Deposited rudely. /for Neil/

[Ashlyn Martin-Megall]

Ashlyn Danielle Martin/Megall clibbed out of the white and yellow taxi with a grumble. She fanned a hand in front of her nose to try and wave away the stench. If she had to ride one more minute in that rank smelling man's company, she would have had to scream. Moving to the trunk, she waited for the cabbie to get out of the car and open the trunk lid for her. The man rambled on about how nice it was in the area, and that she was really going to like it here. Ash rolled her eyes. "Yeah, thanks..." she was getting frusterated. This guy smelled as if he had forty pigeons cramed down his pants.

Trying not to breath, Ash took hold of the two bags she had brought with her in one hand, and her skateboard was snatched by the other hand. Thankfully the man had been paid when he had picked her up. The man bid her a farewell, and she merely waved him off with her skateboard. Taking a few steps out of the way, Ash watched the taxi drive off. Scarlette, mom, had said she would call Neil to tell him he had something to pick up at the park. But Ash wondered exactly how much mom would tell him. And...what he would do or say when he saw her there.

Ashlyn knew what Neil looked like, so she was not worried so much about that. She would be able to pick him out of just about any crowd. Hell she had better be able to anyway, she had stared at his picture for the drive there. She wanted to be sure she would not miss him, because no doubt he did not know what she looked like. Ashlyn did not know whether mom, Scarlett, had sent him any pictures of her or not. Glancing around, a heavy sigh was given as she looked for a bench.

Upon finding one, Ashlyn adjusted her bags, and started toward the bench. Yeah, the park was pretty, and by the sounds of it, there was a skate park nearby too. Fabulous. That would give her something to do during her stay here. Plopping down on the bench, Ashlyn set her bags down beside the bench, her skateboard on top of those bags."I wonder how long I will have to wait here?" she asked herself as she crossed her left leg over her right one.

[.//neil MEGALL;]

The phone call had been unexpected. But appreciated, he supposed. He hadn't met the new girl, not once. His mother had explained that his father was just not reacting well. No surprise there. Robert was just an asshole. He didn't like anyone. Neil was nicer. Neil liked everyone.
Her name was Ashlyn. He'd been sent a picture via email, and he had printed it. It was even still in the back pocket of his darkwash jeans. His shirt was blue, with white pinstripes. His hair, as usual, was left uncombed, but it behaved more complaintly today. He rubbed his hands together, his old Toyota Corola stuck in traffic. Lamborghinis driven by impatient businessmen tried to cut in front of him, and he honked his beaten up car's horn with frustration. They had to wait their turn, too.
He took out her picture again, sighing as the nice cars zoomed ahead of him while he waited at the red light.
His mother had told him she was a nice girl, just had an ,er-- attitude. He could deal with that. He would rather her be spirited than a recluse. He hoped she wasn't messy. He had obsessive compulsive tendencies. But, whatever. All would be alright. They'd get along, he was sure of it.
Finally he was able to put his car in park. He got out, brown eyes scanning for her. They fell on her figure, seated on a bench. He smiled and waved, his long legs taking large strides over to her. The moment of truth had arrived.
Hey, you must be Ashlyn. I'm Neil. His voice was kind, and slightly excited. He was a kid at heart, optimistic and a hopeless romantic. His eyes fell on her skateboard, and he made a mental note of it. He was a crap skateboarder, but he was certain he could show her the skatepark sometime.

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[Ashlyn Martin-Megall]

Blue eyes peered up at the person who had strolled up and spoke to her. Yep, it was him alright. Moving to stand, Ashlyn straightened out her semi baggy blue jeans with a hole in each knee. She had on a sleeveless red shirt with a silver sparkle design on the front. That shirt was a little more form fitting then her jeans, but not too form fitting. Slender arm with those multi colored rubber bracelets stretched out in a greeting. The smile plastered on her face was genuine. "Hi, nice to meet you, finally." She seemed bright and bubbly, but perhaps that was just a defense mechanism.

"Let me tell you how horrid the cab driver smelled..." Her little nose wrinkled and she waved a hand in front of it again. "Smelled as if he had loads of pigeons in his drawers. I wanted to tell him about it, but did not want to be too rude." She shrugged a bit at that comment. Atleast Neil did not smell horribly. If he had, Ash would have gotten directions to a hotel and stayed there. He seemed nice and friendly. She just hoped he was not like most single guys...a slob. If Ashlyn was not one thing, it was a maid. She would pick up her own mess, but she would be slapped stupid if she were going to clean up after someone else who didn't seem to care.

"So...sorry to impose...but mom, er..Scarlet, said you would not mind." She was still in the phase of getting comfortable with what to call the woman who was her adopted mother, so she alternated between the woman's name and the word mom. "I guess Robert doesn't like me..."another shrug.

[.//neil MEGALL;]

Neil shook her hand, grinning. She wasn't much younger than him, only by a few years. At least he wouldn't have to worry about Barbie Dolls or anything. Upon first hearing, he began to sort of get nervous, mainly because he did not approve of supporting Barbie. But that was a whole different story, and completely irrelevant.
He laughed at hearing about the cab driver. Most of them do. They don't really shower much, he said thoughtfully, wondering if he were a cabdriver if he would do the same. No, he would most definitely shower. Nothing was more disgusting than dirt or bodyodor.
He looked her over briefly, taking in the shirt, pants, and bracelets. Neil was a visual sort of guy, and he could gather a good deal of information from what seemed like a quick once-over.
He listened to her last statement.
You can't take it personally, he said, picking up her suitcases and such and heading for the car. Robert doesn't like anyone. He likes plants, and money. That's pretty much where the liking stops. He opened his trunk carefully, ignoring the piece of blue paint that chipped off and fell slowly to the ground as he slammed it shut, bags safely inside. It was all he could afford for now, and much less dangerous than tractors-- the scar on his chest would confirm that.
And I don't mind. I have to work during the week, though, but you'll be in school. I'm an intern at the hospital, he explained. Most people thought the internship was a long shot, and in a way it was. He didn't have the most decent education, but he knew the medical field well, as he studied it every night before he slept. He was a smart boy, though, despite his slightly lacking acedemic record. He learned quickly, and he was proud of that ability.
He walked around to the passenger door and opened it for her. He then in turn got onto the driver's seat, and started his car.
So are you hungry..? he asked, slightly distracted as he backed out from the parking lot.

