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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxTat Shop
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xxxxxxxxxKenny
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чσu σnlч h σ l d mє u p líkє t h í s xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
'cαusє чσu d σ n ' t knσw whσ í rєαllч α m xxxxxxxxxxxx
s σ m є t í m є s í just wαnt tσ k n σ w whαt ít's l í k є tσ вє ч σ u xxxxxxxxx
í usєd tσ w α s t є mч t í m є drєαmíng σf вєíng α l í v є xxxxxx
nσw í σ n l ч wαstє ít d r є α m í n g σf ч σ u xxx
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spaceJojo gave a little cheer when Kenny said they could grab a room right now to do the tattoo, wondering if they'd be getting in trouble for bending the rules on appointments. She doubted it, though. There were only three artists at present, and there were four rooms, so there was no way they'd be taking up needed space. The only reason it would've been an issue is if Kenny had an appointment he was late for because of it, but he wouldn't agree to do it now if that were the case, she didn't think. She giggled a bit when he moved her from his lap, going to stand over by the door he'd indicated to wait for him. She then followed him inside, practically buzzing with anticipation.
spaceAs soon as the lock clicked into place, she was pulling her shirt over her head and taking off her bra. Once both items were tucked away, she settled into the chair, smiling arching a brow at him. "How should I lay?" she asked, not really sure what position would be best for him to get the angle he needed. The blonde laid back, lifting her right arm over her head so her ribs were open, her left moving to adjust other things so they'd be out of his way. She blushed faintly, heart pounding. She didn't know why she was only just now blushing, or why she was blushing at all, really. He'd seen her topless before. Twice, actually, though the first time hadn't exactly ended well. The second time, though. She had no reason to be nervous. "Have at it," she said cheerfully, watching him carefully. Okay, so she had no reason to be nervous about being topless. But he damn well ought to be nervous that she was topless, and if he wasn't, she might worry a little bit. On the one hand, (though she didn't like to think about it), she figured that, working in the shop for a year now, he'd probably seen plenty of topless girls, probably more than that, and not just girls. But, she was his girlfriend, so even if he was totally blase about that, her being half-naked should illicit at least some small level of a response, right?
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xxx turn σ f f thє l í g h t s αnd turn σ f f thє s h ч n є s s
xxxxxx 'cαusє αll σf σur m σ v є s mαkє up fσr thє s í l є n c є
xxxxxxxxx αnd σ h , thє w α ч чσur mαkєup s t α í n s mч p í l l σ w c α s є
xxxxxxxxxxxx líkє í'll n є v є r вє thє s α m є
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 2:53 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ || Mᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ
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Kenny took a deep breath and turned to look at her, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as he realized that Jojo was lying back, one arm extended over her head and he cleared his throat a bit as he just nodded. "Yeah, that... That should be fine. Just, one second, this might be a little cold." He Why was he blushing so hard? It wasn't like he hadn't seen his girlfriend topless before. Then again, that was a different circumstance and this was... He busied himself, swiping the area that needed the tattoo with alcohol and then some vaseline before he took a deep breath. He had the sketch handy for reference, but he was pretty sure he could do it freehand and still get the same effect. However, that meant that he would be able to focus, and he wasn't at all sure that he had complete focus right now. He looked up to Jojo and gave her a nervous smile. "Okay, this might sting a bit, but it's not as bad as people might think. Just, more like getting scratched or something."
That was the way it felt for him in any case, and he quickly started on the outline, tracing the pattern that was on the sheet. He tried to ignore the parts of Jojo that he was having to touch, but that was proving to be difficult. At least the buzz of the machine was distracting. He continued tracing the outline, reminding himself to keep his eyes on his design. It was working for the most part. He shifted, trying to get a bit more comfortable and thinking that his blush was getting worse. He shifted a bit more, mostly working on the curve and around it. The best way, he'd discovered when he started tattooing, is that when he started, it was better to just continue just to make sure he didn't make a mistake. He gestured a bit with his free hand, and at least had a bit more light as he lit one of his fingertips as he worked. Finally, when he was finished with the outline, he sat back up, twisting his neck this way and that to ease up on his neck and stopping the machine to change tips and wipe the area he was working on to get rid of excess ink and blood. "Not done yet, gotta change the tips. Outline looks good right now though. That isn't too bad so far, is it?"
