Topic: Furey-ous Ink! Tattoo Parlor

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-10-26 18:11 EST
Maggie Furey had rented the shop and upstairs living quarters from Zev Zayveon last night. She was busy today, scrubbing, cleaning, and sanatizing the shop proper.

Equipment, supplies, and those nifty surplus dental chairs were being delivered tomorrow. Maggie couldn't wait to get things going, having had been in the business for over ten years on Earth, working for others. She was very talented, able to free hand just about anything anyone could come up with, and had an extensive collection of stencils and images were neatly packed away at the moment.

Painters were due tomorrow, as well, and she was thinking of heading over to that new De'laCroix studio to see if she couldn't talk the owner into doing some work on the walls, too. Maggie was a fabulous artist, but she mostly did small scale. This place was hers, and her artwork would adorn the few posters; images for customers to choose from or give them ideas. Maggie specialized, however, in one of a kind, and preferred not to do the same tatt twice. No one should have to share their tatt!

This lush and vivacious brunette was singing along to Tool as she scrubbed the floors, walls, and every counter surface. Place had to be sterile as an operating suite, Maggie prided herself on cleanliness, hygeine, and sterility; and in her business, it was a must.

Dressed in faded and worn jeans and a bikini top printed like the USA flag from Earth, she worked herself into a pleasant exhaustion. Once she decided to call it a night, she drug herself up the stairs and fell onto the queen sized bed she hadn't even taken the time to buy sheets for.

The new tatt parlor would open soon, but none to soon for Maggie! She new there would be a demand for tatt's here, and hers would be the best!

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-10-28 20:25 EST
Maggie was growing more excited as the shop came together today. She had three crews working through the night tonight to get everything in order for the grand opening on Halloween.

The three stations were set up, spotless and gleaming with their new mirrors, hardware, and surgical trays. Inks and needles in their places, and the dental chairs had been re-uphostered with zebra print velvet earlier today.

Maggie had hired a few kids to tack flyers up around town, and they had returned just now for the lunch and pay she had promised.

She smiled, a warm fuzzy feeling inside just looking at her dream coming true. The shipment of stickers just came in, too. They read "I'd pimp my sister for a Furey-ous Ink! tattoo."

She had them stacked next to the till, and she had an order in for Furey-ous Ink! t-shirts and other merchandise. So far, so good. Only problem was? She hadn't had ONE person drop by and ask when she'd be open, or show the slightest interest in her tatts. Was moving here a mistake? Was the shop a mistake??

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-10-29 17:54 EST
Exhausted and sore as hell, Maggie drug herself downstairs late that next morning to be pleasantly surprised at how much was done throughout the previous day, and night. She smiled and sat on the floor cross legged, clad only in a t-shirt and panties, and drank her first cup of coffee for the day as she stared at HER shop.

She sighed, cupping the steaming mug in her hands and began to laugh. Joy bubbled and filled her, and she screeched and whooped, jumping to her feet, spilling coffee on her shirt. She gasped and yelped, but the burn was not enough to pall her happiness. The storefront was done, the place was finished. She would be ready by Halloween!

The only thing left to do was to decorate the place. So, racing upsairs to shower quickly, then donning a black halter top and jeans, she hurried back downstairs.

Cranking up the latest Deathklok, she hung ghosts, bats, and witches from the ceiling as she drug a ladder around. Cobwebs from every corner, and skeletons hung on every closet, she went nuts with the decorations. It looked as if a party supply place had blown up in there! She laughed, and decided she had gone overboard a bit, so she took down the more juvenile decorations, and hung some dark purple Christmas-type lights, a few black-light bulbs in the porch lights outside, and put in a few strobes in the storefront. Skulls sat around the place, but they were actually part of the everyday decor, and a large demon-looking skull was setting on the counter by the till, filled with candy for any trick-or-treaters she might get. Maggie was ready!

Question is...is Rhy'din ready for her?

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-11-01 16:06 EST
The shop had been officially open for two days, now. Well, day and a half. Not one customer or interested party. She had quite a few trick-or-treaters, though.

Maggie sat outside her shop, smoking clove cigarettes and watching the people, waving to them in her attempts to be friendly. No business, yet.

She sighed and decided she needed more advertising. Flicking the ciggy butt into the sand filled barrel outside the tatt parlor's door, she headed inside to plan her bombardment of Rhydin with her ads.

