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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2022 4:54 pm
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 ♝♗SCYTHARIA THEILER BLACKWOOD21 years || Lone Star Academy Alumna || halfblood
Owner and Tour Guide
Terror Tours
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“I just needed a break,” Scytharia replied with a rueful shake of her head. She really needed to hire a shop assistant. Thus far she’d managed asking friends or the previous owners to watch the shop when she was out, but she was losing business–not to mention running herself to the ground– trying to run everything by herself.
“Sounds good,” Scythe nodded at the offer of a board and helmet. She tried to mix it up between skates and board, but she was definitely more comfortable on a board.
Scythe grinned at the mention of Alex's eldest–she was closer in age to Penelope herself, but she tended to see Alex more–which made for an odd dynamic with both of them. Scythe liked Penelope's energy--they’d talked about the yoga club and quidditch a few times. “Ayy Penelope! Congratulations! Why the long face?” She teased Alex with a playful jab. “Is she moving out straightaway? Quidditch? Dancing? Travelling?”
Scythe fumbled for a hair tie as she replied to Alex’s question about her own work.“Summer really is the busy season, and it's so much more so as owner. Some things are just our usual packages, but I’ve got special tours going on almost every weekend,” Scythe grinned, always happy to share a tale. She leaned forward conspiratorially. “So I did another Irish Pub Crawl last weekend, right? And we see this one fellow. Sloshed as anything. He walks straight into the door as we're walking in, and we're all 'Are you okay?!' and he just takes my guest by the shoulder, looks them in the eyes, and in a deep, dry, scratchy voice, he goes:
"‘Your lucky numbers are toad and carrot. Do not cross the chicken. Do NOT cross the chicken.’ and then before anyone can react, he falls over and passes out. So my guest turns to me, startled but grinning, and is like 'I thought you said this wasn't one of the terror tours!"
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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 just assumed some things but as always
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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 31, 2022 9:53 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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Alexandria nodded, understanding Scytharia’s need for a break. Hell, she needed one too. Once she got Penelope settled into her new home and Syd went back to school, she knew things would calm down. Maybe she’d book a vacation for herself and Crash, too. It hadn’t been too long since their last vacation, when they had visited Portugal for their fifteenth wedding anniversary last spring, but things have been hectic with their daughter lately, which added unnecessary stress on top of the shop being in its busiest season of the year. Things were much more stressful when Alex was Penny’s age, however. That was the year that her brother Dalton had been killed in an attack at the train station on the last day of school, and she had only made it home the next day, carrying his body. Alex’s sternum felt warm, so she rubbed it, willing the tears that she suddenly felt trying to make their way out from behind her eyes away. How her mother must have felt that day, twenty five years ago, she couldn’t begin to fathom.
The stress she felt now was good. Her daughter graduated and was ready to move out, and not because she couldn’t stand being at home like Alex had done all those years ago. The forty three year old’s dramatized frown transformed into a grin, matching Scythe’s. “She’s moving out with one of her friends – a boy,” she unfolded. “Not her boyfriend, but I’ve met him. He seems like a good kid,” she explained. “He’s not gay, though, so I dunno. We’ll see how that goes, I guess.” The Gryffindor Alumna smirked. If it wasn’t for the fact that the two had tried dating and decided they were better off friends, she didn’t know how comfortable she would have felt about the two living together. Then again, she knew she raised Penny well, and she had a good head on her shoulders – much better than Alex at her age, anyway. “She also got a job as an Apparition Professor. Weird, hey?”
Alexandria handed Scythe her equipment before leaning against the counter, listening to her talk about her work, specifically, about her pub crawl. As she listened, her eyebrows only seemed to rise higher and higher. “Wow. That is bizarre. Irishmen,” she commented with a snicker. “Any idea what he might have been talking about?”.
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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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2022 9:45 pm
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Samuel Dashwood
CURSEBREAKER - HUFFLEPUFF ALUMNI
Sam couldn't quite keep the smile off his face as he entered the shop. He had been wanting to get another tattoo for a while now. He'd first gotten the tattoo on the skyline on his wrist the day after graduation, along with his cousin. His mother had not been super happy (though Aunt Hallie thought it was "dope". Her words). She'd eventually gotten over it and realized he was an adult and could do what he wanted with this body. In fact, after a while, she'd even admitted that she liked it.
Ever since he'd been thinking about his next one, but he hadn't had much free time with work and everything. But now he was here. With Hailey. The thought made him dizzy. In a good way. Things had been going really well between them and most all his free time had been spent with her. He could have never in a million years have seen this relationship coming. Not only was he dating his best friend's younger sister, but the two of them were almost complete opposites. She was a rule follower. He wasn't so much. She wasn't always one for taking risks. Sam did that for a career. And she certainly wasn't the type to get a tattoo, and yet, here they were.