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Thinking: Random butterfly attack!
Taken By: Persephone Tempest
OOC:
[x]    
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 8:55 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxTat Shop
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xxxxxxxxxKenny
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExcited
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чσu σnlч h σ l d mє u p líkє t h í s xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
'cαusє чσu d σ n ' t knσw whσ í rєαllч α m xxxxxxxxxxxx
s σ m є t í m є s í just wαnt tσ k n σ w whαt ít's l í k є tσ вє ч σ u xxxxxxxxx
í usєd tσ w α s t є mч t í m є drєαmíng σf вєíng α l í v є xxxxxx
nσw í σ n l ч wαstє ít d r є α m í n g σf ч σ u xxx
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spaceJojo relaxed somewhat (and cheered a bit) when Kenny blushed, the expression on his face making her heart pound. See, she told herself. Worried about nothing, like always. She swallowed and braced herself, his warning not quite enough to keep her from flinching at how cold it was as he prepped the area. She didn't bother to argue with him when he said the tattoo would probably sting, even though she'd spent a good amount of time psyching herself up for it. It was sort of sad, that she could say "It's not like it'll be torture" and actually know what that really meant, but it was actually in her favor for once, so she'd take it. She couldn't change her past, after all, so she might as well take what little good from it she could find.
spaceStill, as he started working, she found herself fighting the urge to squirm, and not because it hurt. The pain was such a low level, it didn't really even register at all. She'd been prepared to muscle through it, to chant silently to herself that she'd endured far worse, but apparently, she'd underestimated her body's response to said Worse. The tattoo gun wasn't really hurting her, at all. His hands, on the other hand, as well as the repetitive motion and tiny jabs, all aimed at the sensitive skin on her ribs... She bit her lip, fighting not to laugh, and tensed up, fighting not to flail. It ******** tickles, she thought, somewhat amazed and somewhat annoyed. When he stopped, she let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, relieved for the momentary reprieve.
spaceAt his question, she glanced down, adjusting her position as best she could to see what he'd done so far. She flashed him a grin. "It's perfect," the blonde chirped, clearly satisfied, and laid herself back down. Mentally, she was trying to prepare herself for the next round. Coloring it in would probably tickle more than the outline had, she thought. But, she absolutely could not move, at all, or it might mess Kenny up. He'd blame himself, probably, and she didn't want that. Plus, she'd be really annoyed at herself if she made him screw up, since this was sort of permanently inked into her skin. Or, would be. The outline itself was already really pretty.
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xxx turn σ f f thє l í g h t s αnd turn σ f f thє s h ч n є s s
xxxxxx 'cαusє αll σf σur m σ v є s mαkє up fσr thє s í l є n c є
xxxxxxxxx αnd σ h , thє w α ч чσur mαkєup s t α í n s mч p í l l σ w c α s є
xxxxxxxxxxxx líkє í'll n є v є r вє thє s α m є
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 9:48 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ || Aᴄᴏɴɪᴛᴇ Pᴀᴄᴋ
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Kenny glared at his arm, feeling like it had betrayed him. Which, he was of the opinion it had. He'd taken to wearing long shirts everywhere and explicitly not rolling up his sleeves, ever. He'd had to endure the looks Dori and everyone else was giving him. Pity looks. He didn't want this. He'd never wanted this. He'd wanted to find Jojo, any sign of her, not run into a pack of werewolves. What made it worse, was the fear he had of if his family ever found out. He'd managed to tell them he was over at Jer's, or helping Steffi at the orphanage, but he couldn't do that forever. He didn't even know how to broach it with them, considering that his uncle had died because of a werewolf. He was completely terrified of the idea that if they found out, that was it. They'd disown him, cast him out. After all, he was the same kind of monster that murdered their relative. He was merely adopted. He wasn't their idea son, cousin, nephew, whatever. After all, he could recall every instance of where he ******** up. He'd run away. He'd disobeyed Ciaran. He'd left when Aedan had gone though whatever lengths he had to distance himself from the family. There had to be a breaking point, right? He was probably staring at it. He doubted that Siobhan would want him around. Pru would probably freak. He didn't want to think about what Rhys and Caty would do. Ciaran, he didn't want to disappoint his da, but he probably had so many times in the past that this was the final straw.
