Keys please? {Jaus}

[Asher LeBeau]

it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist.

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It’d been a nice enough day, so she decided to indulge in a favorite past time of a lot of Californians and gone rollerblading down near the beach. It was a perfect way to get a decent tan and perhaps score a few guys, if she was in the mood. Luckily she hadn’t been and instead just packed her headphones and wallet inside her bag, making sure she grabbed her keys and stashing them inside of one of the pockets in her bag. She’d opted for simple, a metallic green bikini with black accents and a short, black skirt that did more flaunting than hiding.

The sun had been up in the morning when she’d left, already making the day warm. So she’d simply opted to skate around a bit, building up a tan and getting a work out to keep in top physical shape that she prided herself on, the glimmering jewel in her belly button dangling down to hint and glisten in the light. For once she’d foregone the sunglasses, mostly because she wanted to avoid a raccoon tan around her eyes and just went au natural, no make-up or anything girly. It had been a wonderful time, mostly allowing her some time to think and clear her head as not too many people were out this time looking for trouble.

When it had started getting too hot, she’d turned around and gone back to the apartment building she lived in, opting to walk up the stairs and not bothering trying to look for her key until she got to her door. Which was where she currently was now, skates on the ground by the door as she dug around, trying to find it amid the small camera she kept in there as well as the pens, notebooks, and the wallet and headphones and iPod.

Mumbling to herself about how she couldn’t keep anything straight, she opted instead for pulling out the things in her bag one by one until she found her keys, hoping her neighbor didn’t decide to show up and ask what she was doing. Not that she knew who her neighbor was, but it was a rather embarrassing situation as it were.

"Where are those damned things," she mused as she continued trying to turn her bag inside out.

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A normal weekend no doubt as Jaus was left without a single thing to do. As it were he was sort of a loner since he came here from Point Hope, he'd had many encounters here and there but as things were the violence, the chaos of this place seemed to scare people off. Who'd have thought right. So he took it upon himself to go shopping, thats right, shopping. As he lived to himself it was something that needed to be done, atop the laundry, and the other things. With his pantry bag in hand filling two arms worth of space he'd take a merry pace. That was of course when he saw an elderly woman making her way with her own batch of groceries stuffing them in her car with trouble.

"Here let me help you with that..."

Jaus took an instant of his time to move in and rearrange the bags with skill and ease before grabbing his own back placed atop the car and pressing it back into his arms and on the move.

"Thank you sonny..."

She'd reply shortly thereafter trying to slid a ten dollar bill into his hands Jaus however shaking his head as a thankful response and turning about to move, the sneaky ol' lass slipping it in his back pocket with an enamored grin on her face.

A few more blocks and a few minutes later and Jaus was in his housing complex. It wasn't much, just a bunch of apartments placed together in the same district for both efficiency and sociability. He'd make it up the steps to the second floor bag veiling his view of the hall.

"Where are those damned things,"

"Need a hand?"

Jaus would ask taking a moment to speak up from behind the bag inching his way over with a hand on the bag still obscuring the vision of the two while his hand slid into his pockets for his keys, inching their way past the money.

[Asher LeBeau]

it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist.

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The voice nearly made her drop everything as she realized she did, in fact, have a neighbor. And from the sounds of it, a guy her age. It was almost enough to make her want to slam her head into her door before she laughed slightly, shaking her head and shoving a hand through her hair, taking in his current state, and a guess he couldn’t see her from behind his bags. She smiled a bit and managed to toe her belongings back into a pile by her feet and door, sighing.

“If anything, I should be offering you a hand, doll,” she said, one of the many pet names she used sneaking up and rolling off her lips with her accent. Most thought it was exotic and it was part of the reason she drew people so easily to her, but she never thought much of it. It was the accent of her home and the language she spoke there made her happy and slightly homesick too.

The tiny woman shook the thoughts from her head and smiled, making sure she was well out of the way for the guy, should he accidentally come too close, she didn’t need him tripping. That would be really, really bad and she’d feel awful about it. Lord knew that she couldn’t haul the guy up or anything if he actually did fall, so it was best to take precautions. Smiling a bit, she sighed, still trying to find her keys, which were probably in the mess by her feet at this point.

“You’ve got your hands full, so don’t worry about it, love,” she said as she bent down to begin cleaning her mess and hopefully find her keys.

