Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 15:59:53 GMT -5
ASHTON R. LEBEAUX
TWENTY-THREE - TATTOO ARTIST - LOCAL - SKYE SWEETNAM
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Online Dating Profile
My full name is Ashton Rylie LeBeaux. Don’t laugh, it’s the name my mother picked out for me when she thought she was having twin boys. I mean, I’m 23, I could have changed it by now, but what’s the point? I mainly go by Ash anyway, and if people think it’s short for Ashley or Ashlynn who am I to correct them? My entire family calls me Ash anyway. I used to get so heated when I was in high school over my name, but I’ve come to terms with it.
I’m 23 years old, born December 18th. My brother, Aiden, was born at 3am and I was born at 5am. Funny thing is I’ve been waking up at 5am for as long as I can remember. Fun fact, I’m ambidextrous, I use both hands for a lot of things, and I’ve got writing and drawing with both down to a goddamn art form.
I guess I’m your average looking girl. For New York anyway. I’m 5”6 and I don’t think you even want to ask me how much I weigh in these boots. My hair changes every week and a half dude, get used to it. Right now it’s blue, but it could be blonde or purple by next week. I’ve got a bit of an athletic build, a swimmers build I guess you’d call it. I’m definitely no hourglass, big hipped, bimbo. My eyes are blue, but I’ve got colorued contacts for when blue doesn’t really suit me. I’m young looking enough to still get carded at clubs though, a royal pain in my ass if you ask me. I guess my favourite part of myself has to be my lips, they’re so goddman kissable! I’ve got a few tattoos here and there, only from the best of the best. I wouldn’t let a newb tattoo me, that’d be a major fuck up on my part. I prefer dressing punk rock, jeans, ripped clothes, band tees, boots and leather. It varies daily. Occasionally you’ll see me in like an alternative pinup girl getup, but that’s only for special occasions
My family has always been well off, not money bags or anything but definitely better off than most. The tattoo shop I work at pays really well. I guess with the rising popularity and the talk of a TV show I might be getting a raise.
I was born in Brooklyn but moved to Manhattan for school and work, no big deal right? I’ve got a cushy studio apartment, which is just enough room for me and my kitten Nyx, she’s a real good judge of character… and by that I mean she hates everyone but me.
If I had to describe my personality I’d say I was stubborn. I’m not closed minded but I am st in my ways, you won’t be changing my mind easily or making me do anything I don’t want to do. I have a bit of a temper but I’ve made it manageable, therapy helped a lot with that. I guess I’m weird because I wake up at 5am and only drink cold coffee. Can’t really tell you much there. I like to debate, not argue but debate things with people. Call me the devils advocate, because I like getting all the details from every angle. If I didn’t want to be a tattoo artist I’d definitely be a journalist.
When I get frustrated with people I’m close to it tends to trigger my tear ducts. I hate crying, it’s a moment of weakness I’d never share with anyone… I don’t like showing off my vulnerable side. If you really want to know more about me, it’d probably be best to actually see me in person, chat with me and the like. I’m different with everyone.
Ash's worst memory
Ash didn’t know why she was still staring at her computer screen. She just kept reading the scandelizer post over and over again. Her chest tightened and you could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, her usually neat hair was a mess and her hands trembled whenever she scrolled down the screen. Her heart felt like a lump in her chest. She couldn’t feel a thing anymore. Why was she even crying? Ben wasn’t worth her tears but that really hurt, especially finding out through the scandelizer instead form Ben. She didn’t think she wanted to face people after this, she just wanted to stay holed up in her room forever but that was just letting the scandelizer get to her. She had to prove to everyone that she didn’t care about Ben, and that she didn’t care what other people thought.
Ash tore through her clothes. Looking for a dress, for something she could wear tonight. She needed to go, to forget about Ben. To forget about everything. Ash realized it never would have worked anyways. Ben was a Jock, Ash was pretty much a loner. He had his image to maintain and Ash... Ash wasn’t part of it. Ash found a shirt that one of her aunts had sent her for her birthday but she never wore it because it showed too much skin. It was perfect. It would also fall apart with one swift pull of a string. Ash needed to untie and unlace it to put in on properly but that was fine with her. She threw it on her bed as she rummaged around for her black miniskirt. It was ruffled and showed quite a bit of thigh when worn but ash didn’t care, it was perfect to. She pulled out a pair of lacy stockings from her drawer and threw them on her bed two. She already had a pair of heels sitting at the base of her bed. She walked towards the shower pulling her messy hair out of the ponytail it was currently in.
Ash took extra long in the shower. Making sure she shaved, washed everywhere, made sure her face was cool and any old makeup was washed away. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked better than before she showered. Her eyes weren’t as puffy, her hair looked manageable. Attacking it with a brush and hair dryer Ash was already getting ready to go out. Where? She didn’t know, she just needed to get out. To feel something. She felt really empty right now and she needed to feel something. When her hair finally dried it looked rather good, like one of those models from the hair dye commercials good. She smiled at herself but it looked pained. Ash ran out to get dressed.
