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Ashleigh McGowan

"In these troubled times, we need to have each other's back. Or at least, that's what I think."

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a character in “We Are The Dimoni”, as played by Dumisa

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A S H L E I G H M C G O W A N
"What didn't kill us made us stronger and we should be fortunate for that." -Ashleigh.

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N A M E
      Ashleigh Rebecca McGowan.

N I C K N A M E ( S )
      Ashleigh likes to be called Ash but only sometimes and not all the time. She also likes to be called Becca, for those that know her middle name.

R O L E
      Espirit 1.

G E N D E R
      Female.

A G E
      17.

S E X U A L I T Y
      Heterosexual.

M A R I T A L S T A T U S
      Single.

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APPEARANCE
"They say that the eye is in the beauty of the beholder but I believe that everyone is beautiful in their own special way." -Ashleigh.
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H A I R
      Ashleigh has pure red colored hair that trails all the way down to the middle of her back. She usually wears her hair down but will occasionally tie it up in a ponytail, or a bun.

E Y E S
      Emerald Green.

H E I G H T
      5'7.

W E I G H T
      130 lbs.

E T H N I C I T Y
      Caucasian.

D E S C R I P T I O N
      When one glances at Ashleigh, they'd definitely do a double take to take in her features and study them, too. She has very pale, milky skin with a reddish tint to it. She has red colored locks of hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back and she usually wears it straight down. On rare occasions, she'll tie it up in a high ponytail or a messy bun, for when she doesn't feel like combing it. Ashleigh stands about five foot seven with a weight of one-hundred and thirty pounds. It depends on what heels Ashleigh is wearing that day to determine her height. Speaking of heels, that's all she wears upon her feet. She is definitely a girly girl and wears nothing but blouses with a matching skirt and a matching purse. She has no weird markings or tattoos but of course, has her two lower earlobes pierces and has an industrial piercing in her upper right ear.

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PERSONAL
"Getting to know will not be a mistake. Not getting to know me will though." -Ashleigh
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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xxxโœฆ Confident โœง Worried โœฆ Ambitious โœง Quick Witted โœฆ Clever โœง
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      Getting in a witty banter with Ashleigh may not be the best thing for one to do. She is a very quick witted individual as she will stop at nothing until she has the last word. Ashleigh sort of hates this trait of hers as she tries not to argue with someone but often of times cannot help it. She is also very worried about another war starting up and having those close to her being sent their separate ways or even worse, killed. Ashleigh doesn't really want to think about it but it is still fresh on her mind like all the time.

      Overall, befriending Ashleigh wouldn't be such a bad thing. Just know that when she is around new people, she is very shy and doesn't open up until she feels comfortable around them. She is very flirty and doesn't mind flirting with a guy here and there every now and then.
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DETAILS
"Delving deeper is something that is very important to do especially within these troubled times." -Ashleigh.
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      โœฆEarly Mornings -Ashleigh loves early mornings but most importantly, she loves watching the sunrise, too.
      โœงCuddling - Ashleigh likes cuddling whenever she is sad or when she is watching a good movie or just for fun.
      โœฆKai - This is the person she is bonded to and she likes him very much. She will literally do anything for him.
      โœงCoffee - She cannot start her day without a cup of coffee.
      โœฆSketching - Whenever she is alone in her room, she is usually seen sketching in her sketchbook.
      โœงReading & Writing - When she is not sketching, she is usually seen reading or either writing in her journal.
      โœฆSmiling & Laughing - She loves it when people make her smile and laugh. If you do either of these, you're awesome in her book.
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      โœฆSmelly People - People that smell is not her forte. She always carries extra fragrances with her, just in case.
      โœงSpicy Food - She had a bad experience at one of the foster homes with food that was too spicy and has hated it ever since.
      โœฆTea - She prefers coffee over this.
      โœงArguing - Even though she loves back and forth witty, harmless banter, she hates raising her voice and arguing with others.
      โœฆSunset - Ashleigh weirdly hates to see a day end and that usually happens when the sun is setting.
      โœงThunderstorms - She hates the flashing of lightening and the loud rumbles of thunder because it reminds her of the war.
      โœฆBeing Separated - Ashleigh doesn't want to be separated from her people ever again.
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      โœฆWater - Since her elemental ability is water, she can control almost anything that is water based.
      โœงUnderstanding - Ashleigh is a very understanding person and a good listener, in terms of almost anything, really.
      โœฆWise - She is very wise for her own good and embraces it with no hesitation, whatsoever.

