[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt was thumbing through records, trying to find where he had written down the girls number. She called, once, and he had written it down. "Mother fuck.." He mumbled, setting that pile of papers down. He was flipping through the next pile when he came across her sketch with a sticky note stuck to it. He snatched it off, walking over to the phone in the staff room. He punched in the numbers, and listened to it ring, and ring, and ring. And then her voice on the voice mail message. He bit his lip, drumming his fingers on the wall.

"Hey uh.. It's Britt.. I wanted to see how your tattoo was coming.. Uh.. Drop by any time. Bye.." He hung up the phone, then walked back, sticking the note on her sketch again. He looked down, and picked up the sketch of his next appointment, walking out and getting his things together.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey glanced over her shoulder as he phone rang, scowling and getting up off her bed. She had been finishing her make up, avoiding doing anything on the streets had been tough, calls coming in, rescheduling times..

She flipped it open, biting at her piercings when it was another unsaved number, and opened the voicemail. Zoey relaxed a bit at the voice of her tattoo artist. Hell, she's never even picked up his name. But that aside the point, he was alive. She wondered if her had found the cash. And apparently he wanted to check out her tattoo.

Slipping into skater shoes, she snatched up her phone and purse. "Mom I'm goin' out!" waving, wondering what her brother was off doing, she stepped outside and began the trek towards the parlor.

Within fifteen minutes she was there, pulling open the door warily as she spotted his truck, and stepping inside.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt was bent over a pretty girl with long black hair. She was watching him intently, running her fingers through his hair. Britt chewed on his lip, working silently on the tattoo on her hip.

"You're cute, you know." She said, her nails trailing across the tattoo on the back of his arm.

"Yeah, I know.." He mumbled, gently shrugging off her hand. But she found something else to touch. He chewed on his lip again, finishing up her tattoo. He leaned back in his chair, and saw Zoey standing there. He smiled a sideways smile, then started wiping off the blood and ink from the girl's hip.

"It hurts. Are you gonna kiss it?" She asked.

"I'm not kissing it." He said, walking off to the printer, taking off his gloves. When he passed by Zoey, he squeezed her hip, then handed the girl her paper. He put the plastic over her tattoo, then watched as she paid and left.

"God bless her.." He mumbled under his breath, cleaning up his station. "I feel violated. I'm so serious."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey watched him work on the girl for a moment before he smiled her way. She smiled unsurely back. Once the girl was paying and leaving, she bit her lip, thinking of his touch for a moment, unsure how to react.

"Got your message," she huffed. "Sorry I didn't pick up...I usually don't. Unknown members mean...customers.." She seemed uncomfortable referring to them as such things. Trash maybe, desperate bastards looking for easy sex.

eyes traced him over for a moment, as if checking to see he was feeling alright now that she knew he was sick. Another thing she had learned to do while dating Connor. "Violated huh?" She glanced towards the door. "She seemed desperate.. So, you wanted to see how it's looking?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"She's either a vampire, Aphrodite's daughter, or an encant. Because apparently she thinks everyone wants her." He tossed his gloves in the trash, then looked up at her. "No, not really. I just wanted to see you." He admitted, chewing on his lip. "Unless you really want me to see it. It's healed good? No problems?" He walked over to her, then around her, his cold hands slipping under her shirt. He raised it a bit, seeing the ends of the wings and smiled.

"Yeah, it looks really good." He let go of her shirt, then began taking the needle out of the gun with a tissue. He put it into a bin they put all the needles in, then started picking up the ink.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smirked faintly, unable to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't sure why she had them, she'd slept with so many guys, a little flirting was nothing new.

Shivering at the touch of his cool hands against her back, she allowed him to see how his amazing work was healing up. "wanted to see me huh?" She huffed. "I'm sixteen, I figured you'd want nothing to do with me." She smiled faintly, turning to watch him pick the things up from his work station. "How have you been..? You ah, get that money?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "You really think I give two fucks about how old you are? Yeah, its 'frowned upon' but so is being sterile, making a deal with Satan, inking up other people, dying of cancer. If society has a problem with me thinking a sixteen year old is hot, then they can come take it up with me. Because I really really don't care." He continued to pick up the ink, then walked past her, holding it all over her head.

"Me? I been fine, I guess. Went to the doctor, they told me I need to eat and do chemo. Not even God could help me now. They think chemo will? That's a waste of money. And yeah, I got it. I think you'll be glad to know that two little girls -with very curly black hair, I may add- now have a home." He begin putting the ink back up, not thinking twice about using the money for something other than himself. That was honestly where most of his money went.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey worked her jaw. "So what are you, a demon?" She huffed at his words, head tilting. She seemed the slightest annoyed by his run of words. "You should have used it on yourself, but that's good I guess," She mumbled softly as she watched him. She leaned up against the counter lazily, could swear her phone was always going off. Pulling it out of her pocket, she shut it down with a gusty breath and placed it back.

"Making deals with Satan," She scoffed. "Yeah, that's a tough one huh? He's a liar." she shrugged, looking around again, wondering if he was the only one that really worked here.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"You're telling me.." He mumbled, then walked over to the sink, washing his hands. "Yeah, I'm a demon. He promised me a long life, love, and wealth if I would do his bidding. Killed my entire family and the only thing he did was keep me out of jail." He flicked his hands into the sink, then dried them with a towel. He leaned against the wall, folding the towel, then unfolding it.

"But, you know, I ended up meeting you before Deacon came to claim my soul, so I guess it wasn't all bad." He wasn't gonna admit he wouldn't mind having her as a girlfriend; she didn't need that again. She had already said her ex was as bad off as she was. And besides, who wants a boyfriend who can't take care of them? He chewed on his lip, looking down at his feet. He pulled the penny out of his pocket, and looked at it.

"I guess I just want someone to keep my memory alive, I guess.. Someone to say 'yeah, I knew Britt.. he was pretty awesome'." He shrugged, putting the penny back in his pocket.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey bit her lip. "I'm sorry about that.." She murmured. "He promised me I would marry the love of my life if I did one thing for him.. But the first guy..raped me and-.." She swallowed, shuddering. "Two months ago about..fucked me up real bad..he's out there somewhere...I haven't told anyone..but you now.." She chewed at her lip uneasily, a habit, and stared at the floor in shame. "And then Connor..but that didn't last long.. And now I prostitute on the streets and hide from this guy..and my dad's missing." She drew in a slow breath.

"He lies about it all... but you won't be forgotten.." She raised her head, smiling at him faintly, almost shyly which wasn't liker her at all. "Britt.. that your full name or not?" She tilted her head, "I don't think I every caught it.." Realizing she had touched his hand reassuringly and let her own linger, she hesitantly drew back. "Meeting me," She scoffed softly. "All you did was give me a tattoo..I'm a different mask to every person..I think your a first that I've really opened up to in awhile.."