He took a deep breath, entering the shop. Mentally he was freaking out. He hadn't told Emmett or Gypsy yet about what had happened. Hell, he hadn't even told Jer or Steffi. He was afraid of their reactions. He didn't think that Jer or Steffi would abandon him, but that didn't extend to his employers. He knew that werewolves had a hard time working anywhere, since as soon as it was found out that they were one, that was it. He swallowed, looking around for Gypsy. He didn't want to face Emmett's reaction. He just hoped that Gypsy's was less. Spotting her in one of the chairs, he bit his lip before walking over. He started rubbing his arm, hoping that maybe it would disappear while he was doing that. Fat chance, considering he'd hoped that entire twenty-four hour span was a nightmare and he still hadn't woken up yet to discover it wasn't. "Hey Gypsy. I... I need your help." He was already mentally wincing. The skate park was extremely loud, and his hearing was sensitive enough that he could hear everything. He almost reached for the plugs in his pockets, but he figured that would have been a dead giveaway. He just... got them and hadn't worn them yet.
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Thinking: Please don't let her freak out...
Taken By: Johanna Tempest
OOC:
[x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 10:11 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxTat Shop
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxKenny
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWorried
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ι ωαитє∂ уσυ тσ к и σ ω тнαт ι ℓ σ ν є тнє ω α у уσυ ℓ α υ g н xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи α ω α у xxxxxxxxx
ι кєєρ уσυя ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н , αи∂ ι киσω ιт ѕ є я ν є ѕ мє ω є ℓ ℓ xxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи xxx
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spaceGypsy glanced up when she heard Kenny approach, immediately frowning at the look on his face. Something was wrong. Not that something being wrong was all that unusual with Kenny lately, not since Jojo'd gone missing in February. Right now, though, he looked like he was walking into a deathtrap or something. Last she'd checked, as dangerous as the shop might be, no one had died in it. When he said he needed her help, she closed up her sketchbook, setting it aside and crossing her arms over her knees, staring up at him intently. "What's up?" she asked, tone cautious. This was weird, like, ridiculously weird. Kenny'd been acting weird for months, but she'd pretty much figured that was because of Jojo being missing. Given that she highly doubted she was much help in the search party department, she had no clue what he could possibly need her for.
spaceChewing her lip, her fingers tapped against her knee as she regarded him. This wasn't about Jojo, then, right? So what else could it be? And why was he asking her and not Jer? She wasn't really good for much of anything, she was the first to admit it. Not anything important, anyway. She didn't think she was even remotely the sort of person someone came to and said "I need your help." Maybe Jess, but Jess was her best friend. And even then, she was skeptical. Ronna would almost certainly be a better person to go to for anything that made someone look the way Kenny did right now. "... Not that I'm not thrilled you thought to come to me specifically, but I'm pretty sure I'm the least helpful person you know when it comes to, uh. Anything," she pointed out to him, frowning a bit. This definitely couldn't be a case of his already having asked someone else being not-helpful, considering that anyone he should've asked before her would have certainly done whatever they could... Weird, weird, weird. Something must be really, really wrong.