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      โœฆOverthinking - The smallest situations can seem big to Ashleigh because she overthinks herself on multiple occasions.
      โœงEasily Startled - Any slight movement will startle Ashleigh, though not all the time but half of the time.
      โœฆTrusting - Once her opinion of you is set inside of her mind, it is really hard to get it to waver.

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      โœฆTwirling Her Hair - Ashleigh only twirls her hair when she is in deep thought, staring off into space or thinking.
      โœงPressing Her Lips Together - When Ashleigh is asked a question, or is extremely worried, she presses her lips together and even bites on the lower lip, a little.
      โœฆDoesn't Sit Still - Whenever there is silence and she is sitting around, she fidgets, taps her foot or does something that involves movement.

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HISTORY
"Everyone has their own story to tell and well, this is mine." -Ashleigh.
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      The beginning of Ashleigh's story isn't a interesting one to tell. Let's fast forward to when she was five years of age and the world around her was tumbling down right before her eyes. Both her mother and father were of the Dimoni kind and they mentioned something about a war to her. Though, she was indeed too young to understand what was happening, her parents made sure she was safe and wanted her to be safe throughout the duration of the war. But tragedy struck. Little Ashleigh was watching the war being fought right before her eyes and then watched as her parents were killed right before her eyes. Ashleigh let out a powerful scream of sadness but was muffled by someone that had grabbed her and hid her away. The male introduced himself as Kai and she instantly felt close to him and stayed by his side for awhile, before they were forced to be separated.

      Growing up was a little hard for Ashleigh since she was bounced from foster home to foster home due to whatever reasons the foster parents would make up. She was a very feisty child and would tell every single foster parent that they were not her parents and she will not sit there and act like they were. She fought many of the foster home children, too since she really didn't have any siblings. In one foster home, Ashleigh took up the arts of sketching and writing. Her parents was worried because she would always a sketch a boy and the stories she wrote made it actually feel like she was there, witnessing everything. In terms of which, she was and the guy she was always sketching all the time was Kai, the little fellow that saved her life.

      Ashleigh had a normal childhood aside from the foster home aspect. She went to school and even made friends. Ashleigh excelled in almost every single class she was in and most teachers bragged about how talented and smart she was. It made Ashleigh feel welcome among these people and just continued doing what she does best and that's deliver extraordinary work.

      She didn't become aware of her elemental capabilities until she started middle school, sixth grade to be exact. It was a heavy down pour outside and the water made streaks on the window. She pressed her finger against the window and trailed it in a circle and the water followed suit. It was abnormally weird to her but it felt so right and luckily no one saw her. Just to be sure she wasn't daydreaming or going insane, she went home and did a few tricks with some water and wondered to herself what was going on with her. She wasn't scared though because again, it felt right that she could move water or anything water based with her mind. Ashleigh also wondered if this is the day her parents talked about. One that they often told her that she'd become one within herself after awhile.

      A few years past now and Ashleigh was now in high school and doing what she did best. She excelled once again through her classes like they were nothing and is now a senior in high school, well, once school starts again then she'll be a senior. Ashleigh went back to her foster home and her parents were there waiting for her with her bags packed along with everything else she had that belonged to her. Confused, Ashleigh asked them what was going on and told her that another foster home parent called and is willing to take her in and that they made an offer that they just couldn't refuse. They handed her a plane ticket, in which Dalia paid for and sent her to the airport. She hugged her previous foster parents with love and care then looked at her plane ticket.