Baker

Date: 2007-11-02 22:32 EST
Baker and Eve made their way through the Marketplace like a couple of bulls through a china shop...laughing, drinking, cussing and carrying on. They both had a long night of drinking and what better way to top off a debaucherous evening than with a spur of the moment, not-so-well thought out tattoo!

They had already accosted Lydia for directions earlier that night and later kicked in the front door of Cor?s Omellette shop and made themselves something to eat. Finally they had stumbled upon what they thought was the right place. They both stood and read the name on the window aloud, ?Furey-ous Ink. Hell yeah! This is it!? Smiling and looking at each other stupidly, they made their way to the front door.

Being 3:30 in the morning, neither Eve nor Baker considered the place might not be open for business?.no bother. After a good, long and vigorous jiggling of the front door handle, it relented and opened up. The duo stumbled inside, awestruck at the beauty and pristine nature of their surroundings. It was like some kinda funky doctor?s office. Clean yet hip. Professional yet laid back and rockin?.

Eve and Baker poked around for a bit, looking at the tattooing implements, taking a spin on the velvet zebra print chairs and making ridiculous faces in the mirror at one another. Each still toting a full mug of ale, they slurped away until they finally became bored. That was when Baker yelled out, ?Hey!? What the hell you gotta do to get a tattoo around here!??

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-11-05 14:02 EST
Maggie was awakened by the obviously drunken yelling downstairs. She stumbles out of bed, snatching the heavy duty aluminum baseball bat on the way out. She padded down the stairs in her nightshirt, anger forcing the clouds of grogginess back.

She muttered as she reached the landing, "Dammit, they told me it would be better than L.A."

She stops, and blinks. "What? Now? Uh...yeah, sure, what the hell." Setting the baseball bat aside she turns and hurries upstairs to dress, calling, "Just a sec. Lemme get dressed."

Returning moments later fully clothed, or at least fully clothed for Maggie, she smiles and steps to a sink, scrubbing her hands. "What'll it be and who's first?"

Payne Is Bliss

Date: 2007-11-05 14:08 EST
Mara had been wandering the streets, not wanting to go home to Dalia's rage and knowing her Master, Zillah, was with another sailor tonight. She was headed back to Dalia's Dark Side and as she passed the new tatt parlor, she noticed lights on. Jees! What the hell time was it, anyway?

She peered in the shop window and spotted a woman at a sink, and what appeared to be a guy and a girl. Hmm...must be open then. She tried the door, it opened at the turn of the knob.

Stepping in, she looked around, and then grinned. Yes, that would REALLY flip Dalia out. A new tattoo!

Applauding her brilliant idea she took a seat in what appeared to be a waiting area and began flipping through tattoo magazines, thinking about what she wanted. These two could take hours, she knew, but hell, she had no where to be, so she'd wait.

Eve

Date: 2007-11-07 13:49 EST
Eve was lounging on one of the zebra chairs, giggling and swigging her ale when Baker had suddenly shouted. She jumped and squeaked before steadying her mug with her free hand. Pale blues narrowed on him since he almost caused her to spill her drink, but before she could say anything the bat-toting woman coming down the stairs grabbed her attention.

A sharp point was sent towards the woman and a bright smile followed. "I got one jus' like that at home!" referring to the bat. "But mine's in black. Cause, y'know, it's slimming." Baker grinned and nodded, agreeing with Eve's statement. The sight of a woman coming towards them with a weapon in hand just didn't seem to faze the two at all. Was it bravery? No. Being obnoxiously drunk and too out of it to notice seemed a more realistic answer.

Eve hopped off the chair to stand while the artist spoke, army boots causing a soft *thump* as they hit the ground. She watched Maggie make her way back upstairs to change as she strolled over to stand at Baker's side. They continued their drunken chatter briefly before Maggie made her way back downstairs and to the sink.

Eve pursed her lips at the questions of what and who. She just wanted a tattoo! She didn't know it was going to be such a production with so many questions! Eve swiveled her gaze back onto Baker.

"You didn't tell me I had to come up with somethin' to get done!" She gave a stern expression, but it was interrupted with a hiccup, which seemed to suddenly cloud her train of thought. Her interest swayed once again before pausing on the girl that just entered. "Hey, lookit! It?s you!? Eve had no idea who the girl was. ?Check it out, Baker! Now it's a party!" A free hand tossed happily in the air with an accompanying ?Woo!? while the other lifted her ale to her lips for a large gulp.

