[OPEN] Dealing with the devil

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt was sitting outside of the tattoo parlor in his truck. He was doubled over in pain, trying not to let the tears fall. That some how made it hurt worse- like crying actually made it final, that he was really dying. In the most painful way possible no less. He guessed he had a few weeks, maybe a month and a half at the most. The rapid process in which his vital organs were failing was a tale-tell sign that he was dying, and doing it fast.

"God.." He cried, turning over in the seat. He could hear laughter in his head. 'God can't help you now, son. When you make a deal with the devil, you're bound to get fucked. Sorry 'bout that.'

"Fuck you, motherfucker." He coughed, then his body was overcome with another wave of pain. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

'Oh no you're not~'

"Please.." He pleaded, closing his eyes. "One day without pain.. please.."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Green eyes glanced around, the young scenic teen scowling, touching at the wad of money in her pocket. She would refuse to say how she got it. Prostitution wasn't exactly...approved of. But she didn't care...certain secrets...she felt like all she was was trash, and treated herself that well as well. Her touch grazed habitually over the back of the piercing in her cheeks, and she brushed her hair out of her face, glancing at a truck as she passed it in the lot.

She seemed hesitant, and finally pulled the door to the tattoo parlor open, stepping inside, hoping a bribe would be enough.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt saw a girl walk in, and heard Satan pipe up in his ear.

She's hot. "Yes, I can see that." Do you wanna fuck her? "I'm a whore, but I don't go sleeping with everyone." Oh, but you do. "No, I don't." It looks like you got a job to do. "I can see that.."

He walked into the tattoo parlor, slowly rounding the counter. His body was in so much pain, he wanted to scream. 'The least you can do is lighten up on the pain..' Or I can make it worse.. 'Please..'

"I'm B-Britt.." He stammered, trying not to double over in pain. "Can I help you?"

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Eyes gazed up at the young man she had seen in the car, curious when he stammered his question. she chewed on her lip some, snakebites clicking against her teeth.
And without a word she pulled out the wad of cash. "I wanted to get a tattoo...I got cash..or if you have a back room.." she gazed at him steadily.

It had been an urge, boredom, maybe something to make her feel more...pure than she was. Being a demon and all, what she wanted was ironic. But she wanted it for her dad, wanted it for her adopted brother.. and her mom had no clue, wouldn't give consent to such a thing.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt looked up at her. 'She's seriously bribing me with sex.' He thought, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"Obviously you're under age.. And I'd fuck you, given the chance. But this is the only job I have.." He explained, sitting down in the chair. "You really can't get a signature?" He rummaged through the drawers, his abdomen in horrible pain. 'I'm gonna pass out..' He thought. He gave up, barely able to focus on what he was doing.

"Fine.. fine. If you can get me some sort of pain killer, I'll give you whatever you want, okay? You don't even have to pay for it.." He was going to die soon anyways. He guessed his job wasn't that important after all.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey blinked. she was getting off that easy? Well that was no fun...
Thinking for a moment she set her purse down, rummaging through it for a moment, and pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen, offering it to him with earnest eyes. "It's...a pretty big tattoo.." She admitted, watching him.

Then she turned back to her things, pushed past a crumpled phone number and makeup, and pulled out a piece of folded paper, sliding it across the counter. "I want that down my back."

She didn't care how far fetched it was, angel wings tattooed on the back of a demon.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt chewed a couple, then looked at the paper. He bit his lip, tapping his fingers on the desk. He nodded towards the back room where he did the tattoos. He grabbed a new needle, and the ink he needed. He washed his hands, then grabbed a pair of gloves.

"Shirt's gotta come off." He told her, tossing her his jacket. "Turn it around backwards." He walked off into the back room, pulling off his shirt. He could never work with a shirt on. He waited for her to call and say she was ready.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey tugged off her shirt as he left, unstrapling her bra and sliding his jacket on so it was open on the back. She laid down on her stomach, setting her purse aside, sighing softly. It had been far too easy to get him to say yes...was he addicted to pills or had he needed them that bad? Hell, he could have the entire bottle, she could give a damn less.

"Okay," He huffed, toying with her snakebites as she tilted her head to the side. It would be interesting enough considering she'd never had a tattoo done in her life, and she was about to have him do her full back. Maybe she wasn't just in it for her brother and dad...maybe it was for the pain as well.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt walked back in with a sponge and soapy water. He sat them on the tray by her and pulled his chair up to the table. "Okay, I'm gonna poke your back with this needle. You can tell me where it hurts worse, and where you want to start. But I would suggest with what hurts worst." He was waiting for her outline to print. He brushed her hair out of the way, then washed her back off with the sponge. He took the needle, put it in the alcohol, then started poking down her sides. He waited for her to flinch or say it hurt. He bit his lip, wondering what he was going to do with himself for the hours this tattoo was going to take to finish.

"I'm not taking off your pants, okay? Your tattoo just comes down this low." He tugged her pants down a bit, then walked back to the printer. He laid the light grey sketch on her back, then used the water to wet it and make the impression. "This washes off. It's just an outline." He was so used to explaining the stuff he even explained it to Deacon, who just rolled his eyes and said 'yeah, Britt, I know.'

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey winced as he passed over her ribs, huffing the faintest 'ow'. She figured it couldn't be too bad, she'd had needles shoved through her face plenty.
He tugged at her jeans, explaining was he was doing, and she just kept quiet, waiting patiently.

He returned with the print and she nodded, drawing in a soft breath and letting it out slowly as he pressed it over her lithe, unblemished back. "I should still pay you though, this is a big ass tattoo," She huffed.
Nails clicked softly against the metal leg of what she was laying on, green eyes half closed.