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[h2][color=magenta]Ashton Griffone[/color] || Somewhere near the Old Museum? || Thursday Late Afternoon/Evening ||[/h2]
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[sub][color=7bcdc8][i][b]#PuddledAshes[/b][/i][/color] Ash Carson [@LostBrotherGrimm], Capella Xing [@Tenma Tendo][/sub]
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Some time, Ashton had been working hard in building that house... though of course Marine found her and demanded the tall firefighter to [b]actually[/b] take a break instead of just finding more work to do. So today Ashton thought she would go and check out a cafe she heard some of the guys at the station talking about. The start of her search started around 7 am. Now the skies were clouded and dark and fluffs of snow were raining down from the sky, making it hard to see really anything. 

The tall firefighter was dressed in blue jeans, a gray long sleeve shirt with her boogie board hanging from her neck and a her favorite black jacket with white fluff trimming on the hood. Wearing fingerless black gloves on her hands which were shoved in her jacket pockets, and a red bandanna on her left bicep with a golden griffin upon it. Her hood was placed over her messy dirty blonde hair, her amethyst eyes squinting as she tried to see where exactly she was going.

It seemed the storm was getting worse and soon it would be nightfall. Ashton wouldn't have much choice but to find a place to shelter for the night from the storm. She had no idea where she was, nor could she retrace her footsteps back home with the amount of snow that was falling. Such a shame she wasn't able to fine that cafe. She could go for a cup of cocoa. Blinking a little, to her surprise she saw three figures out in this snowstorm. Uh oh, that didn't seem good. With a storm like this, honestly no one should be out here. Ashton was at least resilient and it wasn't her first time being out in a snowstorm. So of course like a good hearted person would, she walked toward the two of them until the 7'0 firefighter stood in front of them.

Taking her hands out her pocket, she greeted the two with a cheerful smile upon her deeply scarred face and a gleeful wave of her hands of greeting. Tilting her head to the side, her the androgynous figure gave a questioning look with a hint of concern as if to ask if they were alright. Two boys and a dog were in front of her, the blonde kid being a bit unstable on his feet, being led by his dog and his human companion it seems.