Kalinda Acheron

Date: 2007-11-17 18:55 EST
Walking randomly through the city did offer insights as to future entertainments, but this new tattoo parlor did pique her interest. Perhaps, just maybe, the artist had knowledge of how certain "special" designs were made? That, in and of itself, would be invaluable to the woman. After all, if she could get her new inks here, all that mess with opening portals could be avoided.

Perhaps she should visit, someday soon?

BlackClaw

Date: 2007-11-18 14:07 EST
Koruush found this place by accident, asked a couple of other people in here what this place was and when he found out it was a tatoo palor, after much explaining, as orcs aren't too bright, he wanted a tattoo of the Eye of Gruumsh, the chief god of the Orcs on his left hand palm. He draw a crude picture at best of a single lidless orc eye, with five black lines coming from out of the bottom of the eye, like the rays of some evil sun. he said that he wanted it all done in black to the customers and went looking for the person who did the tats.

"Ello, where purson u du da tatz, me want tat uf me God, da Une-Eyee, Gruumsh, uf hiz great eyee, he big chief uf da Orc Godz, me want dat on me hand, on da plaum" -points to his left hand palm-

Payne Is Bliss

Date: 2007-11-18 16:29 EST
Morning had come, and with it...an Orc? Oh goodness...Mara had fallen asleep in the chair as she had awaited her turn. What in the name of all sin was taking so long?

Rising, stretching lithely like a cat, and wandering back in the store, she called out for this Maggie Furey in a sleepy voice. "Hello? Anyone here still? You have some customers!"

She peered around, noting that the two drunks must have left hours ago.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-11-18 17:02 EST
Maggie was cleaning up, stowing her tattoo gun in it's proper place, discarding the used needles, and disinfecting all the stailess steel surfaces. Black latex gloves were then removed with a snap, and she turned at the sound of a voice. She smiled, "Oh, you're awake now. I saw you sleeping and didn't have the heart to wake you."

Stifling a yawn, she had been up since the wee hours of the morning, working on both Eve and Baker. She nodded to the clock and rubbed bleary eyes. It was not often that Maggie saw this side of noon.

"I can make you an appointment for later today, doll. I really don't think it's wise that I try to do anything for you now. I am exhausted and seeing double. I'm sorry you had to wait, but...really..the store wasn't exactly open when you followed those two in here. Okay?"

Something wafted past her nose, an odd odor, and she swept past the slender goth woman and into the wating room. Confronted with a hulking, oddly familiar face, she grinned. "Ah, yes. Mr. Not Fido..what was it...Karuush? I remember you. Come in, but I will not be able to do you right now. Would you like to make an appointment for later? I need some sleep before I attempt any such artistry as you have there." A subtle yet friendly smirk, she teases him. She nods as she takes a look at his doodle, knowing she could clean up the lines a bit, and quite possibly make something very interesting out of it. She motioned to the appointment book and asked Mara to schedule herself and the Orc for whenever was convenient for them.

Taking a look at the Orc's hand, she frowned slightly, and looked back at her supplies. Did she have a needle that would even make a dent in this guy's hide?

BlackClaw

Date: 2007-11-18 17:19 EST
::Looks at Maggie:: "me come back next sun, when sun half way thru sky, da guud fur u, uman?" ::he said with a big grin::

Smily

Date: 2007-11-19 13:53 EST
Hop, hop, hop. Here she was bright green today. Bright green streak in the blond hair. Bright green eyes, man they still popped, balanced with whats' that?!?! Bright purple eye shadow a blue eye brow ring set, three in one eye brow, matching nose ring, lip ring, and with a lick of her lips there was a flash of a matching tongue ring! Bright green halter top tucked with a feathery black and green feather boa! Black belted skirt with a set of matching boots with bright green laces. Tattoo free, amazering! A pearly smirk on her lips, hey she's known as Smily!

Swiveling those bright green hues she approached the lovily Miss Maggie and spoke genteelly," Riiigggghttooo... Who do I ask for a Job?"

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-11-27 17:06 EST
Tired beyond all coherent thought, Maggie sighed, smiled, and turned to greet the brightly colored girl and spoke, "Yes, well, that would be me. What sort of job are you looking for? Any particular talents or skills that would be invaluable to me?" With a wink, she led the girl to the small kitchen off the main shop, desperately needed coffee. She poured herself one, black, and sank into a ratty chair with a groan.

