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ASH CARDALE<br/>
:･ﾟ✧<b><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">abandon all hope who enter here</span> </b>✧･ﾟ:*<br/>
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ash got out of the car and grabbed her bag from the back seat, tossing inside the guns that were used today. she quickly checked out her ammo supplies which was quite low now. not that she didn't expect that. she was well aware how many bullets they used today but they sort of needed it. she still had no idea how they both came out of that alive. "gotta be some houses around here. little farm plots or something." she said mainly to herself to try to keep her own spirits up and to not think about them being out in the woods in the middle of buttfuck nowhere on their own with limited ammo and evening lingering in the near future. <br/>
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her head looked left, then right, and then straight ahead. none of the options looked any different from one another. so she just pointed ahead. "lets go straight. if we find a farm or abandoned house or something i can imagine it'd be along this path somewhere." walking felt horrible after she knew the beauties of travelling in a vehicle again. ash walked everywhere when she was on her own. she hadn't been able to find vehicles that both worked and had gas. she couldn't help but feel paranoid walking out here. she tried not to show it but every now and again she'd make her rounds to check out her surroundings. look behind, to each side, ahead, even above. you can't be too safe. <br/>
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"so what were your plans before hearing about the isle?" she asked for the sake of casual conversation. the silence made her paranoid of everything around her. she spent so many days and nights no talking to anyone that the fact that someone was here to talk to made her anxious to do so. even if it was about the most pointless or boring shit possible. she remembered growing up to her sister who favoured pop boy bands. it was never something ash had interest in. her boy bands were the beatles, the monkees, hell motley crue could technically be a boy band too...right? nichole enjoyed the one directions of the world. and when she said enjoyed it was more like an obsession. she had to know everything about their lives. their details. their ideas. their backgrounds. and considering ash and nichole were peas in a pod it was only right to assume that nichole had used a lot of her fangirling on ash growing up. ash was sad to say she could still name the member of one direction no problem. she hated those conversations for how boring they were back then. she'd put up with it for nikki's sake. nikki had to go through the same thing with ash's music as well. but she'd now kill for one of nichole's longwinded facts about some band she couldn't give a flying fuck about. <br/>
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