Getting matching tattoos. Or at least in theory. He could tell she was nervous, he imagined this was something way out of her comfort zone. If she decided she didn't want to, he wouldn't say a word. He didn't want her to be pressured in any way. About the tattoo...or anything that might happen in their future. Either way, he was leaving this place with a tattoo. Maybe even two. He'd always wanted one of his shoulder blades, but he doubted Hailey would go for that for herself.
"So, you're sure about this?" He asked turning to Hailey, trying not to grin from ear to ear. "Because if you're not, it really is okay," he paused for a moment, "but it will be bloody cool if you do get it."
{{OoC: xxxxx}}
We may lose, and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in
So take it easy
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2022 2:28 pm
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Hailey Scheer
Twenty Years Old - Slytherin Alumna - Muggleborn
Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic
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Hailey stepped into the shop, pulling her jacket hood from her head, revealing her perfectly curled ponytail that she had so desperately tried to keep hidden from the rain. It wasn’t raining hard, but it was enough to ruin her hairdo. As she stepped into the shop with a smiling Sam, she couldn’t help but feel nervous and out of place. She felt as though her choice of pink made her stand out like a sore thumb as she compared her outfit to those of the other women in the store. Perhaps she should have dressed a little darker and less peppy. It also didn’t help that the only thing Hailey had ever done to her body was get her ears pierced, which were very normal and common for children to do. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get a tattoo.
It took a lot of convincing on Sam’s part, and even more designing to create the most elegant tattoo – one that Hailey would actually consider having inked onto her body for the rest of her life, albeit the couple’s tattoos wouldn’t exactly be matching. They were in the same style, but hers would be a rose and his, a butterfly, which typically represented turning over a new leaf in a relationship. In a sense, they were turning over a new leaf. Their initial ‘honeymoon’ phase was coming to an end as they neared their first anniversary (but she was definitely not going to be getting a tattoo every year). She also liked that rose tattoos symbolized beauty, new love, and love won, so she had chosen that one, leaving Sam with the butterfly. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care which one he got as long as he got one.
Hailey looked up at her boyfriend as he asked if she was sure, giving her one last out if she wasn’t. For a split second, Hailey thought about backing out. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. She wasn’t the type to get a tattoo after all, right? Wasn’t this all wrong for her? For a moment, all of the convincing, designing, testing a fake version on different parts of her body, her pros vs. cons list (yes, she did create a pros vs. cons list) were all thrown out the window. But then Sam commented that it would be “bloody cool” if she did, and her sudden doubts were reassured by her memories of all of the planning that had gone into this. “I’m sure,” she said with a nod before mentioning, “Maybe I should go first. Just so that I don’t change my mind once you’re done.” If she saw that Sam was in a lot of pain, she wasn’t sure she’d want to go next, but if she started first, there would be no turning back.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
You were r e d and you liked me 'cause I was b l u e
But you t o u c h e d me and suddenly I was a l i l a c sky
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2022 12:02 am
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? All or Nothing
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Customers, probably
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Work Stuff mostly
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Wonder what they need
Eion had been helping out in the shop for a year now, and he was comfortable with operations. Plus, he was certified now and getting a fairly steady income from piercing clients. He always felt weird, like he was verging somewhere between a childish fascination and an actual grown-up job. His thoughts on the matter were dampened a bit by the fact he was pretty sure Eme and Sena were still sneaking money in his bank so he could afford the basics. (Then again it was really easy to afford basics when he still lived with his parents... for now, though!)
He looked up when the door chimed, spotting a guy who looked like he... sorta belonged (probably more at the skate park) and a girl wearing a lot of pink. Then again, Moira liked pink and he was a thousand percent certain she could kick his arse any day of the week. "Hey there. Welcome to All or Nothing. I'm Eion. Are... you guys here to skate or for the tattoo or piercing shop? If it's piercings, I'm your guy, but for the other stuff, I'll have to get someone else. But either way, I can getcha started." He used a free hand to rub underneath his left eye, subtly adjusting the glass within. He tucked his pen behind his ear, offering a lopsided grin.
{{Wearing :: Dark & Punk}}
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: Sun Feb 20, 2022 10:15 pm
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Samuel Dashwood
CURSEBREAKER - HUFFLEPUFF ALUMNI
Sam watched Hailey closely and could see the wheels turning in her head as he gave her the option to back out. He had just about prepared himself to walk back out the door with her and come back another time by himself when she nodded. Sam smiled. He wasn't sure how she viewed this whole thing, but for him, Hailey deciding to get this tattoo with him meant more than she could know. Maybe he was just being sappy, but to him, it felt like commitment. Having her do something that he loved, despite her hesitation was a show of love. And once again, bloody cool.