      New Orleans, he comes Ashleigh.
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THEME SONG
"Music is good for the soul. It opens up passageways that we never knew that we had." -Ashleigh
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      I'm waking up to ash and dust,
      I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,
      I'm breathing in, the chemicals.
      I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus.
      This is it, the apocalypse, whoa.

      I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones.
      Enough to make my systems blow.
      Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
      Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
      Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
      Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.

      I raise my flags, don my clothes,
      It's a revolution I suppose.
      We'll paint it red, to fit right in, whoa.
      I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus.
      This is it, the apocalypse, whoa.

      I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones.
      Enough to make my systems blow.
      Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
      Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
      Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
      Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.

      All systems go, sun hasn't died.
      Deep in my bones, straight from inside.

      I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones.
      Enough to make my systems blow.
      Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
      Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
      Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
      Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.

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F A C E C L A I M: Holland Roden.


C O P Y R I G H T

Character Sheet By : AmeliaIsGhostly.
Inspired By : The Toxic Cereus.
Filled Out By : Dumisa.

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Ashleigh McGowan's Story

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She was up rather early this morning, earlier than usual as she had showered and did everything else to make herself look presentable for today. Dalia hoped that everyone had received word about their coming here but she didn't exactly tell them all why they were there, yet. She'd rather wait until everyone got there then deliver the news. With a sigh, as she was making up a small breakfast for when her children, as she now thought of them, had arrived to the house. As everything was getting close to being finished and prepared, she wandered up the stairs and knocked upon Kai's door gently. "Kai. Time to get up and get ready. Our first arrival should be here any minute." Dalia said sweetly before turning heel and walking right back down the stairs and prepare the table with the breakfast, nine plates along with utensils and cups with orange juice. Dalia smiled at her display as her eyes looked out the front window from the dining room and she squealed a little. "Kai!" She rushed to the door, straightening out her outfit and making herself look presentable as she waited for a knock before opening the door.
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Her emerald green eyes narrowed out of the airplane as it had landed on the runway, slowing down and pulling up beside the terminal. With a sigh, she pulled down her carry on bag and stood up, walking through the aisle and eventually off of the plane. She had made her way into the building now and went straight to the luggage area and luckily, her luggage was just coming around. She grabbed her luggage then turned heel towards a male, that asked her was she Ashleigh McGowan. Her eyes widened as she nodded her head and the male told her to follow him but he was the driver that Dalia had sent for her and any others that may have needed one.

The male did what any other driver would do and placed her bags within the trunk of the car as she proceeded to get inside in the backseat and eyed the male when he entered. "Do you know where I am going?" She asked as the male nodded with the response that he was sent for her. She nodded her head as the driver made his way through various twists and turns through streets then pulled up at a nice house, which was in a very nice neighborhood. Her stomach was churning with nerves and worry as she exited the vehicle and the driver handed her the luggage. She thanked him with a smile then eyed the house while feeling a strange pull that made her want to be here.

As Ashleigh made her way up the few stairs in front of the home, she was at the door and knocked only once before Dalia opened the door with a bright smile and a greeting. "Hello there, you must be Ashleigh." Dalia brought Ashleigh in for a tight hug. "Uhm, yeah, I am and I can't breathe." Ashleigh responded with gasps of breath as Dalia released her and smiled towards her. "Sorry. Just happy to see you again." With a raised brow, Ashleigh waltzed inside after Dalia stepped aside and offered for her to come in. "Come, let me show you to your room." Dalia insisted as she walked up the stairs and Ashleigh followed. One of the doors she passed, she felt a strong connection and stopped a moment, looking at the door. "Oh? Feel something?" Dalia asked with a soft smile as Ashleigh nodded her head but Dalia didn't want to spoil anything. "Come, dear. This is your room. I have breakfast downstairs prepared so get settled then come on down. Okay?" Dalia said sweetly as Ashleigh nodded and sat down on her bed.

