Clockwork (Adam)

[Asher LeBeau]

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

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It was happening again, the beatings. It was bullshit, how much she let happen to her, how much she let slide. The guy wasn’t too tall, not even six foot, but he packed a mean punch, that much was obvious by how she damned near fell over. She was, however, seeing stars and she could taste the blood. It was worse than the others, despite everyone just being a flavor of the week, and she just spat the blood onto the concrete, still standing her ground.

She didn’t really know when to back down and concede, just to save herself and instead almost always ended up in some horrid situation like this. Coupled with her horrible taste in men, she was a murder just waiting to happen. Ash always ended up the victim in one way or another and tonight was no exception except that this was slowly working its way towards a beating she had received two years ago.

Nothing could really compare with what she’d been given then, but tonight was starting to take shape, the boy she was with was currently drunk and she’d picked him up from the bar where she’d found him trading spit with some other girl. She’d promptly dumped him there and left, to which he followed her back and started reaming her out, calling her ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ among other names. Ash had told him exactly what she thought of him, thus leading to their current situation. She could already feel the bruises forming and while she didn’t really put up much resistance, she knew most people wouldn’t get involved.

It was late at night and dark out, so to a lot of people, it could be a potential mugging, if it weren’t taking place outside her apartment with the door half open. The boy was loud, and for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to remember much that was going on around her. Maybe her injuries were worse than normal.

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ASHER HERE IS WEARING THIS SEXY OUTFIT. THIS POST IS XXX WORDS LONG AND I'M LISTENING TO SONG BY ARTIST. CREDIT FOR THIS AWESOMESAUCE TEMPLATE GOES TO NIKKI SYX ?! OF CAUTION2.0. OH AND I JUST HAVE THIS TO SAY: NOTES NOTES NOTES

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take in the extent of my skin

[Adam Silver]

"YOU! I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR!"

A frenzied voice would play out the lyrics as he came down the hall. A man standing at about six foot two inches would come in a hustling dance-like walking sort of motion down the halls of the apartment complex. His shirt a bright flamboyant rainbow pattern that expressed all the sorts of the gay lifestyle, was he gay or know what it meant for that matter? No he was simply a dumbass. Did this man live here? Neigh, he was here for a party. And as he progressed down the halls, ipod in hand and ear, junk jiggling very openly in his tight spandex bottoms he'd hear a sound.

*Thump*

A head jostled upwards towards the second floor instinctively, was he some sort of super hero in disguise? Hiding from all notions of villains and marauders?

*Fwooosh!* His torso racing up the stairwell, his hand promptly rounded into a fist jumping up the stairs until he'd peeled the corner seeing the fight going on, or rather the display of force and to his dumbfounded disappointment,

"No numnums?"

His voice easily enough to be heard in the doorway as he stood watching, an observer, of course he hadn't seen Asher's face yet.

[Asher LeBeau]

The sudden voice caught both people’s attention, Asher shrinking back and wiping at the blood coming from her split lip and wincing at the faint touch on her cheek, where she was almost certain was bleeding too. It didn’t matter though, as she moved back from her ex and instead hovered on the opposite side of the hallway, being blocked from both the newcomer and anyone else coming up the stairs.

Though, she did know the voice, and it was all too familiar, she wasn’t about to believe it was someone she knew when instead she knew that often times it wasn’t who she thought it was and instead was content to know her mind was tricking her yet again. The ex in question only stood at 5’7”, but it was enough that she was knocked off balance in the heels she wore, despite the four inch difference in their height. He wasn’t that strong, but liquor fueled the rage he felt, and coupled with being an angry person, well, that was that and Ash was on the receiving end.

The guy stepped forward and snarled at him, crossing his arms. “I’d suggest you get the fuck out of here and mind your own business, faggot,” he growled, glaring up at Adam, voice slurred and weaving on his feet. He would fight the kid too, for interfering in something he wasn’t welcome in.

In the meantime, Ash managed to curl on the floor, hugging the wall and pressing her sleeve to her lip, trying to stop the bleeding.

[Adam Silver]

Faggot?

"No buddy I think you're confused."

Adam would say very nicely, in fact so nice it sounded fake. However legitimate it was Adam felt it wasn't enough. With the tap of his hands Adam would pat on the lapels of the man's shirt feeling as though the sensitive touch would alleviate the man's tension. Some people gotta know a good masseuse.

Adam's vision faded then turning to the side to a person he didn't think he'd ever see again. He wasn't quite sure but he felt a sting. Was it a mirage, perhaps so. A figment of his mind, it'd happened before. The sting of distraction entered his chest giving him false hope and fear as to what was going on, everything finally clear.

[Asher LeBeau]

It was rage that drove the kid with Adam touching him and he did the first logical thing in his drunken mind. Yank the iPod off of Adam and out of his ears before taking a drunken swing. Although the actions were not very coordinated and ended up with the iPod just clattering onto the floor and the swing more of a shove against the taller male, it was enough for Ash to look up, the unmistakable amethyst eyes searching for the source of the noise.

