Phoenix Piercings and Tattoo Shop

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Natalia shuffled up to the building, keys in hand. It looked like she was the first to arrive to the tattoo shop. She let out a sigh as she unlocked the front door. She would need to start getting the store ready for opening. The place seemed like it was uniform. Walking over to her desk she sat down in her chair, pulling her laptop from her bag and opening it. Typing away at an open document. She had some work to do, she would make sure to pick up any calls that came in. Hopefully one of the tattoo artists came in soon. It would be hard to schedule a appointment without the artists around. Picking up a pen she jotted some things down in a notebook and went back to her computer. She was multi tasking. She was trying to find some more detailed records of her family, and the way they died. It was hard to find some of the earlier death records. Some seemed to be unrecorded. One of her relatives one hundred years ago died in an asylum. Sh could only imagine the paranoia they must have been going thought. Natalia could feel for them, though back then people were much more superstitious about things like that. Natalia felt like there was a logical explanation for what was going on with her family. A series of unfortunate events.

Thinking back on her family, Natalia felt a sense of loneliness. She had to face at a young age that she was alone. She did not have a mother, or father or even siblings anymore. She lost all she had, she was all that remained of the Roivas family. She closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair shaking her head. Thinking about her family always felt like a sucker punch to the gut. She took a deep breath before she started to fiddle with the pen. She was living in her families home. They have owned it for a very long time. The house itself was very beautiful., and decorated elegantly. She could not help but feel a little uneasy in the house. A lot of the bedrooms are still the way people have left them before they died. She had the idea of turning the house into a hotel of some sort but she was not a very outgoing person. She leaned on the desk looking both deep in thought, and bored. She could not help but feel like she was not alone in the house. Perhaps it was just her nerves playing tricks on her. The house was old and old houses almost had lives of their own. Nonetheless she felt like she was over reacting whenever she felt uneasy in the house.

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[Yaroki]

The quiet of the shop would be tragically cut down as the door swung open, "she who shines brightest has arrived." While the blue woman did think this was an accurate description of her, she was actually just referencing a interactive story app she had recently played. Looking around the tattoo shop she found it near empty, in fact only the receptionist seemed to be there. A cute little thing with dyed hair and big brown eyes, "You're my ... brown-eyed girl....Do you remember when ... we used to sing.....Sha la la la la la." Singing as she strut towards the counter, her black skirt flowing just above her ankles which were covered by 2½ inch stiletto heeled black boots that clicked with each step. Upon reaching the counter she'd slightly push the laptop's screen down. "Oh sweetie there are such wonderful things to see, such as the endless skies or me." Though she'd been in town for a while she couldn't place thus girl's name and face. Stepping back so as to have room, the demon girl would take a slight bow. "Lucy Lane at your service milady and what wondrous title attempts to match thy beauty?" Unlike most flattery, Lucy meant every word of her overly exuberant compliments.


Standing with a smile the blue woman's mind began racing. How could I not remember such a little jewel, true I haven't thought about getting more ink in well over five hundred years. And if she came while I was working on a project, it's not to strange we've missed each other. " Looking over the various tattoos that lay on the wall behind the fetching girl, Lucy couldn't help feeling none of these matched her current tattoos which were more biblical. Of course that was more a middle finger to her parents as a pose to her being religious.

Diabolical Donut

 

[Krazy Kuni]

~Eilese~

With: Carcer
Apparel: Stiletto thigh high's, black mini skirt white crop top, netted arm warmer's.
Emotions: Tired
Location: Tattoo shop