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xxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м σ ρ є и
xxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ ℓιкє ι αм ѕ т я σ и g є и σ υ g н
xxxxxxxxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м ℓ σ и є ѕ σ м є
xxxxxxxxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ я ι g н т ωнєи уσυ'яє gσиє α ω α у
 xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 11:04 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ || Aᴄᴏɴɪᴛᴇ Pᴀᴄᴋ
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Kenny bit his lip, already thinking this was a terrible, terrible idea. Like, the worst he'd ever had. However, he squared his jaw and glanced toward the private rooms. Hopefully Gypsy wouldn't mind taking this somewhere private. He didn't want everyone in the place knowing what he was. It was bad enough he knew it. "Umm, can we... Talk somewhere private? I um, I don't want to talk about this. Not out here. Are any of the rooms open?" He didn't think they were booked. Not at the moment, anyway. He also knew that what he was asking was going to take a few hours. Well, depending on what Gypsy wanted to do. If she freaked out and refused, he was certain that he could go to the muggle world and find a tattooist. He'd do it himself, but the problem with that was that his dominant arm was what was bitten, and there was no way he was coordinated enough to actually try and tattoo himself with his other hand.
When she mentioned that she was the least likely to be helpful, Kenny shook his head. No, he didn't think so at all. She was probably the best person he could think of. Emmett was completely out of the question, as Kenny didn't even know how the other was going to act. "N-no, you're the best person. I mean, it's about a tattoo. I just... I don't want Emmett to do it, and I can't... I mean, Jer married you, so you're probably not going to... Maybe we should have this conversation somewhere else." He knew he sounded like a wreck. However, he couldn't just say it out loud. He was just hoping that he wasn't making a mistake. It wouldn't be the first one he'd made. However, he was hoping that she was as accepting as he always thought she was. Otherwise... He clamped down on that thought. He didn't even want to think about what that could mean, if she wasn't. Simply because if nothing else, she was married to his brother, who could decide to side with his wife. Jer wasn't that kind of person, but love made you do stupid things. Like go searching a highly dangerous forest on the off-chance that the person you cared for wandered in.
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Thinking: Please don't let her freak out...
Taken By: Johanna Tempest
OOC:
[x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:57 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxTat Shop
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxKenny
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWorried
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ι ωαитє∂ уσυ тσ к и σ ω тнαт ι ℓ σ ν є тнє ω α у уσυ ℓ α υ g н xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи α ω α у xxxxxxxxx
ι кєєρ уσυя ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н , αи∂ ι киσω ιт ѕ є я ν є ѕ мє ω є ℓ ℓ xxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи xxx
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spaceConfusion mounted; a private room? What in the hell... Every alarm bell in her head was going off. Something was seriously wrong. Maybe... Maybe he had a lead on Jojo? Something he needed to discuss? Though, she still couldn't imagine why he'd need her help with anything regarding that. "Sure thing," she said, sliding out of the chair and heading towards the nearest open room. Tugging at her lip ring with her teeth, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, waiting for him with a frown. She really needed to stop trying to figure this out, though. Her impatience was getting the better of her, and she had no way of guessing what the hell was going on.
spaceShe barely held back the urge to scoff when he noted that she was the est person to come to, though when he explained that this was, somehow, about a tattoo, of all things, she figured that made sense. What didn't make sense was why the hell he was so damn nervous about a tattoo, and why it was so damn important. She was pretty sure that he had worse things to worry about now. Mostly Jojo. Which she'd thought he'd been worrying about pretty much obsessively. The Ravenclaw watched as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him and locking it. 'At least we have the rooms sound-proofed,' she thought. If this was something he didn't want anyone to hear... 'Don't say it, don't say it-' "What the hell is it exactly about some tattoo that's got you so jumpy?" she asked, rather bluntly. Well, it could've been worse. She'd certainly said things that were less sensitive in the past. Though, she'd never said something quite that insensitive to someone who had a missing girlfriend before. Not to her knowledge, anyway. "Just... You're acting really... off. You've been off for months, but I figured... you know. So if that's not what this is about, what gives?" Yeesh, what was wrong with her? She knew she was a b***h sometimes, but she tried to not be one when people were upset, at least. Apparently she wasn't doing so hot in that regard today. Hopefully she didn't piss him off.