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[Ashlyn Martin-Megall]

Plants and money...well atleast I know what to get him for his birthday...a venus fly trap. A slow grin. Hey it was a plant. Right? She had gotten in the car when he held her door open. When his next question came she had to force herself to hesitate slightly to keep from blurting out. I could eat.. she nodded slowly, as if making it like it was no big deal. However, it was not going over well. Actually, to be honest, if Mr. Cabbie did not smell so bad, I would have reached in his pocket and stole a pigeon. I am that hungry.

An internship huh? That was impressive. Ashlyn figured the only job she would ever be able to get would be a fry cook at McDonald's. Yeah, I'll be in school. I hope.There was something about her that no one liked, and she really did not know what it was. A mental shrug. One day she would figure it out. So do you get to see all the blood and stuff? Like the horrible accidents and attacks and stuff? She had shifted in her seat to face him some, interested in his day at work.

[.//neil MEGALL;]

He laughed as she suggested the Venus Fly Trap, leaning forward to see there were any cars to his left as he switched lanes. As she told him she was hungry, he switched lanes again, his mind buzzing to find the nearest food place. He laughed at her pigeon idea, shooting her a bemused look. At least she had a sense of humor. He was very glad of that fact.
I hope? he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. You'll be fine. The schools here are great, he said positively, pulling into a Sonic.
He ordered himself a shake and allowed her to order whatever she liked. He wasn't all too hungry.
He listened to her next question, and his face broke into a grin. Sometimes. They mostly put me in the Psych Ward. I talk to people who are slightly unstable, try to calm them down until the doctors are able to deal with them. But sometimes they put me in The Pit, and I do work with people who have been in accidents. He paid the woman at the window, and handed the food to Ashlyn.
And, yeah, there is a good deal of blood, he concluded grimly, taking a sip of his shake.

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[Ashlyn Martin-Megall]

Well there is something about me that people do not like...I have yet to figure it out.She shrugged again. She had ordered just a cheese burger and fries with a soda. When he handed it to her, she wasted no time in unwrapping it. After a bite, she covered her mouth slightly as she spoke again.Thank you.. A few fries were put into her mouth after ward. She listened to him talk about the places he got put at work. At is mention of the psych ward her eyes got wide. You get put in with the crazies!? That sounds like fun!

And it did actually. The idea of it made Ashlyn wish she could be an intern. She was already enjoying her visit with Neil. And why do you sound so grim about all of the blood?..That would be highly interesting to me. Then it hit her. Well maybe that was not his sort of thing, or maybe it did not smell too great. And she made a face. Sorry...I have been watching too much of Hostel.

[.//neil MEGALL;]

He laughed loud and genuinely. Nah, it's okay. It's not really the blood that's not great. It's the fact that people are losing so much of it. I just think it should generally stay inside the body, but hey. What happens happens.
He kept one hand on the wheel as he sipped, putting his shake back in the old cup holders. And I really like the psych patients, actually. They're very personable. You could come meet them some time, if you'd like, he said, raking his brain for a day that would be good. He'd figure out specifics later, he figured.
I don't get why people wouldn't like you. They're just jealous because their jokes sound like something from an old nineties sitcom, he said genuinely, with a chuckle. He continued to drive back into town, signs pointing every which way for tourist attractions.
Anywhere you want to go before we get to the apartment? Or do you just want to hang there? Anything's fine.
He honked at a Mercedes in front of him, which refused to move, even though the light was definitely green.

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[Ashlyn Martin-Megall]

She nodded as she listened some. It would be awesome to come and meet some. They probably have great stories.She ate a bit more and gave it some thought.Well not everyone is as quick on the up take as us...but they are not to blame. It's genetics.She listened a bit more. She was exhausted from the ride and thought she probably smelled half as rank as the cabbie, she hoped she didn't, but she felt like she needed a shower.

I would prefer to just kick it there. Relaxation sounds nice, as does a shower. I feel like I reek of pigeons. Do?...She lifted an arm for him to smell. She actually smelled like caramel pears. That was the body spray that she used. She liked it, made her think of carnivals and their candy covered apples.

[.//neil MEGALL;]

He laughed, catching the slight irony in her voice. Genetics. It was a good one, actually. He took a quick wiff of her arm, feeling quite silly, actually, and said, No, no pigeons. Apples, yes. Pigeons, no.
He made the turn off to the apartments. I think you'll like it there. The man who owns the place is great. A real gentleman, I guess you could say.
The view from the road was interesting, he guessed. Fabulous houses lined each side, spreading over acres of land. Limousines sat in the driveways, perfectly polished with a driver assigned to each one. He turned back to the road quickly, focusing on getting to the apartments without killing both of them.

[ooc. continue the post in the Apartment complex? I have some other threads to reply to, but I can get to it as soon as i'm done :] ]

[Ashlyn Martin-Megall]

[sure thing. I'll see ya there. ]