After a few minutes went by, she exited her room and went down the stairs, turning the corner and seeing the breakfast display. She sat down at the table and looked behind her as Dalia was standing at the door, waiting. "Expecting more people?" Ashleigh asked as Dalia turned to look at her with a soft head nod. "Yes, six more people." She smiled a little then turned her attention back towards the door but Ashleigh's mind was still on the strange but powerful connection feeling that was basking in the air around her right about now.

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The journey from France to New Orleans was a long one but thankfully his foster parents made the trip slightly bearable by getting him first class seats on his plane here along with ordering a limo set to his standards to pick him up from the airport. It still took a couple hours of a drive thanks to the traffic from the airport so Joaquin ended up helping himself to a bottle wine. It wasn't great as the bottles he had back home but it would have to do. After all, his adoptive parents had given him enough money to buy more quality things once he got there. He could make do for now and deal with such 'common' drink upon his lips before being reunited with a girl he's always considered his sister. His real family.

The limo finally stopped making Joaquin the last to arrive. He fixed his suit making sure there were no imperfections before the driver opened the door and Joaquin stepped out. He walked with such poise hoping all eyes were on him as he walked towards the door. Jooaquin was always one to enjoy a grand entrance. He was soon stopped in his tracks when the sight of blonde hair was first to catch his attention and he made his way towards her in a suave manner as he looked her over. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." He gave a flirtatious smirk before taking Imogen's hand and kissing the back of it.

Joaquin would have continued with his advances if a certain feeling hadn't dragged his attention away from her. He looked past the small group of unimportant strangers before him until his eyes laid upon what he really came here for. There she was standing before him with her piercing blue eyes and messy braid that fit her so perfectly. "Il peut't รชtre" He practically stumbled as he stepped towards her and brought his hands up to hold her face just to make sure she was real. "My little Clover?" Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pulled her into a tight embrace and didn't want to let go. He didn't want to lose her again. "I thought I lost you forever." His voice practically cracked as more tears rolled down his cheeks and to the top if her head while he held her there.

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They told him nothing, save for that he would be leaving permanently and to pack his bags. A good ol' don't let the door hit you on the way out. Not like Corbett expected much from his oh so 'generous' caretakers. They had seen to it that the past few years of his life was a living hell - and he returned the favor tenfold. So it was with great pleasure that he packed his crap and hit the road. Taking his time in a fashion that reminded him of foggy childhood memories. Travel pack strapped tight and feet aching with regret the second he hits that second mile. He of course wasn't capable of going on foot the entire way, but saving up what little money he had was a must. Especially since he knew nothing about what awaited him in New Orleans.

He took a late flight, planning on getting there with enough time to see some sights and get a feel for his newest jail cell - at least until I'm eighteen. He thinks to himself. Withering suddenly at the thought of being so far away from the last known place that he saw Imogen. How would he find her now? How could he even begin to track her down. He had no chance. Not being so far from home....

"Ugh," He slumps against the window. Feeling sick from both the anxiety and the altitude. He's never been a fan of planes, even if this is his first time actually getting on one. Even seeing them in movies, or on TV he could tell they were nothing but bad news; metal death traps at best. He tries, and fails to shake the imagery of the plane going down in his head. In his mind there is the sound of grinding metal, screams all around him, and the pungent scent of smoke; he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep till he's shaking awake. Cold chills creeping up his spine from just the very thought.

He checks his watch, 11:23PM.

After what feels like hours the plane finally, and thankfully comes to a safe spot. Corbett steps out, nearly ready to kiss the ground in relief. He takes stock of his surroundings, going through the long process of retrieving his pack from baggage claims and then running through more scanners. By the time he leaves the airport in a rusted old cab he just wants to sleep for days. He had planned on doing some sightseeing before heading off the the address written on the back of his hand, but he knew that it would take too much out of him. He just wanted to sleep....



He knew at least on a basic level that this was more or less another home to him, one that was perhaps much less rough than his last one. He really wanted to believe that some good would come out of this but there was always that skepticism hiding just behind every single thought. He had only been able to speak briefly with Dalia, to touch base and they had not been given enough time for her to explain much to him besides a vague "you may be able to see Imogen again." Which for whatever reason didn't mean anything to Corbett - he couldn't trust a stranger, and he wouldn't until he saw Imogen again.

