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☭Pureblood ☭Single ☭Co-Owner/Tattoo artist at All or Nothing
Emmet ignored the glare sent his way for the smack, though he was amused by it. He eyed her warily even if she said she was alright with the pain the first few seconds after his needle started working into the skin and was amazed to see the nearly bliss look on her face. She wasn't kidding about trying not to swoon. He kept working on the outline adding more shading and darkening some edges here or there as she went over her family (two married sisters and one with a kid guh), her friends only quirking an eyebrow as she admitted to still being friends with the mate of her ex which he supposed could be sort of weird but really what right did he have to talk? He was lucky if some of his ex's friends just plain wanted to ignore him rather than the half-brained plots of revenge a few tried to hack. The artist started in on the multiple branches as his client started in on her admittedly tame rant over her apparently current ex. He snorted as she mentioned the broken lamps and gave a brief nod of understanding at her words. If there was one thing Emmet could relate to it was tumultuous relationships. And relations, but really she didn't need to know about that.
She was lucky, as soon as she asked about his own life he had finished the basic outlines of the tattoo and got to pause to mix up the other colors for the detailing as well as give her a brief rest while he thought up a decent non-scarring answer. "Regrets? Nah, t'a's too borin'. Yeah I've done some stupid shi' in my life, done some pretty stupid people too if ye were curious," he added with another customary smirk, "But, if ye wan' tit fer ta'; I go' a younger brother who 'as a daugh'er who's 'bou'.....nine? Yeah, pretty sure she jus' 'ad a birthday. As fer friends, my bes' mate is my mechanic, he takes good care o' my bes' girl an' makes t'e bes' Irish Car Bomb you'll ever 'ave. My ex used ta be my ot'er bes' mate but uh, she's already cleared t'e continen' an' wen' cross t'e pond. Guess t'a' says allo' fer 'ow t'e relationship ended, yeah?" Emmet said with a disparaging chuckle before coughing and clearing his throat to bring himself back into his quasi-professional mindset. "Alrigh' I know 'bou' yer family, yer friends, yer ex so uh...'ow 'bou' you? Favorites an' all t'at, 'cides seein' t'e tears of men."
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a s**t - I'm going out in style |
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 4:22 pm
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I was born with lightning in my heels;
Sewed a spur onto my ankle,
Bit a horse under the steel.
And I lost hope when I was still so young...
Had an angel on my shoulder-
But the Devil always won!
M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
FORMER SLYTHERIN │ BLOOD TRAITOR │ WITCH WATCHER
Morven hadn't even noticed how much work on the tattoo had already been done, and hadn't really been looking at anything in particular, so she was surprised when she glanced down and saw the outline already on her thigh. To her relief, no surge of regret or foreboding had hit her yet, and she rolled her eyes as he mentioned, smirkingly, about 'doing stupid people'. "Count yourself lucky then," she muttered only half-jokingly. "All that rubbish they spew about sisterhood is extremely overrated, trust me." Yes, she was on better terms with both her sisters now that they were all adults than she'd ever been on with them as a child or teenager, but that didn't mean she always liked them.
She did arch an eyebrow for a moment at the mention of a 'best girl', then realized he was referring to a car or bike of some kind. Morven had taken the Knight Bus plenty of times, but she'd only ridden in a car exactly once. Rat- Dave, she supposed she was going to have to get used to calling him by his first name at this point- had bought one last year, for who knew what reason, presumably to shag her sister in it in order to fulfill some pathetic fantasy he had no doubt harbored since puberty had first struck. "We're even then. Except maybe in reverse- my ex is just down the street," she shrugged. "First time I've trusted myself in Diagon without committing any acts of vandalism to his... storefront," she snorted.
He asked what her favorites were, aside from seeing the tears of men, of course, and Morven cracked another rare grin. "Sorry, do you build character profiles for all of your customers? My favorite color should be obvious," she glanced down unashamedly at her outfit, "My favorite food is steak... or ribs, now that I think about it, and if we're treating dessert as a separate entity then I'm still extremely fond of ice cream, any kind, but especially strawberry. Favorite drink is anything involving vodka. Don't have a favorite quidditch team, never liked flying much, probably because my sister was Hufflepuff's quidditch captain, chasing star extraordinaire," she commented drolly.
