it was one of those moments where he got to show his creative side. coming from the darkness he couldn't help but print these amazing art designs on peoples body. he may have been blind but he was good at what he did.
his thoughts completely on his work of a wolf and a horse running with each other against a winter storm. it was a first for him but yet anything was inevitable. now that the first coat was done he handed the lady a slip that said she had a free layer on the way for her tattoo on her shoulder blade.
he gave his guest a friendly smile and got paid the two-hundred dollars for the tattoo. sticking it in the money box he placed up the buzzer and walked to the back, it being there just in case another customer was to come.
he made his way to the back to think about the last few weeks of his life. 5 months ago he was meeting the girl of his dreams, 3 months ago he was showing his love to her in the back of his car, it being his first to show, 1 week ago she left and shoved him away for no reason to speak... at least none that he knew of.
tears weld in his eyes but somehow he kept the world of sadness from falling to the ground and stood up to head to the buzzer that was going out of control, maybe a stupid ass male teen.
Re: w.orld of P A I N « Reply #1 on Feb 26, 2008, 11:07am »
{i have no adversion to this at the moment since you're new. however, next time you should post inside one of the catergories =] thanks}
Valera strode in to the tattoo room. She looked rather pretty today. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun with loose tendrils of the white-blonde mess falling in her face. Black eyeliner rimmed her pale green irises. Her lids were dusted lightly with a silver sparkle powder. Her outfit was typical for a day at the Inkwell. Her long legs were covered (hardly) with a pair of completely destroyed jeans. She was wearing a white cotton shirt with stars scattered stratigically over the front. Her long red pea coat was still over her shoulders.
She shrugged it off absentmindedly as she set it on the rack behind the front desk. She looked around the room. The walls were deep burgandy and acted as a giant corkboard, littered with tons of tattoo designs by herself and her faithful employees. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Tyson, bent over a recent transaction. "You're here rather early this morning, Tyson. What could the occasion be?" She assesed him with her bright, curious eyes. Of course she wondered just a bit. Was she just that great of a boss? The thought made her grin ever so slightly. She knew she was good to her employees but she also knew some only worked for her because she paid well.
tyson reached up and took the buzzer away from the male as he presumed and then asked a few questions about what he wanted. once the prices for what he wanted were given out, the boy left. he wasn't that rich and obviously
he turned around to grab some things off the bottom shelf and then he would go to the back room, putting up the buzzer again. this all didn't happen, his boss walked in just before he was going to file the girl he had just finished tattoos.
it was an early morning, maybe 9a.m. his head shook. just needed to get out of the house he smiled. tyson never really was one to talk, he mostly nodded his head and shrugged, signaling he understood what was asked. oh, we are running low on ink... just to run it by you. he said as the empty cartridge in his pocket reminded him.
Re: w.orld of P A I N « Reply #3 on Feb 26, 2008, 8:55pm »
Whipping out a red ballpoint pen and a small green notepad, Valera wrote down the shortage in her tall careful script. "Ink i can do. So how's business been this morning?" Valera felt slightly bad. She knew Tyson didn't talk much. However, Valera talked an awful lot and she always needed to know what was going on. She leaned against the desk and looked around. The large bay window beside the door reflected on the crossroads. It hardly reflected any of the beauty of Glen Oak, but money was short and she had to act while this place was still for sale. She was lucky she even got ahold of it.
She flicked a wisp of hair out of her face. Tyson was probably her favorite of all her employees. He was always so polite and nice. Very cute, too. Argh, Val. No. You're not allowed to like your employees. She thought to herself as she smiled slightly.
Tyson gave a small truthful smile and stood up strait to directly speak to her. Although he couldn't see her he knew where she was by her voice and the cut from air she blocked from the door that kept closing and opening from people passing through.
He nodded his head It's been pretty good, not too much, too less... Just enough to keep up with. Although kids are still in school so just the elders, stonners and skippers he smiled in a joking way.
His gaze directly at her. He was direct guy but also seemed distant then others. He bashed his hair to the side and out of his face with a quick flip of his head. The flippy side was dyed red. At least for the time being.
Re: w.orld of P A I N « Reply #5 on Feb 29, 2008, 3:50pm »
Valera smiled and went to go file something on her computer. "That's good. That's very good." She called from the little office in the back. It was a nice little place, the burgundy walls plastered with her sketches and scrawls for future tattoo ideas. Her sleek red notebook computer was on her mahogany desk, a product of her accidentally leaving it after a long night yesterday. Taking a sip of her soft tan-colored coffee, she began typing a request to a ink factory for more.