Whatever the case he didn't expect to step out of the dinky cab and into a world of confusion. His pack weighed heavy on him as he trudged to the front porch of the quaint house. His heart working over time as he caught sight of someone who he hadn't seen in a very long time. His heart felt as if it would explode, eyes burning with tears but he blinked and clenched his teeth to stop the fall. Excitement like he had not felt in such a long time coursed through him, the very sight of her brought him back to a childlike state of giddiness.

"Imogen!" He couldn't help himself, at her side in an instant with a grin stretched wide over his face. He never thought in a million years he would see her again. And yet here they stood, Espirit and Aerea reunited again.

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At one point, the back of Ollie's neck started tingling, and he had the sudden urge to turn around. But that was also accompanied by a strange feeling of... He didn't know how to describe it, but he knew that the only time he'd ever felt anything close was when he'd been at his happiest in his last foster home. And he didn't want to dwell on that.

And besides, more and more people started arriving at that point. At first, what appeared to be a stereotypical French person, who addressed the girl with the messy braid as "Clover." When he wasn't addressed, he simply stood out of the way, pointedly staring at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets. So far, everyone else seemed to know everyone else, and that just made him feel so much worse.

And then yet another person showed up, hugging the blonde. He was in the process of getting out of the way when the door opened and his foster mother appeared- overly friendly as always. But her enthusiasm wasn't diminished in the slightest as she wrapped him in a hug, gushing about how he hadn't changed. Physically, at least. Long and lanky as ever It was only then that it finally clicked where he knew her from- the friendly woman who sang along to that silly song in the car, and who had explained to him what had been happening.

Before he could say anything else though, she was greeting the others, and then propelled all of them into the hall and up to their rooms. Even as the strange feeling strengthened, he didn't have time to dwell on it, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

Ollie just dumped his bags inside his bedroom door and followed her back down to the dining room. It was only when he saw an all too familiar redhead that his bad mood suddenly disappeared. "Ashleigh?" he said, not quite allowing himself to believe it. What were the chances?

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A knock gently hit Kai's door but it was the voice that stirred him in his sleep. "Kai. Time to get up and get ready. Our first arrival should be here any minute." He rolled over in his bed and muttered something that sounded like gibberish as his voice cracked from a dry throat. His hand reached over for the partially filled water bottle on his night stand and he chugged it's remaining contents of metallic water before checking the time on his phone and forcing himself out of bed. He walked rather slowly with his eyes only half open as he threw his clothes on for the day and checked to see how many smokes he had left. There were three.

"Kai!" He heard Dalia yell as she hustled to the door for the first guests to arrive and something odd began tugging at him. Kai simply brushed it off for the time being and he pushed the doors open of his room out onto the balcony to overlook the backyard. Kai was the first to get contacted and the first to arrive a couple weeks ago when Dalia set up his new job at the near by high school along with helping her get the house ready for all the new arrivals of freaks and geeks.

Kai using one hand to open up his pack and his lips pulled out one of his cigarettes while his free hand lit the lighter and the end up his cigarette letting the sensation of burning tobacco and menthol rush into mouth and lungs instantly making Kai feel amazing and relaxed. He stood out there enjoying his freshly lit cigarette until it just barely reach the start of the filter while he ignored the feeling that kept pulling at him.

The butt of the cigarette got tossed into the ashtray and Kai escaped back into his room and out to the hallway and into the bathroom to relieve himself like any normal human being, brush his teeth, run a comb through his hair and put it in a bun, wash his face, and spray some cologne when he heard voices get ushered into the house and Dalia screamed for him yet again, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Kai laughed and rolled his eyes as he descended the stairs and called back to his new den mother, "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" He came into the dinning room and the sight of hair that burned red light beautiful perfect flames caused him to stop instantly in his tracks as that feeling he'd been ignoring grew even more and suppressed memories clawed their way trying to make him remember one of the worst days of his life. The life he swore to protect. The life that had been ripped away from him. They were right there standing before him and he couldn't even remember their name.