That was a slight exaggeration, but she'd only ever attended games to see... to see her ex play, anyways, even if he hadn't been an amazing keeper. "I was in Slytherin. In case you couldn't tell. I like music, my oldest sister always played the piano constantly growing up... she runs the music shop in Hogsmeade now, and her husband's the typical starving musician, last I heard. Don't like anything really harsh- well, I do, but in small doses, I have- sensitive hearing. "
Morven thought a moment. "Oh. I'm a Witch Watcher, probably should have mentioned that in case you're about to go into specific detail about any illicit activities... think I'm required to report you or something. I don't know, I keep ignoring the memos my boss is sending me all the time. Work's alright, doesn't usually involve people trying to kill me, always a plus, I just occasionally have to deal with my shithead brother in law. Same department and all." Seeing Dave about twice a month or so was still infuriating, but at least they hadn't had any brief duels in the lift in at least seven months.
And I can feel you even now-
Racing horses in the sky...
I can taste you in my rage;
And in the sweat upon my brow!
And I went home, chasing wolves;
My cathedral is the forest. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 10:26 pm
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☭Pureblood ☭Single ☭Co-Owner/Tattoo artist at All or Nothing
Emmet smothered his snort with a hmm-ing sound at Morven's opinion of sisterhood as he began the red shading of her tattoo's hood. He missed her contemplative look over the suspicion of his ride, which he would be more than happy to show off once he was finished since it was his second most prized possession after his Scott Campbell autographed art book. He did however making a tsking noise as she made his situation with his ex out to be better than her own. Which, yeah, he supposed it could be seen that way but she seemed like a girl with potential. "I t'ink yer t'e one wit' t'e better deal; 'leas' ye coul' always yell profanity in his general direction whenever ye feel like 't. If I wan'ed to, I'd 'ave ta write a howler an' I jus' ain' go' t'e patience ta tell ye t'e truth." he told her with a mock sorrowful head shake. He mentally went over the shops on the alley owned by young people trying to figure out which could be her ex before he was questioned for all his...questions and snorted. "Only t'e ones like." he quipped back before she went onto her list. Emmet wasn't too surprised by the color, really he would've never seen it coming, but he was positively stunned by her answer on favorite foods. Not really the ice cream part but the steak and ribs portion. It was nice finding a girl who could keep up with his appetite. Not to say that he was interested in her in that sort of way. Even if she did like vodka and steak.
He half listened to the rest of her spiel as he went over darkening lines, adding bursts of color and detail as he went along, especially to the curls of the hooded girl's hair and the wolf's mask. The only time he added input throughout the rest of her talk was as he refilled one of his inks and replied in a bored tone, "Damn, t'ere goes tellin' ye my life story," in response to Morven being a Witch Watcher. He couldn't offer much however about the shithead brother-in-law considering he neither had one nor did he work with one. "If i' helps, I go' a s**t'ead cousin who I don' work wit' nor see more t'an abou' twice a month who I'd gladly trade wit' ye, granted yer s**t'ead brother-in-law wouln' min' ignorin' a few lawful infractions." Emmet informed her looking up with a smirk before returning to his work. He worked in silence for a few more minutes adding minute detailing here or there and when he was perfectly content with the curl of the girl's eyelashes he turned off his gun and sat up with a soft sigh at the now noticeable ache in his lower back. "Alrigh', yer all done. Go'on an' take a look an' see if ye like i'." The artist grabbed a medium sized mirror from beside the chair and held it up for Morven to see the still fresh design on her thigh.
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a s**t - I'm going out in style
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 8:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 7:39 pm
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xxxTat Shop - Front Room
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xxxxxxxxxA customer?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnnoyed
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fσя тнє fαιит σf нєαят, fσя тнє fαιит σf нєαятxxxxxxxxx
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spaceGypsy heard the bell indicating that someone had entered the shop, and was all too happy to be the one to run to the front room to deal with whoever it was. Everyone else was busy doing actual work, while she'd been sitting down for a consultation with a rather annoying 'client.' The word existed in perpetual sarcasm quotes in her mind, because the guy had been in several times and had yet to actually settle on a design, location, or really anything regarding the ink he supposedly wanted. Gypsy was fairly certain he was only coming in to flirt with her, but he had yet to do anything to really push her over the edge, so whenever she wasn't busy, she felt obligated to humor him. On the off chance he actually decided to get a damn tattoo, she didn't want to lose out on the money. But, given that he'd been in so many times, and was so damn indecisive, she'd long since decided that he no longer took precedence over literally anyone else who walked through the doors. Well, except the creepazoids who came in asking for tattoos in delicate places just so they could get a woman to touch them below the belt. Those guys, she ignored in favor of Mr. Indecision. At least he was polite.