Nodding to the pot, she motioned to inform the girl to help herself, and she waited to hear what she had to say.

ShadowOrk

Date: 2007-11-28 00:04 EST
Khaine came into the Tat joint figured what that hell, it was a little bit of home, he had friends that did tats, and had one himself, the sweet blue dragon tat on his left forearm. Now he wanted a black American Indian style Hawk on his back, like the gang symbol of the ThunderHawks, his old gang back in New Seattle.

"Hey anyone run this place or do i have to do the tat myself?"

he said with a sarcastic tone, and cig in his mouth, he took a seat and read some biker mag from about 70 years before his time

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-11-28 21:17 EST
Hearing the bell ring, signaling another in the shop, Maggie groaned and stood, excusing herself for a moment from the girl that had come seeking employment. Walking out front, she pointed to the appointment book on the counter and then the "Closed" sign still hung in the window. It was still early in the friggin' morning and she had been up tattooing all night.

"Make an appointment. I'm closed, or can't you read? Geesh! Does EVERYONE in this town ignore closed signs? Or are they all illiterate?"

Exhaustion had made Maggie cranky, and she still had yet to finish her coffee. She plopped down on a zebra print chair and called the girl out from the small kitchen, watching the man out of the corner or her eye. "I could have sworn that door was locked. Dude, do me a favor and lock it on your way out."

Kalinda Acheron

Date: 2007-12-05 22:43 EST
Walking past, she couldn't help but hear the not-so-pleasant exchange inside the tattoo parlor. Perhaps, she mused to herself, now was not the best time to inquire. After dark, perhaps?

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-12-07 18:01 EST
Once the Orc was gone, Maggie drags her tired self over to the door, props a hastily scrawled sign in the window, and locks the doors. The sign read:

Will open tonight. Please leave message and I will get back to you.
Maggie Furey

She then climbed the stairs with sleep-heavy limbs and fell into bed. She'd re-open after a few good hours of zzz's.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2007-12-17 22:32 EST
After a good long sleep, a quiet night at the shop, and a good night's rest, Maggie was up bright and early and drinking her second cup of coffee for the day when she opened the parlor again.

Skin tight tank dress, platform sandals and a smile greeted the passing Rhy'Dinians. Her long, dark hair gleamed in the sun and she felt wonderful. It would show in her work, today. She stood outside to smoke one of her sugar-papered cloves and soak up the atmosphere before returning inside to prepare for her first appoinment.

Kalinda Acheron

Date: 2007-12-18 07:03 EST
By chance, she happened to wander through the district and the parlor caught her eye once more. It seemed much less active this time, and with much less yelling, for which she was grateful.

Smiling brightly, she walked up to the door, turning her attention to the lady upon the porch, noting the aroma of her cigarette.

"Good morning," she spoke quietly, "Are you well?"

It wouldn't do to monopolize the conversation, after all. Especially not this early.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2008-02-10 18:30 EST
After having been literally sucked into nowhere, mid-conversation in fact, Maggie has been returned, unharmed!

She blinked, realizing what had been moments to here, was months to Rhydin. Oh, snarf!

Laughing it off, hoping that her landlord had not served her an eviction notice yet, she ran upstairs to write him a letter.

Droppin' it off with the last few month's rent, Maggie set to cleaning the shop and preparing for her re-opening.

Kalinda Acheron

Date: 2008-02-20 08:08 EST
Every so often, on her way through the district, Kalinda came by the parlor to peek through the window, sighing wistfully.

Imagine her delight seeing activity in the shop once more! She would be back very soon indeed!

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-02-20 16:38 EST
Abby hung around out front, waiting to catch the eye of the rock-star looking woman inside. She pressed her face to the glass, grinning. A tattoo. Yes! That was what Abby needed! A tattoo!

Grinning and smearing excited little lip prints on the shop's window, Abby waited impatiently to catch the woman's eye.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2008-02-26 17:17 EST
Maggie was finishing up the final scrubbing, santizing, and general dusting when she noticed a goth-looking woman pressing her face against her newly washed windows. What was WITH these people? Didn't a closed sign mean anything anymore? And how about a little decency, I mean really, she had JUST washed that window!

But, seeing the grin on the woman's face and the wave she offered was cheerful. At least the girl hadn't barged in, demanding service. She mouthed to the girl to go to the door, and she unlocked it for her.