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“If anything, I should be offering you a hand, doll,”

Would come the chiming reply of an apparent good natured spirit, Jaus would grin unconscionably not fitting the face with the voice just yet still feeling in awful good nature himself shifting the weight of his right arm to the hip and swinging with it the bag to his hip and the single remaining arm to carry en tow.

“You’ve got your hands full, so don’t worry about it, love,”

"Nah, not a chance I've got this."

With his face now revealed he'd take the free left hand to jingle his keys and snake his way in the door only sticking himself halfway and sliding a hand with the groceries onto an adjacent counter. To which he'd of course return to the hallway, doorway to his own room left a hinge open and from the outside only an apparent small hallway till opening to a kitchen and living room of sorts.

"Now that I've got that out of the way you have an extra set of eyes."

A grin walking over towards her split out belongings and crouching himself low to her level to take a look at her stuff. A cautioning look to her to grant permission to search about her things. She was good looking but to think such was only a passive inclination to Jaus as the feigning grin of light hearted conversation inclined for just this small of interactions.

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash arched an eyebrow and smirked, already liking the kid, but mentally reminding herself that now was definitely not the time for that sort of mischief. She would play later with the other boys when she went to work, as she always did, but doing anything to the neighbors was a sure sign of trouble to come. Nevermind that she attracted it in just about any form, but that was a different story. The blonde girl shook her head and laughed a bit, biting her lower lip at the mess she made before crouching down as well to sort through the mess.

It would happen, that after she’d been out behaving and being good, she managed to lose her keys. Hopefully they were just tangled in the mess as she sorted out pens and papers, shoving them back into her bag, hiding the scribblings of equations and god knows what else on there. Certainly not the typical teenage girl notes for anywhere someone looked. She was a bit embarrassed about those and downplayed them, but the equations and notes were something that belonged in a graduate level, not a highschooler.

Smiling brightly, she sighed. “Just think, the one time I’m out behaving and I manage to lose my keys. Never when drunk,” she laughed, sorting through them and grinning. “Name’s Asher, by the way. Nice to finally meet my neighbor,” she teased, sticking out a small hand for him to shake, if he so chose.

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It wasn't looking like they were getting anywhere as far as the keys went. Jaus stopped a beat to writhe a hand up through his hair, his eyes taking a beat of relaxation as well a bit of a huff of surprise as well that there was nothing to be found but note works of high level quality.

“Just think, the one time I’m out behaving and I manage to lose my keys. Never when drunk,”

He'd smirk, a cool bit of laughter in the form of a chuckle feeling a tad bit of ease as that momentary discomfort of new faces ebbed on past without the slightest sort of wave.

“Name’s Asher, by the way. Nice to finally meet my neighbor,”

Another quick smirk taking her hand in a pleasant shake before raising both his hands up in protest and clapping them down on his thighs.

"Jaus, nice to meet you. Well it doesn't look like your keys are here, what say you call the locksmith and you can wait it out at my place."

Jaus would say before temporarily catching himself in an embarrassed slip. "I mean ugh, if thats cool?"

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash sighed, the temptation to utter a curse strong as her keys turned up missing. They were probably sitting on her table by the door in any event. Typical on this sort of day. Laughing and leaning her head back, she took it all in stride and ran a hand over her face and groaned, making a squished face while she did so. Chewing her lip she grumbled a bit and wrinkled her nose when her keys failed to turn up despite it already being said, as if they would magically appear by her side.

Blinking up at his response, she smiled brightly and shrugged, standing up before offering him a hand up as well. “If you’re certain your girlfriend won’t get mad,” she said, a smile on her face. “And don’t lie. Someone as handsome as you has to have a gal.”

Asher tended to be blunt in most cases and this was no exception. She’d managed to compliment him and stay polite at the same time, a rarity for her on a good day. Most of the time, she didn’t bother unless she wanted something. As it was she just shifted on her bare feet and wished she had a shirt. Apartments were cold inside and she hadn’t planned on staying outside in a bikini and skirt for long.

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He'd take the generous hand up dropping a bit of weight into his hips before lurching upwards to his full height noting that he stood a bit over a foot taller than her, now finding himself looking down on her though casually averting his eyes from hers to elsewhere to of course 'keep it casual'.

“If you’re certain your girlfriend won’t get mad,” she said, a smile on her face. “And don’t lie. Someone as handsome as you has to have a gal.”

To that Jaus would share a thoughtful laugh secretly rolling his eyes as best he could without trying to come off as pompous.

"Nah, not on hand no."