The boy was hell bent on taking Adam out and it was going to end with either Adam on the floor or the kid on the floor. Ash knew what was going to happen, was either she was ignored or beaten even worse before the kid finally left. For all she knew, the world revolved around once face in the span of time and it hurt to see him again, god knows why, but it did.

She froze then, her hand still covering her mouth, the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing stained with the blood from her split lip and the side of her face already turning purple, and open cut along the side of it, and she hoped for a moment he wouldn’t recognize her through the bruises, but she knew damned well that he’d seen her at her worst and this wouldn’t be anything but a mild annoyance.

[Adam Silver]

*Clatter*

The mesh of his ipod meeting the floor was a straw he couldn't take, the push hardly even recognized as red filled his gaze. Of course he'd recognized Asher, but logic aside that she was the reason for his anger would be conveniently dashed aside with his apparent rage over the tossed Ipod.

"THAT WAS A BRAND NEW IPON ASSHOLE!"

*Bam!*

Adam's hand would contact with the man's open chest, a large slap with his gloves would reveal a powder-keg explosion enveloping the space between the two knocking Adam aback a step while suspecting that the guy was drunk, off balance, and undoubtedly not expecting and explosion coming from Adam's hand, he would be launched across the insides of the room coming into collision with the back of his own quarters or maybe even through it.

"Fucker owes me a new one..."

Adam would curse under his breath, a certain seriousness taken to his features as he trudged forward towards Asher kneeling softly beside her and taking a quick glance at her injuries. Not to bad, at least from what he'd seen last couple of boyfriends. Then again he didn't know what she'd been through this past year or so.

"Lets get out of here."

A calm shrug up and out as he'd reach around her grasping beneath her arms, and under the backsides of her knees, picking her up easily and gently away from the scenery.

[Asher LeBeau]

The loud sound and sudden explosion was enough to knock the guy down and out cold, leaving Asher with a sudden ringing in her ears as she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of everything. This was one person she hadn’t expected to see again, so she was even more startled when he recognized her and scooped her up, her arms immediately wrapping around his shoulders, careful not to mess up his clothing even now.

She closed her eyes tightly, hating the feeling of being carried as always, especially down steps or something of the matter, and a faint whimper crossed her lips before she buried her face against his neck, hiding behind her hair and against her arm. Of all the things in this world, why did he have to show back up in almost the same way he had with Remy?

Her voice was soft, gentle around the split and bleeding lip. “Why did you get involved again, Adam?” she asked, not even feigning ignorance this time. “…I’ll get you a new iPod,” she added softly unaware if he would even hear her.

[Adam Silver]

His face was serious for a moment sizing up the scars she'd been left with. There'd been much worse in her life, but certainly of all things she didn't deserve this, though the trail seemed to lead her there time and time again. A fretful sigh until of course she'd said she was bound to get him a new IPOD.

"YAY!"

He exclaimed, his face reverting to a very childish cheer of exciteableness. He'd giggle for a moment a certain skip to his step as the most easily the most naive person in this district made his way to the lot where he'd left his motorcycle.

"Ugh, soo there isn't much room, maybe if we.."

A few quick grunts and shifting of her body should she allow him to grasp just beneath the breasts and place her in front of him on the bike, him leaning over her uncomfortably close.

=D <----not-so-innocent smile.

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash shifted against him, burying her face against his shoulder as they went down the stairs, whimpering ever so slightly at the light jostling that took place. She absolutely hated heights and being carried down the stairs bothered her, regardless of two steps or more, she hated it.

She shivered upon meeting the colder night air, instinctively curling against him, even though a soft smile came to her lips. Adam hadn’t changed, all it took was a promise of some shiny new object and he was back out bouncing around and leaving her alone to find the next piece of shit who would beat her. Although he didn’t answer her question…

“Adam, why do you bother at all?” she asked softly, letting him put her on the bike before she shifted back slightly, bringing their bodies into full contact.

[Adam Silver]

Despite the dumb look on his face his thoughts all lingered on her, her injuries, her stupidity at putting her self at risk like this, it made him angry. A present flushing red to his face quickly veiled by a silly smile leaving him vulnerable for a short second. How to conceal such a unveiling mark.

*Squeeze*

Yes his hand would grope her boob with yet another dumb smile on his face. Before long, and it was a long grab impossible not to notice unless of course the beating had left her senseless in which case he'd probably grab harder till she did notice, his hand would retreat to the bike handle.

"The BIG perks..."

His grin followed by a wink and the thrust of the bike beneath him taking them off to his current residence which was of course the Merriot where he was staying to avoid current father issues.

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash frowned up at Adam before simply rolling her eyes at him. Hadn’t changed one bit. Then again, she wasn’t surprised seeing as they both had a stellar track record for relationships, or rather, fuck buddies. She and Adam were two of a kind, both not really letting anyone underneath the façade they wore and instead using sex as an outlet. Although Adam tended to play dumb far more often than she did, but he made her laugh more when she didn’t want to than anyone else she’d ever met.

