The Beautiful Disaster(O2A)

[ashleah]

Ashleah stood quietly taking in the tower. Its sights, its sounds, and most of all, the souls that wondered its hallways. Her black duffle bag carrying her life, sat slung over her shoulder. Home? Would this be the place she called home? It had been sometime since she had an actual home. Maybe...just maybe this place could be home. But she had said that before, and never been more disappointed. She would have to take her time. Don't rush into anything this time. Letting her duffle bag hit the floor she took in a deep breath. This was it. She was here, she had to do what she set out to do.

Feels good.

Placing a firm grip around her bag she drug it over to the elevator. Pressing the call button she waited. When the doors opened it was none other then...

[thefuture]

Bryan Daniels, a new employee of APW. He was looking down at the floor, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He heard the elevator doors open, causing him to push himself off the wall. He had already began making his way out before his head looked in front of him. He instantly stopped, almost falling backwards to avoid knocking the young woman over. Luckily enough, the elevator wall saved him from doing so. Immediately he began apologizing for the whole event.

I'm sorry miss I didn't see you there.

He was talking almost too quickly to be able to comprehend what he was saying. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure before continuing with what he was trying to say.

*ahem* Sorry. I almost didn't see you there. Are you alright?

His eyebrows raised in question, hoping the young woman hadn't been too startled by what happened to conjure up a response.

[ashleah]

I am not injured.

Ashleah looked the man over. Men. Shaking her head she stepped into the elevator. Giving the assortment of buttons a rather puzzled look, she turned her heard towards the other man. Her blue eyes gazing into his. A few strands of her shorter red hair hanging in her eyes.

Which floor is the Angels?

[thefuture]

He reached forward to press the floor requested.

Top floor. Sixty-sixth to be exact. It's a long ride.

Wanting to know the obvious of course, he HAD to ask the next question. It's dumb, but he was new here as well. He simply didn't know.

So uh, I take it your new here as well?

[ashleah]

Is it that obvious?


Ashleah said with but only a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Small talk, pointless. but since she was forced to share the elevator with him, she might as well entertain him with his requests for small talk.

And you?

[thefuture]

Only been here a couple weeks, so I don't know many people yet. I can't think of a logical reason why you wouldn't know which floor was the Angels if you worked here already. Mistake on my part I suppose.

He looked up at the display above the doors, watching the numbers slowly increase. Yup. Definitely going to be a LONG ride. This girl didn't look like she enjoyed talking at all either. He leaned back against the elevator wall again, folding his arms back across his chest.

Besides wanting to wrestle, whatchu doing in this place? Everyone has their reasons. What's yours?

[ashleah]

I believe you stated the obvious, what other reason would pull me to a wrestling federation, if I didnt want to wrestle? Or are you poking at the hint that I came here for fame or for fortune? Both things I could care less about it. Or do you have some other motive to your question? Perhaps you think I am here in search of my soulmate like so many others seem to be. I am here to wrestle. Nothing else. But since you asked the question, I will return the same question unto you. Why are you here other then the obvious?

Ashleah's lips curved into a sly smile. Flipping her hair out of her eyes she leaned back against the Elevator wall. Boys will be boys...

[thefuture]

Redemption.

His eyes turned towards the wall, shying away from her after his answer. He had a lot of things to rectify from his past. A new start here could do that. After a moment of thinking to himself, he shakes out the thoughts. His eyes moved back to her, the expression on his face changing to a happier one. A change of subject would probably be nice as well.

The name is Bryan by the way.

He extends his hand towards her, keeping one arm still across his chest as he does so.

Who might you be?

[ashleah]

Ashleah, Ashleah Desastre.


Ashleah looked down at his hand and only sighed. She looked back up at his eyes. Staring at them. Meaningless handshakes, and gestures of peace. More or less it seemed just a way to touch her. Something he would not do easily.

[thefuture]

Seeing that she was not going to shake his extended hand, he slowly balled it into a half-clenched fist and brought it back to his side. It confused him as to why she wouldn't do so, but he guessed she had her reasons. He wasn't going to nitpick over it. No sense in getting every woman he meets pissed off at him. He folded the arm back across his chest before looking back at the ascending numbers above the door. Halfway there? Sheesh. They got bullet trains. Why not bullet elevators? He sighed, wondering how he could continue the conversation without making it awkward. His gaze returned to her as he finally piped back up.

So.....Ashleah is it? Where ya from? Any place I might know?

[ashleah]

No one particular place, here and there. Yourself?
Persistent bastard wasn't he? How much longer did she have to play these games?

[thefuture]

He laughed a little thinking about where he was from before he answered.

Arkansas, amazingly enough. Most people think with a name like Mister Showtime that I would think I'm some big shot from Hollywood or LA or New York. But, not the case. Raised as a country boy in a town that didn't even have two thousand people in it. I moved to the city when I was out of high school, adopted a few habits there, and here I stand. Still the same guy from Arkansas, but with a twist.

He laughed a little more before calming himself down and returning his focus back to the conversation.

Here and there sounds like fun. Ever stayed any place for a while or you always been the type that hates a schedule and moves often?

[ashleah]

Now that she had unwilling had to listen to his life story, she eyes the floor numbers ever so closely. Would this damned creation not move any faster? Letting out a sight she realized she would have to indulge his small talk a little longer.

Never, I was born in Italy, then moved around Europe a lot, now i find myself here in the states. Pretty simple, if you attempt to think about it.

[thefuture]

Italy eh? Hmmm....

He kept his ears trained on her while his gaze looked down at the floor. She certainly wasn't a very talkative one. He felt like he was trying to make a conversation when there seemed to be none. The elevator began slowing down as it neared the top floor, causing him to look at the display above the door. 64....64....66. Ding! The doors opened. He looked back over to her.

Looks like your up. Good luck, Ashleah.

He nods to her, keeping his place on the wall to allow her room to exit through the now opened doors.

[ashleah]

Thank you Mr. Daniels.

Asleah stepped out of the elevator and turned back to face him. She reached a slender arm to her lips and kissed her finger tips. Then reaching out to place her hand on his lips, The doors began closing cutting her off. Hmm a fitting end wouldnt you think? She turned away from the closed doors and heading toward which ever Angel she would manage to find first. A sly smirk across her face all the while.

[thefuture]

Hm. I'll have to keep an eye on that one. She's trouble.

The elevator began it's descent back to the lobby of the tower. Another long ride, giving him plenty of time to think about the young beauty he just met.

Definitely have to keep an eye on her....

The number in the display above the doors decreased as the elevator closed in on the lobby.