"Come in. I'm not doing any tats, today, but you are welcome to browse my portfolio or the magazines. Do you have something specific in mind?"

Maggie dropped into a zebra-clad chair, nodded to the magazines, and sighed. She was pooped, but actually glad for a bit of company.

Kalinda Acheron

Date: 2008-02-27 11:10 EST
Once again enjoying a brisk stroll though the district, Kalinda noticed the activity inside this lovely little parlor that had caught her fancy. However, she also noted the "closed" sign. A daunting dilemma, this. In the end, she settled for a smile and a wave through the window, and a mental note to herself to stop by once again.


When the shop was open for business, of course.

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-03-01 18:30 EST
Abby went in and sat down, grinning like the dork she was. She immediately went into detail of the tattoo she wanted, blabbering non-stop.

"Hi. I'm Abby. Abby Normal. People call me Abby or just "Abs". Either one I answer to. Wow, you're shop looks great! How long have you been here? I just found the place the other day. So, do I need to make an appointment, or something? You see, I want a tatt on my arm. Of a fairy, but not a fru-fru fairy...something punk or goth. I'm the Fairy Goth Mother, you see..."

Drawing a breath, Abby set down her welding helmet. Since her scare and the joke that was played on her in the Red Dragon Inn the other day, she'd been wearing it around, trying to go incognito. She smiled warmly to the woman, giving her, now, a chance to speak.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2008-03-03 21:59 EST
Nodding, Maggie watched this hyper girl, half wondering what she might be on. She smiled, though, and sat back to listen to the girl ramble.

"Fairy Goth Mother, huh? Yeah, okay. I could do a goth fairy, no problem. You have any sketches? Or do you want me to do up somethin'?"

Maggie watched the smile light up the girl's face, and felt a bit of cheer herself. Abby was infectious. "I'm Maggie, but the way. Maggie Furey, owner and operator of this tatt shop. I need some food and a beer...you interested in heading over to the Red Dragon and kickin' it with me for awhile? We can toss some fairy ideas around, let me know what kind of clothes you want her in, if any." Maggie smirked, and stood, motioning to the front door. She found she was actually hoping that Abby would join her.

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-03-10 00:44 EST
Abby nodded, grinning. A friend? Could she finally have made a friend?

Laughing at the clothing optional offer, Abby found herself pondering it, but finding she'd rather have her clothed.

"I'd love to join you. I hang out there alot, but mostly they ignore me."

She led the way out of the shop, and paused to wait for Maggie to lock up, or get her purse, or whatever it was she needed to do.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2008-03-10 20:08 EST
Maggie opened up shop the next morning, um, well? Not quite. It was mid-morning by the time she got her hangover under control and enough caffeine in her to kill a horse. She was fine now, having had to go to the extent of drinking some of the hair of the dog to steady her again.

She had been out partying till nearly dawn with Abby, and was paying for it. Abby was the first, and luckily, only appointment for the day. Good. She figured she'd get things set up for the girl, since she'd be here...oh God! Soon!

Cranking up the stereo and setting out her favorite gun and the inks they decided on last night, Maggie found herself in a rather good mood. She thought back on the night with Abby, and couldn't help but laugh. The girl was obvioulsy a nutter, but no more than some of the others Maggie had known! At least Abby was funny!

She wondered what was up with that damn welding helmet, though. That girl was fun, but definately strange.

She shrugged, figuring Abby was probably far better friend material in this town than most she'd met, besides Penny, of course. With a whistful sigh, Maggie wondered how her friend was faring and where the hell she was.

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-03-11 15:37 EST
Abby swept into the parlor bearing coffee, donuts, and red licorice. Don't ask. She had an addiction to cherrys, red licorice, and green apple suckers.

Grinning, unaffected by a hangover despite the fact she matched Maggie drink for drink last night, Abby was in an infectious, pleasent mood.

She hugged and kissed Maggie chastley and shoved a coffee in her hand. "Here. Double shot of expresso and four sugars. Should wake you up and it has enough caffeine in it to get rid of the headache."

Plopping onto one of the reclining chiars backwards, she hugged her chest against it and faced Maggie, grinning still. "So, what's up? I had a great time last night. Thanks for hanging out with me."

She sipped her own coffee and watched Maggie ready the drawing they did together last night.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2008-03-11 21:18 EST
"I had a great time, too, Abby." Maggie was scrubbing her hands in the nearby sink, astringent soap giving a sharp tang to the air. She dried her hands and tugged a pair of gloves from the dispenser at her station.