He'd laugh gingerly no longer divulging into his current un-tied-down-ness. Or of course however else you'd describe it. He of course found himself staring a bit too long and leaving that open ended answer with little else to say.

"Ugh can I get you something? I mean you look cold, here."

Jaus would pull off his plaid shirt before handing it over towards Asher leaving himself with a plain white v-neck. A small inclination of his neck would direct her into the parted door before he found himself taking off and moving into the door waiting there until she decided one way or another leaning a hand into the living room where there'd be a snug couch there.

[Asher LeBeau]

259ASH:

it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist.

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and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center]

Although her brain normally kicked into flirtatious mode once she met a guy, she’d tamped it down because he was her neighbor and nice guys normally had girlfriends. A surprise that he hadn’t had one had come and she laughed, shaking her head and brushing her hair into a quick braid so it was out of the way. Long hair had a tendency to get in the way all the time, and despite never once saying she was cold, he was offering her his shirt.

It startled her, long enough that she took notice of the look he gave her, how he held it for just a beat too long than was acceptable for society. She didn’t back away either from it, instead meeting his gaze quietly before breaking it and chewing on her lip, trying to summon a smile or laugh to her lips and instead getting a slightly embarrassed look. It wasn’t often the girl was embarrassed, she could hardly recall the last time she’d been embarrassed, but she did have a pink color flooding to her cheeks.

Ducking down and pulling she shirt on, engulfing her tiny frame, she used that moment to regain her composure and instead just watched him through the tendrils of hair that had escaped the braid, violet eyes dancing with amusement. “Pity,” she said, once she’d managed to regain her sensibilities. “Nice guys normally have one. Whether it be the girl they’ve been dating since time began or someone they’ve just started,” she teased lightly.

Asher used the flirtatious front to hide behind it all, happily snuggling down under the shirt which had his scent and would undoubtedly be tainted with hers after a while, but for now she was glad that she wasn’t standing around in almost nothing. Following his directions into the apartment, she wasn’t surprised the layout was like hers, but she had decorated hers a bit differently than the predominately male one. Following his directions to the couch, she curled up on the end, leaving him plenty of room to sit down beside her slender and petite body if he so chose to.

Smiling up at him she sighed, digging through her bag again and finding her phone, muttering an excuse so she could call a locksmith, which she had a number saved for events like this, and gave the details. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair and smiled up at Jaus. “They said they can be here in 45 minutes to an hour. They’re out on another call at the moment and it’s the lunch rush hour,” she laughed. “I’m so sorry to intrude on this, but so far this hasn’t been the greatest of days. I slammed my shin into my end table waking up,” she laughed, rubbing the slight bruise on her leg.

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It'd been a first, a girl being on his couch I mean, being the recluse that he was there weren't many opportunities when he casually indulged in such behaviors as inviting pretty girls over. He'd let the groceries sit not directing his attention over them as he walked in the door casually sliding into the kitchen and checking the fridge before snaking a right hand over towards his phone hanging on the wall.

“They said they can be here in 45 minutes to an hour. They’re out on another call at the moment and it’s the lunch rush hour, I’m so sorry to intrude on this, but so far this hasn’t been the greatest of days. I slammed my shin into my end table waking up,”

He'd smirk peeling out from the kitchen however regretting the phone and leaving it where it lingered. His hand would rest on the handle to the fridge, the front of his frame padding against the wall as part of his torso and right hand hanged out with his face looking out at Asher.

"Its really no big deal, can I ugh get you something while you wait? Maybe an icepack for your ugh..."

His hand would motion to her shin in a suggestive pointing direction still lingering on the ideal of returning to the safety of the kitchen, as for relaxing. No he was on guard.

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash blinked and dropped her gaze to her lap, chewing her lip for a moment, thinking as she listened to him, already able to tell that he was nervous around her. It was easy to see that he didn’t keep company, judging by the pristine shape of his apartment, whereas hers was comfortably lived in. She felt bad and was beginning to feel horrible about it, already speaking before she could even think about the words spilling over the pretty red lips.

“I’m sorry about this, look, you don’t have to help me, I can always wait in the hall or outside. It’s a nice enough day and it seems like you have things to do. And I’m fine, I’ve had worse bruises,” she said, stopping short on the last one and shifting to stare at her leg, rubbing it for a moment and shifting, easily sliding off the shirt he’d given her before folding it up and setting it on the couch next to her, nice and neat.

Sighing, she just chewed her lip some more, playing with the barbell in her tongue as she stared off into space momentarily, playing with her bag handles and instead just looking down at her feet, almost shrinking in on herself.

