ability to read auras gave her a little bit of an edge when it came to placing bets. Pausing next to a bookie, she smiled widely. âIâll put fifty on the little guy⌠he looks scrappy. And who doesnât love an underdog?â
The hair along the back of her neck stood on end as she took her fist step inside the Inferno Pit. Ashton had heard whispers, rumors of the violence that went on in what essentially was supernatural fight club. She shouldnât have been here. Every fiber of her mortal being was telling her to turn around, to get out of there while she still could, but Ash pushed down the innate fear rising inside of her. She had to check this place out for herself. As she stepped farther into the building, dark eyes flicked to where a woman was placing bets with the bookie. âIâll add another fifty on top of that,â Ash spoke up. âI have a soft spot for the underestimated.â
jacqdubois:
( &&. Ashton + Jacques )
âSo this is how the younger half lives?â Jacques canât help but inspect, a mildly amused smirk on his lips. Unlike the rest of its inhabitants, Jacques wasnât at the Indulgence for the scantily-clad dancers or the lukewarm food. He simply wanted to see how the younger generations of vampires lived. Based on his surroundings, better than he expected. Although, the choice to turn a strip club as a veil for a feeding den felt plebeian. Still, it was better than he expected. âHaving a good time?â He glances to his right, pointing towards the stage. âOr are you just here for the music?â
Her job had pushed her out of her comfort zone more times than she could count, but thisâŚthis was a whole new level of uncomfortable. Even before she had come to Shadowfalls, Ashton had never stepped foot inside of a strip club before. The rumors of what lurked below the club where what drew her in, not the dancers or prospect of getting laid. She was wildly out of place, surrounded by scantily dressed performers and people so open and in tune with their sensuality. Ash tore her gaze from the stage to peer at the person who had spoken up beside her. âOh, Iâm having a blast,â she tried to make her answer convincing, but she couldnât even believe her own voice. One look at her and anyone could tell how wildly uncomfortable the journalist was inside the depths of Indulgence.

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shadesof-sage:
( &&. Ashton + Sage )
âItâs an abstract piece, itâs supposed to look like whatever you see,â Sage answered, tilting her head to try and see the giraffe with a⌠well, there it was. She wasnât going to be able to unsee that now. âYou might prefer something from our pop art collection, this way,â Sage waved for her to follow her to the other end of the warehouse.
Ashton trailed after the woman as she led her deeper into the warehouse turned gallery space, and her dark eyes wandered the displays and artwork they passed along the way. She hadnât been born with anything remotely close to an artistic bone in her body. In fact, art had been the only subject in high school she had nearly failed. All because she couldnât draw hands. âAre you a curator for the gallery?â Ash asked the other curiously, moving to catch up with her the moment she realized she had fallen behind.Â
( &&. Ashton + Lennox // @lennox-bishop )
In the short time she had been in the city, Bishopâs Books and Brews had quickly become her favorite place within Shadowfalls. The hybrid coffee shop and bookstore had the perfect atmosphere for getting work done and not to mention the best cup of coffee she had ever had in her twenty-three years of life. Sitting at her usual spot near the back of the shop, Aston enjoyed a hot cup of coffee and blueberry muffin while relentlessly scribbling notes in her journal.Â
She had yet to find a reliable lead for her story. It was hard to find a single soul that would entertain the thought of speaking with her for longer than a few moments. The distrust and general hatred for humans ran deep within the citizens of Shadowfalls -- and rightfully so -- but Ashton desperately wished to prove to someone, anyone, she was different that the vast majority of the mortal public.Â
( &&. Ashton + Sage // @shadesof-sageâ )
Today marked her second full week within the city walls of Shadowfalls. She had spent the majority of the past two weeks just unpacking and settling into her new little apartment, reassuring her worried parents she was fine. They had not been to keen on their only daughter moving to a designated supernatural city, where her presence was anything but welcome â but Ashton was a stubborn and spirited thing. When she set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.
Ash had yet to explore Shadowfalls in its entirety, so her day was wholly dedicated to exploring the city she now called home. Somehow, she had found herself in a local art gallery, peering at an abstracted painting with a cocked head and raised brow. Dark eyes flicked to the person beside her, âIs it supposed to look like a giraffe with a mustache?â
--Â â a little daring do â
(zendaya, 23, cisfemale, bisexual, human) Oh, look, (ashton davis) finally showed up in Shadowfalls. (she) has lived here (two weeks) and works as an (investigative journalist). Everyone says they are (dedicated & empathetic), but if you cross them they can be (critical & impulsive). When you think of (ashton), you think of (the first sip of coffee after pulling an all-nighter, scuffed converse thundering down the pavement, and a rugged journal filled with messy handwriting only one person could possibly understand).
( hi everyone itâs birb with my first brain child! here is my my scrappy little journalist! if you would like to plot, please feel free to hit me up here through tumblr or on discord )

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(zendaya, 23, cisfemale, bisexual, human) Oh, look, (ASHTON DAVIS) finally showed up in Shadowfalls. (SHE) has lived here (TWO WEEKS) and works as an (INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST). Everyone says they are (DEDICATED & EMPATHETIC), but if you cross them they can be (CRITICAL & IMPULSIVE). When you think of (ASHTON), you think of (the first sip of coffee after pulling an all-nighter, scuffed converse thundering down the pavement, and a rugged journal filled with messy handwriting only one person could possibly understand). (ooc: Birb, 22, she/her, est, no triggers)
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