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xxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м σ ρ є и
xxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ ℓιкє ι αм ѕ т я σ и g є и σ υ g н
xxxxxxxxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м ℓ σ и є ѕ σ м є
xxxxxxxxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ я ι g н т ωнєи уσυ'яє gσиє α ω α у
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 9:01 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ || Aᴄᴏɴɪᴛᴇ Pᴀᴄᴋ
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Kenny followed Gypsy into the private room, waiting for her to close and lock the door. When she did, he winced as she asked rather bluntly about the tattoo. Before he could even speak, she went on to describe how he'd been off, and asking what it was all about. He clenched his jaw, trying to remind himself that she didn't know and didn't realize just what she was talking to. Why she was biting his head off, he didn't know, but for the first time since Aedan had disappeared from his life, he found his ire being raised. "This." He didn't think about it, and simply rolled up his sleeve. He was certain that he was about to get some lecture about how some scar wasn't that big of a deal. Only, it was to him. He didn't want his family to know he was a werewolf, and the first step to doing that was to disguise it. He wasn't a metamorphmagus like Gypsy, and therefore couldn't just will it away. He'd tried, and failed. He had to resort to something much more than just simply willing it gone.
Before she got the chance to respond to it, he locked gazes with her, not even looking at the scar himself. It was disgusting, and wrong, and he didn't want it. He'd never wanted it. If she was going to decide to hate him, she might as well know why she was hating him, and he prayed that wouldn't extend to Jer as a result. "You might think it's stupid, but I want to hide this. I can't ask E-emmett, since he'd probably be a right arse about it and chuck me out of the shop for it. Hell, you might do that too. I... I'm just hoping that you're not like a great deal of wizards and would hate me for something that isn't my fault to begin with." He left out a great deal, like how that scar scared the daylights out of him, or how he was terrified that he was going to lose everyone he had ever cared about because of one single day. Add to that the fact that he'd literally gone out most nights actually trying to find Jojo and coming up empty-handed, as well as the fact that he got physically ill every time the full moon came around, and it just meant one thing for him. Right now the only friend he had that even knew what had happened was Dori, and he didn't want to burden him with all of it. Not after he'd gotten married. Especially not since he felt like he was a charity case. He felt useless, and he didn't know how he was even going to cope with everything happening around him.
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Thinking: Please don't let her freak out...
Taken By: Johanna Tempest
OOC:
[x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 5:44 pm
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xxxTat Shop
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxKenny
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWorried
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ι ωαитє∂ уσυ тσ к и σ ω тнαт ι ℓ σ ν є тнє ω α у уσυ ℓ α υ g н xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи α ω α у xxxxxxxxx
ι кєєρ уσυя ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н , αи∂ ι киσω ιт ѕ є я ν є ѕ мє ω є ℓ ℓ xxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи xxx
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spaceGypsy turned pale when Kenny revealed the scar on his arm, staring at the mark. That looked... ouch. That must've hurt like... shite. What could even cause that sort of thing? Something big, for sure. It looked like...
spaceWhat color was left to her complexion drained entirely, leaving her white as a sheet, literally. It wasn't that hard to figure out; a bite like that, that size, and he wanted it covered? If that didn't scream 'werewolf' she didn't know what did. "... Shite," she muttered under her breath. The ensuing rant barely even registered to her at first, she was too busy processing. Then, very suddenly, she looked up to meet his eyes, frowning. "Chuck you- ********, Emmet can go ******** himself," she said fiercely. "Kenny, why... Why haven't you told Jer?" She got why he hadn't told her, obviously. They weren't exactly close, in spite of his being Jer's brother, she was more his boss than anything else. She got that he might not've trusted her reaction. But if Jer knew, he would've told her. They didn't keep secrets from each other, ever, and he would've known that she wouldn't freak out.