Her mind wandered away just a bit as she began to think of something interesing. Quickly siezing a pencil and some paper, she began lightly shading a circle. Sucking on the tip of her pencil, she realized she had the shape wrong and erased it. Trying to picture the seashell in her mind's eye, she began again, this time succeding in shading the correct areas. That was, until she heard the tinkling of the little bell that signified someone was coming inside. She sighed and tore herself away from her sketch to see if it was anyone interesting.
T.yson looked down and then started to head off to get some tools ready for more people to come. Soon there was and he greeted them with a smile, showing the fangs he had done. they looked sharp and like he really could bite your neck.
his hands went to the pencil of ink and he buffered it up with some color and then set it down to go take the order. he saw his boss, V.alera coming up beside him or at least in their general direction.
it was an older man, maybe late 40's that had just gotten married and wanted his wife's name placed on his bicep. T.yson nodded and then signaled his head to have him follow him to the chair for him to get his new tattoo. T.yson shooting a friendly smile to V.alera.
it was now off the shift and time to go home. he had all of his things ready to go home. it had been a late day. 5p.m now. he clocked out and started to head out the door.
[she should request a date... hes not the type to do it]
Re: w.orld of P A I N « Reply #7 on Feb 29, 2008, 10:21pm »
Seeing as how it was only some man, she returned to her office to finish her seashell, knowing Tyson had it taken care of. A little more shading and she realized she had screwed up again. Frusterated, she tore the sheet of paper in half and crinkled both of them into little tiny balls. She threw each one into the trash can at the edge of the desk. She was beginning to get angry. Which gave her an entirely new idea. She began scrawling another picture, this time of a flame. She carefully scrawled a ribbon around the center and signed her name in the corner of the paper in her stiff doctor script.
Walking to the front, she pulled an unoccupied thumb-tack out of the wall and gently shoved it through the paper, sticking it to the wall for future customers to see. She spun around to see Tyson stepping toward the door. It took a half of a second of deliberation to make her decide to speak. "Tyson!" She called, as he spun around. "I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight?" Valera's smooth voice made everything sound so casual, even if she wasn't feeling casual on the inside.
as he headed to the door he stopped to be sure he didn't forget anything. he hated it when he forgot something and had to walk all the way back later that afternoon. the door swung open and his name was called for. realizing it was his boss's voice he turned around, prepared to do one more thing before he left... whatever she requested.
his eyes widened as if to ask wha? he waited for her to continue. was this a date? he didn't think so, not a girl like her. he rested his body on one leg and nodded. yeah, when... where? he asked, looking at her eyes, er at least thats what everyone saw him do.
if he looked to much down, he got slapped, if he continued this gaze he looked creepy so he had to shift his vision side to side.
Re: w.orld of P A I N « Reply #9 on Mar 17, 2008, 2:53pm »
"I was thinking Capulets for dinner." Her voice was unimaginably casual. She was leaning against a wall, her hair billowing in sharp contrast over her bright red pea coat. Her everlasting smirk was still evident on her thin, pale face. She twirled the ring in her ear and continuted, "If that's all right with you. But I'm sure Avery'd be thrilled to have us. She's quite the hostess." Valera liked promoting Avery almost as much as she liked promoting herself. It's great fun to advertise for pretty much anyone. Maybe I should consider a carreer in advertisement, She thought to herself, making her smirk more broad on her lips.
I really need a hobby outside of work. This is making me crazy. She thought. Maybe I'll do something more mind consuming. Like sudoku. Or archery. Her eyes darted around the gaping, dark red room, searching for something to occupy her racing mind as she waited almost too patiently for Tyson's response. Being a business woman, Valera was used to waiting on slow people. She did, after all, own a resteraunt. She turned her eyes back to Tyson's face as his lips parted to speak.
»word count: 212 because it's hard to type a whole bunch while waiting for a verbal response
Tyson thought about her words. Was it in him to go on such thingas a date? Was it a date or was she being a friendly boss? This wasnt clear to him but still he was going to proceed as if everything was friendly... nothing more. If there was something more he would deal with it when the time came.
Dinner sound great he creased the corner of his lips to creat a small smile for her. When shall I see you? he asked as innocent as he could. He didnt want things to come off too strong but yet again, he like the feeling of this... this... date.
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