"Looks like the hotties arrived before I did" Eilese said as she waltzed in with a smile. Her eyes blood shot and her cheeks puffy. Her thigh high boots clicked as she walked. Her hips swayed letting the skirt dancing around her temped to move up n its own as she walked.
Seeing a blue skinned female she simply smiled and walked over. "If you need help with a selection I have binders with photos of more in the back, looks like Id be the only one available to do you currently. Although I dont think Id hate having a beautiful woman like you in my chair". Eilese gave a flirtatious smile as she leaned onto the counter, she may have looked as if she had been crying but as she selt her helmet on the counter she looked as if she was trying to flirt and relax herself now.
Glancing behind the counter she couldn't remember then name of the new girl, guaranteed the deed was just signed over to her recently she hardly knew the people working there, although she did know how to work a tattoo gun easily enough, although it wasnt her preferred job after all she was the manager, but she was expected to know what to do if she had to fill in. After all that was half the reason she was here, she didnt have any artist claiming to show up yet so she had to stop in. So here she was playfully flirting with her new worker and a client hoping it would have them ignore the red eyes, puffy cheeks and tear stains. After all she wasn't going to tell them what had set her off and made her be late

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Yaroki

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[Kurisuchin Saiyuki]

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[Kurisuchin Saiyuki]

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Not even the rain could stop her from satiating the need for a tattoo since she definitely wanted one, though for now, Yukina was settling for a small one to be placed in her arm. The dual-eyed lady, with the eye-patch concealing her demonic eye, was looking at the album, though it was actually a clear book containing printed designs for most of the tattoos requested by the client. There was one design that caught her interest, three circles conjoined together, a unique symbol for strength. In Yukina's opinion, that was something unique, though she still had to research on what that symbol was all about. Thank goodness for data connection which can be accessed through her mobile phone; the Wi-Fi connection in their house was horrendous at the moment because of the weather. Thanks to the search engine, she was able to look at the meaning at those three circles.

Strength... huh? I like it, a smirk curled up her lips at that discovery. Simple design, yet laden with meaning. That's it. That was what she would like to have on her arm later once the tattoo artist would ask her later.

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Location: Phoenix Piercings and Tattoo Shop
Status: Single
Mood: craving for something
Company: no one for now
OOC: I thought I posted this earlier. Sorry.

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[momo muni]

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Y U K O K W O N
℧ in her haunted playlist she confides ℧
location ℧ phoenix and piercings tattoo shop
action ℧ wandering
mood ℧ neutral
company ℧ amaya
dating ℧ no one

" 佚 "

It wasn't because the girl wanted to get pierced or inked that she came here. No, Yuko only came upon the shop while wandering. She realized she didn't know much of the neighborhood, and that wouldn't do later on if she ever got lost. So she braved the cold, downcast, rainy weather with a clear umbrella. Of course, Amaya followed behind as she usually did. The two walked (or floated) side by side, coming upon shops and nooks that are more interesting than at first glance.Yuko watched the small puddles that formed, the small raindrops that passed through her companion's body. Belatedly, the girl wondered if any of the residents would be able to see the soul as well, or if she is the only one who is able to do so. She stores that question away, to be pondered later on.

Right now, she's standing in front of the store. The rain had started to pour slightly harder, and the girl realized she'll go down with a heavy fever the next day if she didn't get out of the cold atmosphere soon. This prompted her into action, slowly walking out of the rain and into the store. Amaya simply passed through the door, following the younger girl inside.

The interior was cozier than the two thought. It was brightly lit, the lights hanging from the ceiling illuminating the place. The wooden floors gleamed, pristine and well-cleaned. The tools were layed out neatly. Outside the raindrops tapped on the glass panes.

The shop was fairly silent. No radio nor chatter, just the pitter patter of the rain on the roof and windows. "This place is kept well." Amaya's ghostly whisper resounds next to her. Yuko nods solemnly, agreeing but choosing not to voice out her answer.

A woman with short white hair stood about, looking at something on her phone. A prospective customer, most likely. It seemed like the artist of the shop wasn't around at the moment, neither were there any other customers obviously. Yuko decided not to bother the woman, choosing to keep to herself and the soul beside her. If the woman chose to acknowledge her presence, only then will she act, but for now she can live with blissful ignorance. She takes out her phone and scrolls through one of her multiple social media accounts, wading through the hundreds of cat pictures posted for the day. She thought of looking for a job, one to further sustain her position in society. She stores that thought away, to be pondered later on.

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