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“I’m sorry about this, look, you don’t have to help me, I can always wait in the hall or outside. It’s a nice enough day and it seems like you have things to do. And I’m fine, I’ve had worse bruises,”

Jaus would peek his head out from around the corner giving a protesting stare. He didn't think it was a big deal, sure he was nervous it was just he didn't do this thing very often and often thought too much on circumstances often over or under judging the situations.

"Not a chance, its hot out there and it really isn't such a big deal."

Shaking his head Jaus would peel out towards the couch with an ice pack and glass of water in hand, his stride carrying him to a chair adjacent to the couch before ploping himself down beside it and handing Asher the glass of water. With the icepack in hand he'd gesture it towards her bruise and raising another hand to the leg but before touching her at all his eyes would look to make contact with her.

"May I?"

If she allowed he'd lightly grasp her hamstring and lift the bruised leg up onto his lap before applying the icepack calmly soothing it over the injured spot simply playing the medic role.

"Not exactly graceful would be my guess, not that I'm saying you're not graceful, I mean just ugh the bruise yeah."

Jaus would fumble nervously trying to make conversation only to find that he rather sucked at it.

[Asher LeBeau]

it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist.

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The girl watched him curiously, through a few loose tendrils of hair, escaping from the tightly wound braid she’d put in just a few minutes ago. The boy was a curiosity for someone their age and she just sighed, slumping back in her chair. The touch on her leg made her jump, ticklish as she was, she bit back a giggle that would have escaped through her lips, instead opting to just duck her head and watch him. It was different, she supposed, the muscles in her leg automatically tensing when he touched her as she was not used to this sort of contact.

To say that she was used to something harsher from anyone she spent much time with. Asher was nothing short of a kicked puppy or an abused dog; always giving affection but never taking it. She ran to and from people all the time, using her looks and sex as a cover for everything she felt inside. She was a strange one, never really knowing how to accept help from someone who offered it. Normally she’d shy away from it and keep to herself as well as just lock herself away in her tower. Sometimes, all she did was play Rapunzel and order take-out food. Something she knew that people wouldn’t bother her about.

Blinking up at him, she smiled warmly, her eyes a bit guarded and cool as she watched him, but her body language was warm. It was a trick she picked up working her various odd jobs in less than agreeable places. Her voice was warm when she did address him, nothing to show that she was jarred by the fact he was being nice.
“Some days I am clumsy, some days not so much. It just depends on the amount of sleep I have the night before,” she laughed, careful with the glass of water he’d given her. She was curious about him and what it was he was doing and why he would be doing it. The ice felt good on her bruise, she never bothered to ice them, even when they were gained from some other source than her table. She just smiled at him and watched him with curious violet eyes, that seemed like they were amethyst as the light hit just right.

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“Some days I am clumsy, some days not so much. It just depends on the amount of sleep I have the night before,”

Jaus would laugh somewhat heartily a hand of his retreating from the icepack nestling to the back of his head while the other rested at the base of her hamstring keeping the bruise point elevated. A smug grin on his face thankful of the past few days at knowing what he was doing with the whole first aid thing.

"Lucky for you, I've been trained in first aid and CPR."

A dorky laugh as the hand that'd retreated behind his head pointed to her in a directive manner with a faux shape of seriousness on his face.

"Call 9-1-1!"

He'd laugh again shyly wincing his eyes however the apparent enjoyment still plastered in his dimples.

[Asher LeBeau]

it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist.

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and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center]

Ash gave him a long blink and a weird stare before she started giggling, bringing a hand up to hide her mouth as she tried desperately not to laugh too hard. It was so cute and so funny that she was losing that battle quickly. A few giggles escaped her mouth before she clamped down on it, one hand coming up to touch her forefinger to his, provided he didn’t pull away too quickly, before doing a poor imitation of E.T.

“E.T. phone home..” she said, laughing a bit more before dropping her much smaller hand as she pushed her hair out of the way, keeping an eye out for the time, for the locksmith to get here. Chewing her lip momentarily, she fiddled with the hem on her skirt as she looked at her leg that he was holding up and smiled a bit more.

“So, that means if I ever need mouth-to-mouth, I should have you on speed dial?” she teased, her flirtatious nature coming out, now that she was a bit more comfortable with the situation. After all, she was partly dressed, having taken off his shirt after seeing his discomfort, and instead grew used to the goosebumps marching up her skin as she smiled prettily at him.

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