spaceVery suddenly, she closed the distance between them and wrapped him up in a hug that was, for their relationship, far too familiar. But, even if they weren't that close personally, he was family, and he was obviously upset. She didn't like seeing anyone she claimed as her own upset, ever. She pulled back, hands gripping his upper arms tight. "Em can ******** off, if... if you're worried about him, he doesn't need to know. Like he'd even ******** notice, I'd wager. I'll... okay. What d'ya want over it?" Already she was trying to work it out. It'd have to be full color, or at least mostly color, otherwise it wouldn't cover everything. Luckily, his tattoo on the other arm was solid black, so matching them up so they didn't look completely disjointed wouldn't be a pain in the arse... Then again, she might be getting ahead of herself. He might already have something he wanted for her to slap on it. Either way... She had a couple of appointments today, but both the clients were tools and she was totally cancelling on them. This took precedence over a couple of arsehats who wanted their 'get lucky' runes touched up.
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xxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м σ ρ є и
xxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ ℓιкє ι αм ѕ т я σ и g є и σ υ g н
xxxxxxxxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м ℓ σ и є ѕ σ м є
xxxxxxxxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ я ι g н т ωнєи уσυ'яє gσиє α ω α у
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 7:47 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Kenny paled when he noticed that Gypsy had gone white. Oh this was so not good. Especially the way she was just staring at the mark. He nearly bolted for the door when she looked up at him with a frown, but was caught off-guard by the reply. When she asked why he hadn't told Jer, he just closed his eyes and shook his head. "I can't. I just... He's some of the only family I have that I don't think hate werewolves, and I... I don't want to lose him again." He hadn't meant to say that, really, but what else could he say? He'd thought he lost the only family he had when he was nine and everyone else got adopted out, and now he had this hanging over his head and he knew the reactions he was going to get at home. Revulsion, horror, hate. Probably pity too, if they didn't kick him out. He didn't want that. Call him selfish, but he wanted to at least have the illusion that he was just fine and he could still be there. At least that hadn't changed yet. Everything else had, and he just... He just wanted to reverse time and try to stop himself from actually going into the forest, or getting to the park too late, but it was too late for that.
He flinched when she suddenly hugged him, and kept really still until she pulled away. He wasn't sure what to make of that, considering that he didn't think they were that close. However, the comment about Emmet not needing to know and not noticing got a nervous chuckle out of him. When she asked what he wanted over it, he released a breath he hadn't known he'd held and shook his head. "I don't care. Just... Anything's better than, well, than that. Hell, you can do my whole arm if you wanted. I just want it gone. That's my only request." He could feel the tightness in his chest loosen a bit, but that was mostly because of the fact that if Gypsy was reacting this way, then maybe that meant that Jer wouldn't care either. Probably even Steffi or Cain wouldn't. He didn't want to be alienated from his first family, after all. He still had no clue if he'd ever reveal anything to his adopted one. He then cocked his head a bit, listening. He could still hear the skate park and music a bit, but it was a lot less blasting than it had been earlier. "I never noticed how much quieter it is in these rooms. I mean, I can still hear the rest of the building, but it's less blasting and more... I dunno, muffled?"
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Thinking: Please don't let her freak out...
Taken By: Johanna Tempest
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 9:07 pm
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xx» wнere «xx
xxxTat Shop
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xxxxxxxxxKenny
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ι ωαитє∂ уσυ тσ к и σ ω тнαт ι ℓ σ ν є тнє ω α у уσυ ℓ α υ g н xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи α ω α у xxxxxxxxx
ι кєєρ уσυя ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н , αи∂ ι киσω ιт ѕ є я ν є ѕ мє ω є ℓ ℓ xxxxxx
ι ωαииα н σ ℓ ∂ уσυ н ι g н αи∂ ѕ т є α ℓ уσυя ραιи xxx
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spaceGypsy frowned when Kenny explained why he hadn't told Jer, thinking that the kid had lost his mind. Then again, he was going through a lot, so she should probably cut him some slack. That in mind, she elected to not tell him that he was being an idiot. That wouldn't exactly help, after all. "Kenny... I get it, but... You've gotta know you're worrying over nothing. You and Steffi and everyone... He'd die for you lot. His world revolves around you." Her eye twitched faintly at the comment. To this day, she still wasn't entirely convinced that Jer had even a scrap of the loyalty to her that he had to his siblings, genetic or otherwise. She didn't know why, but she felt like she was never going to shake the suspicion that if it came down to his having to choose between her, and one of them, she'd lose.