spaceAs she entered the front room, she was pleased to determine that this was unlikely to be such a situation; the man standing near the front desk had two kids with him, which generally she took to mean a person would behave themselves. She flashed him a smile, waving as she approached. "Hey there! I'm Gypsy, the owner. How can I help you today?" It was weird for people to bring kids in, at least that young. Gypsy brought her boys to work all the time, of course, but it was her shop, after all. Assessing the two kids, she noticed the lack of earrings on the girl. "Here for a piercing, maybe? Earrings for Miss..." She trailed off, leaving it hanging so that someone could tell her the girl's name. If she was right, lucky guess. If she was wrong... Okay, so she'd used this tactic before to get people to get their kid's ears pierced. She ran a business, businesses had to make money. Sue her. It was a pretty easy con to run, really. Just mention it as a possibility, and there was a pretty good chance that, if that wasn't why they were there in the first place, the kid would become interested and request that they do it anyway. Sometimes people were firm with the kids (she did offer it for boys too, but girls were a safer bet at that age), but most of the time they caved. Easy pickings. She had kids to feed. And one going off to school (God she felt old), so money was sort of important.
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xxxαιи'т иσ ѕℓєєρ ωнєи тнє ωι¢кє∂ ρℓαу
xxxxxxαℓℓ ωє ∂σ ιѕ gєт ℓαι∂
xxxxxxxxxαιи'т иσ ℓσνє ωнєи тнє ωι¢кє∂ яυи
xxxxxxxxxxxxαℓℓ ωє ∂σ ιѕ тяу тσ ℓαу σff, ℓαу σff, ℓαу σff
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxωє'яє тнє ωι¢кє∂ σиєѕ, ωι¢кє∂ σиєѕ
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 7:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 5:49 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxTat Shop - Front Room
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxA customer?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCurious
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тнιѕ иιgнт αιи'т fσя тнє fαιит σf нєαятxxxxxxxxxxxx
fσя тнє fαιит σf нєαят, fσя тнє fαιит σf нєαятxxxxxxxxx
тнιѕ иιgнт αιи'т fσя тнє fαιит σf нєαятxxxxxx
'¢αυѕє тнє fαιит σf нєαят gσииα fαℓℓ αραятxxx
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spaceGypsy had to control her expression at the little girl's insistence that she wanted, not a piercing, but a tattoo. She wasn't the first child to insist upon something like that, and wouldn't be the last. But, before Gypsy could casually inform the man that they were also equipped to provide magical temporary tattoos, he questioned her regarding whether or not they were hiring. Her brows arched, and she crossed her arms, leaning them on the surface of the counter top. "If the sign were lying, I'd have to have a rather stern talk with my business partner," she replied with a smirk. "We're pretty much always hiring. Apparently there aren't that many tattoo shop/piercing salon/skate parks in the magical community, go figure."
spacePersonally, Gypsy was still waiting for the day they could let the damn skate park go. It was noisy, even with spells over it. Plus, it was mostly attended by teenagers and young adults who wanted to pretend they were still teenagers, which were her least favorite types of customers to deal with. At least the creepy pervs were entertaining most of the time, the kids were just obnoxious. But, they paid good money, and getting rid of the entire thing would be more trouble than it was worth... for now. Maybe one day, she thought wistfully.
spaceShe eyed the young man, curious. People didn't come in here just looking for a job often, everyone they'd hired so far had a connection to the place somewhere. She was pretty sure she and Em were the only exceptions to that rule, from back when Lon and Seong owned the joint. She'd wanted to be an artist, and Em... okay, honestly she had no clue. She'd never asked, or really cared. For all she knew, he'd been sleeping with one of them. She definitely didn't need to know about that.
spaceShe did wonder about this guy, though, because she didn't think she'd ever seen him before. And she's pretty sure she would've remembered him. "What's your name? How'd you hear about us, then?" she asked, curious. It wasn't like she knew the ins and outs of everyone's lives, for all she knew the guy was friends with Kenny or Alex. But it was good information to have. "We don't get many people just popping in off the street for a job, see," she explained, resting her chin on her fist with a smile. He'd come in with two kids, so maybe that's exactly what he'd done. People didn't typically bring children around when they were job hunting, unless they had no other choice. And the boy looked about school age, so maybe they'd been shopping and he'd happened to notice the sign? Wondering didn't really get her anywhere, asking questions would, but she couldn't stop her mind from making guesses.