When she had all her clothes on Ash walked back into the bathroom with a pair of hoop earrings in her hand. She had on quite a few bracelets and a black ribbon choker was nestled around her neck. She found her eye shadow, liner and mascara ash she began doing up her makeup. When she was finished with her eyes he used a bright red colour on her lips making them look kissable. She added some clear gloss to make them shine. Ash barely recognized herself in the mirror when she was finished. Putting her earrings in She took one last look and decided it was time to go out. She should probably call someone and tell them where she was going just in case she didn’t come back to the dorm after. It’s not like she had tons of friends she could even calls. Ben? No chance in hell. Maybe Jimmy... At least he might go out with her. Right now Ash just wanted to go out, get drunk and be near people. If she was alone, she’d be numb and the feeling was killing her. She decided to text Jimmy to see if he wanted to go with her. She’d pay for drinks. She had a cash stuffed in her bra anyways. She didn’t feel like carrying around a purse and shoving a wallet somewhere would just be uncomfortable. She also managed to put her phone in her bra and it didn’t even look noticeable
Sighing as she walked out the door she didn’t care if anyone noticed her. They’d just ignore her or gawk because of the Scandelizer. Ash had fake ID in her too. She had that clutched in her hand. It was really well made and she’d gotten into Celcius twice thanks to it. She was going to have to wait in line. Right now Ash really did look 18 so maybe she’d get lucky. The bouncers always check ID so she doubted it. Either way she was going out to forget not to remember. The wait in line wasn’t that bad. The Bouncer was letting people go in with a quick look at the ID, nothing serious enough to make her worried. When it got to her, she showed her ID and he let her through. Easy as pie right? As soon as Ash was in the lights and music hit her. She almost recoiled back into her closed off self until she noticed the bar. She made a bee-line towards it and ordered something fruity but still alcoholic.
Her head hurt but as soon as she took a sip from the drink the bartender got her she started feeling better. Ash didn’t know her tolerance level and she hoped it wasn’t high. Downing the rest of her drink Ash stayed at the bar. She wanted to let the drink set in before she moved onto the dance floor. She was aware she looked rather... slutty in her outfit and if someone grabbed the strings of her shirt and pulled it would fall off but she didn’t care. She wasn’t in a very caring mood, she just needed to feel again.
My full name is Ashton Rylie LeBeaux. Don’t laugh, it’s the name my mother picked out for me when she thought she was having twin boys. I mean, I’m 23, I could have changed it by now, but what’s the point? I mainly go by Ash anyway, and if people think it’s short for Ashley or Ashlynn who am I to correct them? My entire family calls me Ash anyway. I used to get so heated when I was in high school over my name, but I’ve come to terms with it.
I’m 23 years old, born December 18th. My brother, Aiden, was born at 3am and I was born at 5am. Funny thing is I’ve been waking up at 5am for as long as I can remember. Fun fact, I’m ambidextrous, I use both hands for a lot of things, and I’ve got writing and drawing with both down to a goddamn art form.
I guess I’m your average looking girl. For New York anyway. I’m 5”6 and I don’t think you even want to ask me how much I weigh in these boots. My hair changes every week and a half dude, get used to it. Right now it’s blue, but it could be blonde or purple by next week. I’ve got a bit of an athletic build, a swimmers build I guess you’d call it. I’m definitely no hourglass, big hipped, bimbo. My eyes are blue, but I’ve got colorued contacts for when blue doesn’t really suit me. I’m young looking enough to still get carded at clubs though, a royal pain in my ass if you ask me. I guess my favourite part of myself has to be my lips, they’re so goddman kissable! I’ve got a few tattoos here and there, only from the best of the best. I wouldn’t let a newb tattoo me, that’d be a major fuck up on my part. I prefer dressing punk rock, jeans, ripped clothes, band tees, boots and leather. It varies daily. Occasionally you’ll see me in like an alternative pinup girl getup, but that’s only for special occasions
My family has always been well off, not money bags or anything but definitely better off than most. The tattoo shop I work at pays really well. I guess with the rising popularity and the talk of a TV show I might be getting a raise.
I was born in Brooklyn but moved to Manhattan for school and work, no big deal right? I’ve got a cushy studio apartment, which is just enough room for me and my kitten Nyx, she’s a real good judge of character… and by that I mean she hates everyone but me.
If I had to describe my personality I’d say I was stubborn. I’m not closed minded but I am st in my ways, you won’t be changing my mind easily or making me do anything I don’t want to do. I have a bit of a temper but I’ve made it manageable, therapy helped a lot with that. I guess I’m weird because I wake up at 5am and only drink cold coffee. Can’t really tell you much there. I like to debate, not argue but debate things with people. Call me the devils advocate, because I like getting all the details from every angle. If I didn’t want to be a tattoo artist I’d definitely be a journalist.