spaceThe Ravenclaw shoved the thought aside, because now was not the time. Honestly, there was never a time, because even if she was right, she didn't seen any scenario that would prove it. It wasn't like she was going to face off with his sister or something, she wasn't suicidal. One hand released his arm, the other loosening its grip and sliding down, hovering over the bite. She fiddled with her lip ring again, expression thoughtful. "Hm... I do have something in my sketchbook..." Quickly, she raced back to the chair she'd left it at and returned, flipping through the pages until she found the drawing she'd had in mind. The metamorphmagus turned it around for him to see. "It's not finished, but, it's mostly because I got lazy and didn't want to complete all the repeated patterns in the knots and scales. Totally won't do that with your arm, though," she told him with a faint smirk.
spaceShe gave him an odd look when he commented on how quiet the room was, brow furrowing. "We've got 'em charmed," she replied. "Muffled. Thought you knew that? Usually the stuff going on in here, you're either working on something that's going to be long and painful, or something in a, you know. Delicate area. Figured it's best to minimize distractions. Half the time I take clients in here just to get away from the noise." She grimaced faintly. She really sort of hated the ambiance around here sometimes. She liked loud music when she worked, but she waned it to be exclusively her music. Besides that, there was all the additional racket of what happened at the skate park. If they didn't do fairly decent business, she'd have shut that shite down the second she and Emmet had the paperwork signed... Assuming he'd have let her, which she had no idea about. She liked to think he'd have gone for it. After all, most of the people who used the park grated on his nerves ten times worse than they did hers.
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xxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м σ ρ є и
xxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ ℓιкє ι αм ѕ т я σ и g є и σ υ g н
xxxxxxxxx '¢αυѕє ι'м в я σ к є и ωнєи ι'м ℓ σ и є ѕ σ м є
xxxxxxxxxxxx αи∂ ι ∂σи'т f є є ℓ я ι g н т ωнєи уσυ'яє gσиє α ω α у
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 9:55 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Kenny winced when she mentioned that Jer would die for any of the others, including him. He'd heard that before too, once when Aedan was still around and hadn't disappeared for days on end and neglected his family. For a kid that had been raised that family stuck together, it didn't seem like Aedan had gotten the message. "Aedan... He said the same thing. Only, that didn't stop him from leaving." He shook his head, recalling that when Aedan had left, he'd been closed-lipped over the entire thing, watching his siblings develop fake smiles and silences that lasted for years. He didn't think that anyone would be that callous again, but he could easily be proven wrong.
When she mentioned having a sketch that she had been working on, he cocked an eyebrow watched her rush over to get her book, ghosting his hand above the bite. He still hadn't even tried to touch it aside from washing his arm, thinking that if he did that without the barrier of clothes it'd make it real. However, his eyebrows rose when she showed him the sketch, then blinked as he realized that it would literally cover his entire arm from shoulder to wrist. The idea of how much that would sting didn't bother him, he'd had a round on a chair that lasted a couple of hours when he had his first tattoo after all. "That looks really good. You sure you don't mind spending that much time on it though? I mean, I know a tattoo like that has to take hours, and I thought you had clients today." Which was true. The only reason he himself was able to come in to get his bite covered was because he didn't have clients today and had the day off. He knew it was going to be slow though, but he figured it'd take longer than just an hour in the chair to get that sleeve done.
When she explained that they had the walls muffled, Kenny shook his head. "No, it's not that. I umm... the shop's a lot louder to me than it used to be. Actually pretty sure that there's times when it's painful with how much noise there is. It's... umm, part of the problem with me being a werewolf. My ears are a lot more sensitive. Actually, it stinks a lot more too, but I'm getting used to that. It's the headaches from the noise that bother me more than usual any more." He winced, not liking to admit that part, but he kind of had to. It could affect his job, and while he had been trying to work on branching out from tattooing and actually getting more into his art. However, who knew how long that would take. He just figured that he was glad to even have a job at this point that was even related to what he wanted to do.