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xxxαιи'т иσ ѕℓєєρ ωнєи тнє ωι¢кє∂ ρℓαу
xxxxxxαℓℓ ωє ∂σ ιѕ gєт ℓαι∂
xxxxxxxxxαιи'т иσ ℓσνє ωнєи тнє ωι¢кє∂ яυи
xxxxxxxxxxxxαℓℓ ωє ∂σ ιѕ тяу тσ ℓαу σff, ℓαу σff, ℓαу σff
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxωє'яє тнє ωι¢кє∂ σиєѕ, ωι¢кє∂ σиєѕ
»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2021 10:36 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? All or Nothing
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? A bundle of nerves and the guy behind the counter
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Job Application and maybe an interview?
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? What if this goes horribly wrong?
Eion was nervous. Excited, but very nervous. He had seen that the tattoo and piercing shop in Diagon was hiring for piercers. Since he still hadn't figured out a solid profession... why not try this? He'd pierced before, not only his own ears and newly-done nose, but also Nim's ears and tongue and Wren's ears. That one had been fun, since it was super different. He'd gathered a few pictures with Aspen's help, since she was better with a camera... something about keeping records of plants. Anyway, he had a portfolio (something he was sure to mis-name at some point) and a reasonable plan. He'd practiced interview stuff with various friends, and he was fairly sure he was somewhat confident for this. Walking up the alley, Eion walked into All or Nothing. It had a skate park side, then the tattoo and piercing studio. He headed over and flagged down the man at the counter. "Hi there. Um... my name is Eion, and I saw that you guys were hiring for a piercer. So I wrote up an application and came to see if there was a manager or owner or someone I could talk to about an interview. I-if not, I can always come back another day, if that's better." There was the nervousness. Right on schedule.
{{OoC: wearing x}}
Mʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ
I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀᴡ Hᴀʟᴇʏ's ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴛ, sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇᴅ, sᴀɪᴅ, "Wʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ"
Eᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴏsᴘʜᴇʀᴇ
Tᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ
Tᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ
I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴɢʀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2021 8:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2021 8:46 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? All or Nothing
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? A bundle of nerves and the guy behind the counter
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Job Application and maybe an interview?
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? What if this goes horribly wrong?
Eion blinked when the man behind the counter spoke. Part of it was... words. the other part, Eion had no clue on. There was someone at school that talked similarly... but he couldn't remember their name. Oh wait! He was doing important things. The guy said something about victims, then held his hand out. What.... what? OH! Eion offered a nervous grin, handing over the portfolio. Inside were pictures of Wren's ears, Nim's several ear piercings and his tongue ring, as well as some of Eion's own piercings, though those, he hoped, were pretty obvious. Since he had all his ear jewelry in. "I-I know it's not like... a whole bunch, but I figured you guys probably do training too, and that'd only add stuff. So... hopefully it's a good start?"
He shuffled a bit, the boy's nervousness practically radiating off him. Maybe it wasn't enough? What if he didn't have enough info within the small spattering of pictures? Time to add more... maybe. "I-I also practiced the healing spells that come in handy... plus the non-magical ways to take care of piercings and stuff. And I'm pretty good at making sure people don't get all in a freak before... y'know... I stab 'em." He chuckled, though the tone was partially in hopes that the owner wouldn't... murder him on the spot. He seemed to have a dark sense of humor, which was something actually in Eion's favor. Plus at worst, Eion could just pop his eye out and freak him out... but probably not.
{{OoC: wearing x}}
Mʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ
I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀᴡ Hᴀʟᴇʏ's ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴛ, sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇᴅ, sᴀɪᴅ, "Wʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ"
Eᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴏsᴘʜᴇʀᴇ
Tᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ
Tᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ
I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴɢʀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2021 9:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2021 9:15 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? All or Nothing
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Possible Boss Man??
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Job Interview
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Hope he's not grossed out...
Eion was a bit surprised when the guy seemed... somewhat interested? He hadn't been turned away yet, anyhow. Then a question Eion had... kinda been expecting came out. Okay, no problem. Then again... well, this guy seemed... well... maybe this wouldn't be a terrible place to say something that might otherwise get him slapped. Welp. Here went nothing. "Oh you know, you get stabbed, then you've just gotta stab others. An eye for an eye. Literally in my case." With practiced ease, he popped out his glass eye, cackling softly as he tossed it in the air and caught it once more. After a bright grin, he tilted his head back and pushed the offending eyeball back into his head.