She’d swat at his leg, settling back against his chest and snorting in amusement, pausing when the action hurt before sighing and ignoring the slight twinge. She sighed, leaning her head against his chest as he drove, unperturbed by the closeness. Ash didn’t really have boundary issues or personal space issues unless she was in a foul mood and that was rare. Usually only a certain time of the month.

Ash arched an eyebrow when he pulled into the hotel and snorted, biting her lip to keep from laughing, but unable to stop the comment. “Adam, you have more daddy issues than a stripper,” she teased when they had stopped, already figuring which there were only two directions their current state could go, at least in her mind. Sex or an argument. Or both, which was technically three, but she didn’t count it.

[Adam Silver]

He didn't flinch at the comment she'd made although as much as he'd like to battle back with some sort of retort it wouldn't make the situation out to be much better in this case. Regardless he turned off the bike at the front his hand escalating towards the base of the flank of her kneecaps to lift her again from the bike, his larger facade would once more carry her off the bike and let her down gingerly. Of course he had the inclination to carry her up to the foray and have his way with her but something made him hesitate, made him bitter.

The past always drew up dark things and as life continued on these dark things became everything in your mind, everything and anything you could think up the past seemed to direct you there.

"Shaddup," Adam would say with a laugh and a grin turning downwards to the back of the bike grabbing a pouch and drawing forth his backpack before trekking onward to the entry lobby. The large glass and suited members made the two entering look like trash, their eyes traveling to Adam and Asher with a speculative gesture.

With a flash of his card Adam would step into the elevator and linger on the door's side.

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash frowned faintly at him when he picked her up, not really flinching too much since he was putting her down. She knew that she had fucked up severely and completely ruined his evening but she didn’t want to say it aloud. She was used to questioning stares from people, and had long since learned to ignore them and just move with her head held high, but not tonight. Tonight, all of her insecurities came rushing back and seemed to collapse on her at once, dropping her shoulders down and bringing a glimmer of tears to her eyes.

She forced them back, wouldn’t let herself cry but instead just followed Adam slowly, trailing behind him and barely could muster up a smile in the elevator to his half-witted response. She had left 774 a while ago, and hadn’t told anyone she’d left, just kinda disappeared and to make matters worse, she’d been so caught up in her parents’ deaths that she hadn’t returned any calls or texts from the people that mattered, something that made her feel like the most despicable human being on the face of the planet. She knew damn well she had hurt Adam, but she hadn’t expected to see him again, ever. It was one of those moments where she knew that her life was inexplicably one big fuck up.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly, entering the elevator after him and looking anywhere but him, at his shoes, the floor, even the buttons on the panel. She knew damn well the words would never be enough and never amount to much of anything, but she had to say it, even if he didn’t know exactly why she left.

[Adam Silver]

“I’m sorry,”

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Playing stupid, just like you Adam.

[Asher LeBeau]

Ash flinched the tiniest bit when he asked that, knowing him a little too well. Instead she took a half step forward and buried her face against his chest, refusing to cry, and maybe doing so just a little bit before she sighed, hiding against him still with the curtain of her hair. She owed him this much, at least, an explanation of why she had suddenly dropped off the face of the earth and now was as good of a time as any. Her path always seemed to lead back here, he was always the one that picked her up when she fell, and this was what she owed to him, at the very least.

“For leaving,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible and soft, highly unlike her and showing her vulnerable side. She hated it, but she pressed on, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his waist. “When I left, my parents had died and I had to go home and arrange their funeral and take care of the estate,” she said, her voice slightly pained. She hadn’t been close with them at all, but at fourteen, it was a lot to take care of and it burdened her despite having prearranged help.

“I should have said something, but I was in shock. It’s no excuse, I know, but I figured nobody would miss me or everyone assumed I got pregnant and dropped out or something like that. I’m sorry, Adam, I’m not the best person to be around and I can’t figure out why you would bother to help me time and time again,” she said, the last part dropping down as she brought her hands up to cover her face, unable to look at him now.

She felt horrible, like she had hit rock bottom and everything was caving in on her. She never once expected him to come back into her life through any sort of random chance, much less help her after what she did and now she had gone and ruined his night most likely since he had been geared up for a party and was excited until he saw what was going on. It bothered her, that he didn’t seem to care what she did, he was there. Usually things between them lead elsewhere, but tonight, Ash wanted to go crawl back to her little hole in her apartment and stay there and let the world pass her by.

The next breath she took was shaky, on the verge of crying, but Ash refused to cry and instead took a small step back, breaking the contact. She felt she had no right being here with him and that he shouldn’t have had to rescue her again. “I’m sorry that I ruined your night and cost you your iPod,” she said, eyes still glued to the floor, her entire body screaming that she was broken. “I should just go home. You don’t have to stay home and should just stick to your original plan. I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up.”