When I get frustrated with people I’m close to it tends to trigger my tear ducts. I hate crying, it’s a moment of weakness I’d never share with anyone… I don’t like showing off my vulnerable side. If you really want to know more about me, it’d probably be best to actually see me in person, chat with me and the like. I’m different with everyone.
Ash's worst memory
Ash didn’t know why she was still staring at her computer screen. She just kept reading the scandelizer post over and over again. Her chest tightened and you could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, her usually neat hair was a mess and her hands trembled whenever she scrolled down the screen. Her heart felt like a lump in her chest. She couldn’t feel a thing anymore. Why was she even crying? Ben wasn’t worth her tears but that really hurt, especially finding out through the scandelizer instead form Ben. She didn’t think she wanted to face people after this, she just wanted to stay holed up in her room forever but that was just letting the scandelizer get to her. She had to prove to everyone that she didn’t care about Ben, and that she didn’t care what other people thought.
Ash tore through her clothes. Looking for a dress, for something she could wear tonight. She needed to go, to forget about Ben. To forget about everything. Ash realized it never would have worked anyways. Ben was a Jock, Ash was pretty much a loner. He had his image to maintain and Ash... Ash wasn’t part of it. Ash found a shirt that one of her aunts had sent her for her birthday but she never wore it because it showed too much skin. It was perfect. It would also fall apart with one swift pull of a string. Ash needed to untie and unlace it to put in on properly but that was fine with her. She threw it on her bed as she rummaged around for her black miniskirt. It was ruffled and showed quite a bit of thigh when worn but ash didn’t care, it was perfect to. She pulled out a pair of lacy stockings from her drawer and threw them on her bed two. She already had a pair of heels sitting at the base of her bed. She walked towards the shower pulling her messy hair out of the ponytail it was currently in.
Ash took extra long in the shower. Making sure she shaved, washed everywhere, made sure her face was cool and any old makeup was washed away. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked better than before she showered. Her eyes weren’t as puffy, her hair looked manageable. Attacking it with a brush and hair dryer Ash was already getting ready to go out. Where? She didn’t know, she just needed to get out. To feel something. She felt really empty right now and she needed to feel something. When her hair finally dried it looked rather good, like one of those models from the hair dye commercials good. She smiled at herself but it looked pained. Ash ran out to get dressed.
When she had all her clothes on Ash walked back into the bathroom with a pair of hoop earrings in her hand. She had on quite a few bracelets and a black ribbon choker was nestled around her neck. She found her eye shadow, liner and mascara ash she began doing up her makeup. When she was finished with her eyes he used a bright red colour on her lips making them look kissable. She added some clear gloss to make them shine. Ash barely recognized herself in the mirror when she was finished. Putting her earrings in She took one last look and decided it was time to go out. She should probably call someone and tell them where she was going just in case she didn’t come back to the dorm after. It’s not like she had tons of friends she could even calls. Ben? No chance in hell. Maybe Jimmy... At least he might go out with her. Right now Ash just wanted to go out, get drunk and be near people. If she was alone, she’d be numb and the feeling was killing her. She decided to text Jimmy to see if he wanted to go with her. She’d pay for drinks. She had a cash stuffed in her bra anyways. She didn’t feel like carrying around a purse and shoving a wallet somewhere would just be uncomfortable. She also managed to put her phone in her bra and it didn’t even look noticeable
Sighing as she walked out the door she didn’t care if anyone noticed her. They’d just ignore her or gawk because of the Scandelizer. Ash had fake ID in her too. She had that clutched in her hand. It was really well made and she’d gotten into Celcius twice thanks to it. She was going to have to wait in line. Right now Ash really did look 18 so maybe she’d get lucky. The bouncers always check ID so she doubted it. Either way she was going out to forget not to remember. The wait in line wasn’t that bad. The Bouncer was letting people go in with a quick look at the ID, nothing serious enough to make her worried. When it got to her, she showed her ID and he let her through. Easy as pie right? As soon as Ash was in the lights and music hit her. She almost recoiled back into her closed off self until she noticed the bar. She made a bee-line towards it and ordered something fruity but still alcoholic.
Her head hurt but as soon as she took a sip from the drink the bartender got her she started feeling better. Ash didn’t know her tolerance level and she hoped it wasn’t high. Downing the rest of her drink Ash stayed at the bar. She wanted to let the drink set in before she moved onto the dance floor. She was aware she looked rather... slutty in her outfit and if someone grabbed the strings of her shirt and pulled it would fall off but she didn’t care. She wasn’t in a very caring mood, she just needed to feel again.
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