As Hailey brought up the idea of her going first Sam couldn't help but laugh ever so slightly. "Yeah, that may be wise," he agreed. He could imagine watching the process, especially the blood, wouldn't exactly help her comfort level. He remembered the surprise at just how much blood there had been with his tattoo. People didn't tend to talk about that as much, and probably with good reason. "I think that rose is going to look just perfect. There's nothing to worry about."
Just then he noticed the man who seemed to be running the shop at the moment. Sam gave him a small nod and once the man had finished speaking he piped up. "Thanks, mate. We're looking to get some tattoos. Two of them to be exact," he said as he grabbed Hailey's hand and smiled. "We've got the design ready and everything if there's an artist free right now."
{{OoC: xxxxx}}
We may lose, and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in
So take it easy
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2022 9:47 pm
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Hailey Scheer
Twenty Years Old - Slytherin Alumna - Muggleborn
Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic
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Hailey snickered nervously at Sam’s comment, but relaxed a little when he assured her that there wasn’t anything to worry about, and that her tattoo would look perfect. She leaned into him a little in sort of a side hug, hoping for a little bit more comfort. Gods, she felt all sorts of emotions that she tried her best to prepare herself to deal with today. However, no matter how much she tried to prepare and feel her feelings, she still somehow managed to block them out when they got too strong until she was there, standing in the shop and they just weren’t going away.
Hailey turned her attention to the man who had greeted them, immediately noticing one eye was a brilliant blue while the other a blazing red. Those had to be fake, she realized, trying to pay attention to what he was saying although she had been taken aback. It wasn’t like Hailey to be distracted, but it also wasn’t like her to get a tattoo. Yet, there she was. Luckily, Sam had actually seemed to pay attention as he had answered the heterochromia-eyed man, explaining that they wanted to get tattoos. Feeling a sense of safety (but only a little) when Sam squeezed her hand, Hailey nodded, agreeing that they were, in fact, getting tattoos.
If it wasn’t for them getting couple tattoos and making her first (and probably final) tattoo experience a romantic thing, Hailey would have invited Aspen along, if only to hold her other hand. Also, maybe to prove to her that she would go through with getting one considering her best friend was so convinced that she wouldn’t do it. “Yep, one each,” she added when Sam mentioned they’d be getting two. The blonde wanted to make sure that no one would somehow draw up both the rose and butterfly tattoos on her – one was plenty.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
You were r e d and you liked me 'cause I was b l u e
But you t o u c h e d me and suddenly I was a l i l a c sky
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2022 10:50 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? All or Nothing
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Customers and Emmet (eventually)
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Work Stuff mostly
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? She looks like Aspen's friend...
Eion nodded a bit when thanked, feeling a bit bad about accepting. He wasn't really doing anything but his job, so he didn't really feel he needed the praise. "Two tattoos.... tat-twos you might say." He chuckled under his breath at his own joke, finding the silly play on words quite hilarious. When he said they had their designs all ready, Eion nodded, ducking down to grab some paperwork. Setting the papers before the couple (probably a couple, given their hand-holding), he offered a lopsided grin. "So I'm totally not the tattoo guy. Trust me, no one wants that. But I'll see who's free while you fill out these papers. Don't forget they have a back part too.... and um. They'll need some other stuff, but I'll go find someone for more instructions. I only really handle piercings." He nodded, stepping aside to go and see who was available.
After locating Emmett, Eion walked back up to the counter. "Don't worry, guys! I found ya someone. He'll be up in a minute. Hey..." He paused, looking at the blonde. "I think you and me went to school together. You're Aspen's pal, right? I keep trying to get her to let me do up her piercings, but she keeps saying no. Weird, right?" He flashed an innocent smile, not realizing that not only did his friend have sufficient piercings, but she was mildly afraid of trusting a half-blind kid known to be rather clumsy. "You also seem kinda nervous. I would be too. Lemme know if I can help, though! I sure don't mind."
{{Wearing :: Dark & Punk}}
{{OoC: Quoted Yuki to see if Emmet doesn't mind doing his job xP}}
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: Tue Mar 01, 2022 5:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2022 11:21 pm
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Samuel Dashwood
CURSEBREAKER - HUFFLEPUFF ALUMNI
Sam snickered silently as Hailey clarified that the plan was one tattoo for each of them. She clearly wanted to make sure there wasn't any room for interpretation. He was well aware that she was more than happy to just get the one tattoo and would probably never set foot in here, or any other tattoo shop, ever again. He'd probably have to go alone if he ever wanted more (which he was already planning and designing in his head).