He tried to step forward but his legs grew weak and his eyes changed as his powers forced him to remember the girl. Forced him to remember everything he wanted to forget. Everything that made him cry as a small boy at night because he failed. He failed her and here she was perfectly fine. Kai fell to his knees as his eyes returned to normal and the memories faded away and all he could manage to say was one word. One name. "Ashleigh..."

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As the girls patiently waited on the porch, a male came into their presence with a simple "Hey." Clover dawned a cheery smile, brushing loose hairs from her face. "Hi. I'm Clover." The male didn't seem too much like the talking type, so instead of trying to coax anything from him she simply waited patiently to enter the home.

Imogen really didn't say anything, but she wouldn't of had much of a chance to either way when a darker figure caught her attention. She pivoted slightly to take in the full view of the male as he made his way up to the porch and directly towards her. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." Imogen couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't seen Joaquin in the better part of a decade but there he was. His flirtatious smirk caused a grin to grace her lips as he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. "And you are no longer un petit garรงon."

Clover stood in a sort of daze the second the dark haired man joined the group upon the porch. "...Jack?" She didn't have to look upon his face to know it was him. Between the tug in her gut and the raven locks, she knew instantly. She had no words and could barely move. Her hand's grip upon her knapsack slipped and her bag fell to the floor when he turned to look upon her. "Il peut't รชtre" Joaquin took a step towards her, bringing his hands to cup her face. Once he touched her, and she knew it wasn't a dream or some figment of her imagination, the tears flooded her eyes. "My little Clover?"

Joaquin began to cry as she did, before pulling Clover into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands grasping at the fabric of his blazer. "I thought I lost you forever." When he said that a shaky laugh slipped from her lips to be slightly muffled by his chest. It wasn't a funny or teasing laugh, but one of happiness. She had thought the same thing, that she lost her 'brother' forever. But here he was. Clover looks up at him smiling happily. "You got tall."

Imogen watched the happy exchange between Joaquin and Clover. A sadness began to tug at her. She was happy for them, but it only reminded her of whom she had lost so long ago. At least until she heard, "Imogen!" There he was. "Oh la vache!! Corbett!!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, embracing him tightly. Imogen then pulled away slightly to look upon him, cupping his face in her hands. "It is you." After a moment, her smile faded and her right hand slapped him across the face. "Where in the hell did you go!? I went back to St. Augustine's 2 years ago and you weren't there!!... What did you do?!"

Before Imogen could get an answer, the door opened to reveal a cute little brunette woman who wasted no time in pulling her into a hug. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." The woman said smiling towards Imogen. "Merci." When Dalia moved towards Clover, she let go of Joaquin to hug the woman happily. But once the embrace was over, she moved back over to him, hooking her arm in his. She wouldn't say it but she felt like if she didn't hold onto him, she'd lose him again. After Dalia talked towards some of the others, she then addressed them all, "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around."

Clover and Imogen grabbed their bags and proceeded to follow Dalia inside. Clover stuck to Joaquin like glue, too happy to speak but didn't want to release his hand. Where as Imogen gave speculative glares towards Corbett. No doubt he got himself into trouble after she left, but he couldn't even stay in the same place so she could find him? Typical. The girls dropped their bags in their rooms, before heading back downstairs and taking a seat around the dinning table. "We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." Dalia then went over to the stairs to shout up, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Imogen's gaze tended to shift over to Joaquin probably more than it should as she sat at the table. But eventually it was drawn towards a voice shouting at the top of the stairs. "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" She chuckled a more cold laugh. Imogen didn't know who was speaking but perfection has some big shoes to fill. When the male came into view, his gaze set upon the red head at the table. The sight caused him to crumble and say the girl's name. No doubt, this was going to be an emotional day.