'SNAP' went the black latex gloves, squeak of boots on the freshly mopped floors, and a wicked grin spread over Mag's face. "Okay, chickie girl. You ready? Get comfy, this one is gonna take awhile. We'll stop in a hour or so if you need a break, k?"

Maggie placed the drawing over Abby's arm and wet it, transfering the blue ink onto her skin. She blew on it to dry it, dipped the tip of the gun in black, and set to work.

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-03-12 01:40 EST
Abby braced herself for the needle, and was pleasantly surprised that it didn't hurt as much as she had expected. Smiling, giggling as it tickled, but holding absolutely still, she chattered away with Maggie.

They spoke of mostly nonsense, and Abby recited her "Ode to a Cocktail Napkin" for Mags, getting her laughing so hard she had to stop or she would wriggle the line she was following.

Coffee was sipped, girl talk was commensed, and Abby was soaring on cloud nine. She had made a friend.

http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff152/VinylValentine/th_maggieatwork.jpg

Maggie worked for hours, and finally, after two pee breaks and another stop for Maggie 'cause she was laughing at something Abby spouted, the tattoo was complete.

http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff152/VinylValentine/fairytattoo245.jpg

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-03-12 01:46 EST
For the hell of it, after a beer or two, the girls decided to do Abby's OTHER arm.

http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff152/VinylValentine/fairytattoo254.jpg

This one, of course, memorializing Abby as the Fairy Goth Mother as she had originally wanted.

Maggie Furey

Date: 2008-03-12 12:28 EST
Pleased with her work, Maggie sat back, sipping a Badsider and bullsh*tting with Abby. The girl sat with vasoline schmeared on her arms, and plastic wrap still wrapped about the tatts, and she was beginning to complain of discomfort.

"Don't worry, sugar. Keep slappin' that tattoo goo on 'em, and the sunburn feeling will go away in a day or so. Make sure you wash careful, and when it starts to itch, for God sake, DON'T SCRATCH!" She laughed, watched Abby's poised fingers over the tatts.

Passing Abbs another beer, she kicked back in the seat and propped her boots on her desk. They had moved their little party to her office, and she was well on her way to a nice buzz-erooni. Good thing she locked up early, she'd be screwed if a customer came in today. Oh well. She'd made rent for the month, so she wasn't worried about missing a day. Abby had insisted on paying for both tatts, even though Maggie had wanted to do the second gratis.

Slipping on her large sunglasses, Maggie rested her head back and listened to Abby rant about some guy at the Inn, nodding and mumbling the proper responses at the right moments.

Abby Normal

Date: 2008-03-12 12:36 EST
Abby was blabbering away when she heard a soft snore coming from the direction of Maggie. She had fallen asleep, cigarette in hand! Abby smirked and grabbed the camera sitting on Maggie's desk, and snapped a picture. It was too cute to pass up!

http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff152/VinylValentine/kat-von-d-2.jpg

Setting the camera back on the desk quietly and kissing Maggie on the cheek, she crept out of the office, flipped over the "Open" sign the girls had forgotten earlier, and let herself out of the shop, making sure it was locked behind her.

Grinning and sporting two new tatts, she showed them to anyone on the street that would stop to talk to her; trying for a little advertising for Maggie.

Beer in hand, she headed home. She couldn't wait to show Skid the new ink!

Beauty In Negative

Date: 2008-04-14 15:54 EST
She had passed the shop many times, and had noticed the ad, um, somewhere. It mentioned Earth, and therefore Koya was intrigued and well, yes, DESPERATE to talk to someone from her home world.

The bell jingled as she stepped into the shop, looking around. She had tattoos, none obviously visible, and had not had the urge in a long while for another one. She did have the weeks' paycheck burning a hole in her pocket and, well, what the hell.

Taking up the pen and leaving her name and number in the appointment book, Koya smiled and took the time to browse the photos on the wall. The shop was immaculate, and that made her feel better about her decision. No use getting some strange, alien disease from a simple tattoo!

Thinking twice, Koya left a note for the proprieter, Maggie, beside her name and number. She left her work phone and address, as well as this:

Hi, my name is Koya and I am new here. I am from Earth, having found myself here in an odd situation, and very homesick. I'd like to get a tatt, but I'd like to get together and talk, too, if you have some time. Thank you!

Koya Ran