Sam smiled even brighter when the man, Eion, took the opportunity to make a pun. "Ehhh, that's a good one," he said, awkwardly pointing at Eion and smiling from ear to ear. "I'm stealing that for later," he added with a small laugh. As Eion continued to speak, Sam took the paperwork and began to fill it out, still listening closely to the man before he had stepped away for a moment to find one of the artists. Sam's interest was piqued when Eion returned and began addressing Hailey. He'd obviously met some of Hailey's friends, but he had a few years on her so he'd never known any of them at school. He'd only kind of known Hailey and only because she was Jordan's little sister.
Soon Sam looked up as another man joined them, announcing himself to be the tattoo artist. Sam gave the man a small nod, trying his best to get a read on him. He didn't seem quite as pleased to be there as Eion, but Sam didn't mind much. He'd had plenty of experience being judged by other people. It was human nature after all and he did his fair share of it too. Also maybe the guy just had RBF. "We sure do," Sam replied when asked about their designs. "Don't worry, we aren't getting each other's names tattooed on our thighs or anything like that." He almost immediately regretted the joke. What if this guy had his significant other's name tattooed on his thigh. He hoped not for the man's sake just as much as for his own. "We're going for the wrists. A butterfly and a rose."
{{OoC: xxxxx}}
We may lose, and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in
So take it easy
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2022 1:39 pm
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Hailey Scheer
Twenty Years Old - Slytherin Alumna - Muggleborn
Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic
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Hailey let out a small yet audible snicker when the heterochromia-eyed man made a pun although his joke wasn’t normally one that the blonde would find funny. Perhaps she laughed due to feeling a bit nervous and not quite feeling like herself. In most other circumstances, she would not have reacted one bit. Some people found her personality rather off-putting, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to coming across as a b***h. Unlike most people, Hailey didn’t really care if others liked her as long as they respected her and took her seriously, especially when it came to working with her. Eion then brought over paperwork for them to fill out and explained that he wasn’t the ’tattoo guy’, but that he’d find someone. In the meantime, the couple began read and signed the forms in front of them.
Eion returned alone a moment later, explaining that the tattoo artist would be with them in a moment. Hailey continued to focus her attention on the forms until the piercing specialist mentioned that they went to school together and asked if she was friends with Aspen. The blonde looked up, realizing that they had indeed not only went to school together, but were in the same graduating class. “Oh, right, yeah – your name was Sheldon before right?” she asked, remembering him from early on in Hogwarts. However, the two never really spoke, and even when he and Aspen finally became friends, Hailey was already so busy with all of her classes, clubs, and prefect duties, that she never hung out with him and mostly stuck with hanging out with Aspen and Wren, and hanging out with their bigger friend group when she had time (which was seldom). “Thanks,” she said with a small smile when Eion offered help with her nerves if there was any way that he could.
At that moment, a much older man had approached, introducing himself as Emmet – their tattoo artist. Hailey didn’t know who to expect, but the fact that he was older made her feel better since he must have had many years under his belt, unless of course he got into the tattoo artist business after having a midlife crisis. In which case, Hailey was terrified of getting tattooed by him. Sam, on the other hand, seemed pretty relaxed as she jumped in and described their tattoo ideas. Hailey, however, stood by his side quietly, trying to read Emmet.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
You were r e d and you liked me 'cause I was b l u e
But you t o u c h e d me and suddenly I was a l i l a c sky
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2022 2:40 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? All or Nothing
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Customers and Emmet (eventually)
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Work Stuff mostly
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Why'd she have to use that name?
Eion was glad he could help, watching as the others filled out their papers and such. He finally asked the blonde if he knew her, perhaps as one of Aspen's friends. It was then that she agreed they did know one another.... until she called him the-name-that-shouldn't-be-said. Dropping his expression into one just shy of anger, his voice tilting more into a growl than his normal tone, he spoke up. "No. That's not my name. Don't call me that. My name is Eion." He didn't really care if he was at work, he just... couldn't handle being called by that name.
When Emmet walked out, Eion took a deep breath, weight seemingly back off his shoulders. Emmet called him another name (though this one Eion didn't recognize, but he assumed it was meant as an insult). Eion glanced over at the other guy, listening as he assured Emmet that it wasn't anything like their names. Apparently they were getting ink on their wrists, a butterfly and a rose. Eion vaguely wondered which would be getting which. Not like it mattered, he didn't have to do any of the art or anything. After asking about helping if she needed a hand, the girl said thanks, which left Eion to wonder if it was a polite thanks or a genuine request for help. Either way, he wasn't doing much today.
{{Wearing :: Dark & Punk}}
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: Tue Mar 15, 2022 2:54 pm
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