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After hearing Dalia squeal again, she turned her head towards a group of teenagers, just like her, entering the house now and being given somewhat of a grand tour by the lady that said her name was Dalia. She turned her head back and stared down at the plate before her as she grabbed her fork and took small bites from her breakfast. Ashleigh's ears twitched when she heard a male say her name. She turned slightly in her seat and smiled as she recognized him a little. His name tugged at the corner of her lips as she got up and walked towards him, giving him a small hug.

"Ollie." She released him and reviewed her eyes over him while patting his shoulder. "Uhm, you look the same, honestly." She remarked as others started to fill in the dining hall and she felt somewhat connected to all of them in one small way or another. Her eyes looked at all of them as she smiled and nodded her head in a greeting manner before looking past Ollie and seeing him. The him that had saved her life some years ago. The him that she had been sketching for quite some time now. The him that she felt closer to more than anyone.

When Kai spoke her name, she looked at him and rushed over towards him, kneeling down beside him, cuffing his face within her hands and locking her gaze with his. "Kai..." She spoke softly while examining over him. "Is it really you?" The energy in the room grew intensively it had seemed like as Dalia was sitting at the table, looking at the duo with a soft smile and tear filled eyes. Ashleigh stood up, sobbing softly as she even helped Kai up to his feet. Ashleigh reached her hand into his and felt a slight shock and knew that it really was Kai and that she wasn't dreaming. Maybe that was even the big pull she felt earlier.

"You know, puberty really did you well." She snickered a little with a wink while releasing his hand and waltzing over to the kitchen table, where everyone else was sitting even Dalia, looking at every single one of them. "Look at all of you, darlings. So great to see you all together again." Dalia remarked just as Ashleigh sat down and patted the spot next to her, with a soft smile, for Kai to sit. The aura in the room grew more and more intense as they all sat around the table now.

Ashleigh wondered why they were all gathered there but she didn't want to be the one to ask and seem rude - Especially with Kai there. She just picked up a piece of bacon took a small bite out of it then looked at everyone else. "I say, we introduce each other, yeah?" Ashleigh finally spoke up as she reached her hand towards the adult in the room. "You should go first." She said as Dalia chuckled nervously and nodded. "Okay. Uhm, I'm Dalia Morrison and I am your foster parent. Well, new foster parent. I am widowed, too. If that matters. And yourself, sweetheart?" Dalia responded back to Ashleigh as she introduced herself. "I'm Ashleigh McGowan and this is my fifth or sixth foster home." Dalia nodded her head while looking at Ashleigh then looked at Kai. "Well, I am happy to have you. Next." Dalia softly said while waiting for everyone to introduce themselves.

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He found himself grinning as she hugged him and remarked about how he'd hardly changed. "Yeah, I've heard that," he replied, still grinning. But then she was letting go of him and moving to someone else. Everybody else seemed to have somebody they had some strong linkage to- everyone but him, that was. So maybe that was just another nail in his coffin. He'd be back before he'd even introduced himself to everyone.

But then somebody's hand landed on his shoulder, and it was like an electric shock going through his body- but not in a bad way. There was a strange sense of completeness to that shock, as though something had just finished and something else had just begun. He turned around to the person who stood behind him. Even though he could swear he'd never seen her before, he also vaguely recognised her.

[color=#8A0000]"Hey,"[/colour] was all he managed to get out before realising that everyone else was sitting. He smiled awkwardly at the girl standing across from him as he sat down, nodding at the empty seat besides him.

Dalia introduced herself, and Ollie looked at her as she spoke. But the temptation to look at the girl sitting beside him was almost overwhelming, and as Ashleigh started introducing herself, Ollie found himself sneaking peeks at her. He honestly had no idea how he knew her, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling that they did, somehow, know each other.

There was a bit of a silence once Ashleigh finished talking, and Ollie found himself needing to fill the silence.

"I'm Ollie, and this is my... fifth foster home. Assuming we're only counting the ones where I actually got to the house," he said jokingly. It didn't feel like a joke, though. All that time spent getting his hopes up, only to have it all ripped away, had taken its toll on him. But none as much as the last.

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