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Thinking: Please don't let her freak out...
Taken By: Johanna Tempest
OOC:
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:10 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Who am I with? No one
What am I doing? Taking a look around.
What am I thinking? Well, seems decent enough.
Who's important to me? Gia Donati
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Carver entered and took a good look around. He'd never been in the skate park, but he figured he might as well give it a try. Besides, more than likely he wasn't going to get arrested here like some other places he could actually think of. Like behind the store he had nearly been arrested at. That actually stung, considering that shockingly, he did have a clean record even though he spent a year committing some things that would have gotten arrested for. He just was never caught doing them, and was glad to testify about that when Paul went to jail. However, he figured that he could at least try the place out, even though he could already tell it was really loud in the building. He could deal with loud, as long as he didn't go deaf.
He approached the counter, figuring that there had to be a fee. That was another thing he figured that he had to do. He didn't exactly have spare cash on him a lot, and when he did, it usually went pretty fast. Today, however, he actually had some leftover money that he didn't mind actually spending. It wasn't like he was rich, but he had enough to make a day out of this. He carried his board in one hand, thankful for small favors and the knowledge that he had a board already and didn't need to rent one. The boards here were probably just fine, but he didn't trust them. He'd rather do his own stuff on his own board and not have to worry about something breaking.
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All those Saturday
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2016 7:04 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx« Aυѕтмαя Ƙяιѕтвנσяη Ɛι∂є »xx
● Durmstrang Alumni ● Half-Blood ● Multi-Linguist ● Dragon Keeper ●spacey
< Winter 2035 >
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xxYoυ've ɢoт тнeѕe lιттle тнιɴɢѕ тнαт yoυ've вeeɴ rυɴɴιɴɢ ғroм
xxYoυ eιтнer love тнeм or I ɢυeѕѕ yoυ doɴ'т?
xxYoυ're ѕυcн α preттy тнιɴɢ тo вe rυɴɴιɴɢ ғroм αɴyoɴe
xxA vιѕιoɴ wιтн ɴowнere тo ɢo!
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That was one hell of a winter, Austmar thought. But then, he was kind of used to it, anyway- because it couldn't be as cold as Durmstrang. Hell, his hometown in Bergen City may be rainy but at least winters there weren't ******** up- even if they make it up to it with windy a** storms. Shitty weather news forecast coming from Augeries aside, he was here now in the tattoo parlor and that wasn't really that hard to find. After all, he did hang out in the Alleys with his sibling who lives here, and last week he gave Arnbjorg a tour around the place while she was new. The reason why he was here was because, well, Austmar felt like he wanted one. Besides, the design was carefully planned, though Matteo was still squinting at him and asking him if he was drunk. Okay no, that didn't really happen but he supposed that was what that Swede was thinking right now. Geez, he wasn't that impulsive to get a shitty-a** tat.
Entering the shop and taking off his black hat, Austmar brought out the folded paper from his jacket pocket as he was on his way to the front counter. He would thank his older sib Rubin for the art design, though he felt that they would be mad if Rubin found out that he folded their work of art. Whatever, at least they weren't trying to bribe him, and even if Rubin did, it would be a joke. He knew that his friend Gypsy ran this shop or something, therefore he hoped she was here because given that they were friends, he felt like he trusted her more than the rest of the staff. But, who was he to judge, though?
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So тell мe rιɢнт ɴow, yoυ тнιɴĸ yoυ're reαdy ғor ιт?xx
I wαɴɴα ĸɴow wнy yoυ ɢoт мe ɢoιɴɢxx
So leт'ѕ ɢo, we'll тαĸe ιт oυт oғ нerexx
I тнιɴĸ I'м reαdy тo leαp, I'м reαdy тo lιve! (I'м reαdy тo ɢo!)xx
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