Some of his friends were impressed with his little parlor trick. Some thought it was disgusting. How would his possible potential boss feel... well. It was too late to turn back now. Eion blinked rapidly, resetting the eyeball to correct position. "In real and true honesty, I think it's fun. I have lots of piercings in my own head, and it's fun to help others express themselves. It's one thing to wear a cool necklace, it's another to stab a bar through your ear." He nodded, hoping he'd had the swing of things down.
{{OoC: wearing x}}
Mʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ
I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀᴡ Hᴀʟᴇʏ's ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴛ, sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇᴅ, sᴀɪᴅ, "Wʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ"
Eᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴏsᴘʜᴇʀᴇ
Tᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ
Tᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ
I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴɢʀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2022 6:59 pm
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 ♝♗SCYTHARIA THEILER BLACKWOOD21 years || Lone Star Academy Alumna || halfblood
Owner and Tour Guide
Terror Tours
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Scytharia stepped into All or Nothing with a friendly wave to the staff. She’d been here before, mostly to skate, plus when she had gotten her tattoo. She wasn’t really a regular--Scythe didn’t go anything regularly if she could help it-- but she had been working in Diagon Alley for long enough that it would be embarrassing not to know the fellow employees around. What was perhaps weird was her being in during the summer busy season. But even in summer there were breaks, and Scythe needed a break.
”Hey Alex,” she greeted, tossing her curls over a shoulder to Alduin’s annoyance--her moke was perched on her shoulder as usual, and having his cover blown caused him to shrink immediately to the size of a fingernail and scuttle under her shirt to hide. ”Just here to skate today. How’re you doing?”
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setting All or Nothing--back at the Skate Park,Monday in Summer 2055 || with Alex, various patrons
appearance 5’7”, curvy, tattoo on her left collarbone || wearing bright red top and jeans, tatoo peeking out.
status Time to unwind and have a good time! _______________//OOC: I have no idea what we're doing anymore but LET'S GO XDXD
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Slept in a room with the ghost of Gram Parsons
Drank some wine I can't afford
Went to San Antonio to the riverwalk and the rodeo
Seen the white cliffs of Dover from the shore
You can take me out of the country
But you can't take the country out of me
♗♝"~"Dime Store Cowgirl" by Kacey Musgraves.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2022 10:37 pm
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Alexandria Barrett
Gryffindor Alumna - Forty Three - Pureblood - Married - Mother
All or Nothing Ink and Board Shop - Piercing Specialist & Skate Park Assistant
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The summer months always bustled with clients, especially with students who were away at Hogwarts (or some other school for witchcraft and wizardry). Alex stepped into the back to check on the skaters in between clients. It would have made things easier if everyone who showed up had pre-booked an appointment. Alas, that wasn’t how the world worked, and she knew that if she was in her customers’ shoes, she, too, would not have booked an appointment. Luckily, she didn’t need one. There have been a couple times when she had gotten a tattoo on a whim when it was slow. All of her colleagues have tattooed her at least once, except Emmett of course. Although Alexandria had to admit he did a good job, she always suspected he might “accidentally” mess up on her, and then she’d be stuck with an ugly mistake, parading it around the shop just as she did most of her tattoos, including her latest one that she and her daughter had got matching versions of for her eighteenth birthday on their ankles.
As the Gryffindor Alumna sterilized her tools and equipment for her current customer’s belly button – a young girl, couldn’t be more than Penelope’s age – she couldn’t help but take a moment to remember that her eldest had graduated (with better grades than either she or Crash received when they were her age) and was planning on moving out after she got a job. Alex had never been one to reminisce on the passing of time, so she quickly let that thought go as she knelt in front of her client to disinfect her naval area with rubbing alcohol. “You might feel a little cold when I put the needle through, but it shouldn’t hurt too much,” she reassured the girl after making a mark to pinpoint where she wanted the piercing.
Once they had finished up and Alexandria explained how to take care of the wound to help it heal properly, her client had left and another girl had walked in. The Piercing Specialist had immediately recognized her although she wasn’t a regular, but she came by often enough that the staff knew her. “Hey, Scythe. What brings you in today?” she asked. Once her question was answered, Alex responded with, “Board and helmet?” As she led her customer towards the skate park equipment, she answered Scytharia’s next question. “I’m good. My oldest baby just graduated,” she said, forming her mouth into a dramatic frown. “How are you? How are the Terror Tours going?”
I t h o u g h t by now you'd realize I can do a n y t h i n g I put my mind to
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I can make the s t a r s dance and light up the m o o n
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