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[h2][color=magenta]Ashton Griffone[/color] || Central Point (Probably. She has no idea honestly)[/h2]
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Today had been a somewhat interesting day, and by that Ashton spent most of the day just walking around Sol City. Absentmindedly and utterly lost. Which way was home again? Or the Fire Station? She wasn't really sure but hey she luckily wasn't in any particular hurry. Around a week ago, there had been quite the nasty fire. Ashton of course, lept in head first to the rescue to rescue any civilians possibly inside. However, the tall firefighter experienced a minor accident as one of the beams collapsed above her. Luckily, she was only in the hospital for about a week and her back was healing up nicely. On the downside, work had given her time off and they weren't taking no as a answer. Said the giant of a firefighter worked too hard anyways. 

So now here she was, fresh out of the hospital and just wandering the grand city of Sol. Mostly enjoying the scenery. Currently, the tall ambiguous woman wandered through the streets. Fingerless gloved hands shoved in her coat pockets as her long legs carried her easily through the bustling streets. It always seemed lively, even if it was getting quite dark. City lights were shining and the sounds of the city were bustling. She could hear people chatter, their footsteps making soft thumps against the ground, cars zoom by or honk their horns, and even the sound of music bustling out of stores she passed by.

Amethyst eyes glancing around, Ashton tilted her head, her messy dirty blonde hair slightly swaying with the motion. Where was she now? Somewhere in the city perhaps? There were a lot of stores, perhaps she could manage to find a arcade and play some DDR or something? Maybe try to shop somewhere? Get a present for everyone at the station? It was a little cold out, but luckily Ashton naturally had a high body heat and had this jacket on. Perhaps working with fire, fired her up a bit one could say? Eh, who knows.

Giving a soft amused smile to herself, she continued her long strides, her tall stature for the most part towering over any passerby. Made it easy to gaze around and see which way she wanted to go next. 

...That was until she slammed face first into cold metal belonging to a traffic light.

Staggering backwards, Ashton did a few hops backwards, eyes bulging wide open in panic as she slipped her hands out to wave wildly in order to somewhat maybe help re-balance her. In which case only managed to re-throw her back head first into the metal pole. Feeling her head spin, her hands managed to catch the pole for a moment, causing the tall boyish woman to give a silent sigh of relief. Feeling the cold of the metal stab at her unprotected fingers, she reeled back and stood stock straight. Pouting at the pole a little like it was a dog that had just snapped at her, she rubbed her head with her hands to calm the mild throbbing before continuing on her way.

Just being a klutz, no need to worry about it at all. No need to worry about that she fell into the same pole twice. Or the fact she was still lost. Or the fact she was hungry. Nope. No worries.