[Open] The Art of the Ink

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan tapped his pen on the clipboard absently, glancing around the tattoo parlor in boredom. Huffing faintly, he sat down on the counter, heels tapping annoyingly against it despite the complaints from anyone else working. He knew his job wasn't at risk, knew he was a good artist. So it didn't keep him from being arrogant.

Eyeing his next appointment he stood, beginning to pace, humming, then beginning to whistle, doing anything to annoy the others in his boredom.

[kylie ann kennard]

It was a bit past noon and Kylie was on her way to an appointment she had made earlier in the week. She mulled the details of the tattoo she was getting over in her head as she pulled into a parking place. It had taken her awhile to make a final decision, changing a detail here and there. None of it ever seemed perfect to her, but Kylie had found a design she loved, and knew it was right for her.

Her black and red dress clung tightly to her body as she stepped from he car. It was a bit chilly, but she didn't mind, she was used to the cold. Her pah of steps lead her to the entrance of the tattoo parlor. Opening the door, she took a quick glance around, studying the people she saw. They all seemed so ordinary. "Hi, I'm here for an appointment." Kylie announced as she reached the front desk.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"'Ay over here!" Dylan drawled as she approached the counter. Kylie yeah?" He ran a hand through his hair before putting his hat back on, watching her impatiently. He stepped closer.

"So. Watcha got as a final? We'll set a last price." He caught a glare from the woman behind the counter and sneered at her, adjusting his unbuttoned jacket, no shirt beneath it, tattoos visible on his chest.

[kylie ann kennard]

Kylie looked over towards the man they called Dylan. It was him that she agreed to get a tattoo from, she was fasinated by his own and the one's who had done for others. "Um, yes." She laughed, and walked over to him, pulling a slip of paper from the leather backpack she had in her right hand. "This is what I came up with." Kylie announced as she placed the paper on the counter, working out the wrinkles that had now developed.

It was a deep, black feather with birds flying from it, like they had devolped from the feather its self. She was satisfied with her drawing, knowing the meaning it held. "What do ya think?" Her eyes fluttered upward to look a Dylan, waiting to see his reaction.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Depends on what you think," Dylan huffed, studying the drawing as he adjusted the hat on his head again, rolling up his jacket sleeves, rubbing at an arm. "Where you want it?" He eyed her curiously again for a moment, licked at his lips.

He tapped the table with his pen a moment, pulled a receipt from his pocket and threw it at the woman behind the counter. "Trash," He huffed without a thanks.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine scooped up the wrinkled receipt Dylan had thrown at her with a sneer. The boy was good, but so full of himself. She wanted to shove that pen straight into his throat, but she knew better than to kill coworkers. It was a hard-learned lesson, but she did not want to be run out of town over this child. She tossed the scrap in her trashcan and went back to her books. The parlor was finally turning a profit, which was good to see.

She scraped her chair against the carpet as she stood, looking over at Dylan and his customer before picking up her book and heading towards the back room to put it in the safe in the office. She wasn't in a hurry to get back to her desk since there were no more customers scheduled for today. Besides, her desk meant Dylan, and she had no use for the idiot.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan's expression twisted into another sneer as she got up to move around, still studying the sketch and waiting to know where it would be going so he could name a price.

A foot lashed out lazily, the action looking almost accidental as he tried tripping Lillaine. He wondered briefly where Britton was, honestly didn't care much though.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine easily avoided Dylan's foot, but did not ignore it. She glared at him and showed her teeth in a growl. How she hated that idiot. She would much rather have Britt here, but he was off god knows where doing god knows what. She wasn't the manager though, so as long as the boys kept their appointments, she couldn't give a shit less when they were at the shop.

Once behind Dylan's customer she raised a hand over her shoulder and flipped him off. Where did he get off being so arrogant anyway? He was a good artist, sure, but it's not like he was god's gift to women, or men. Whichever way he swung.

[kylie ann kennard]

Kylie watched as Dylan and he girl exchanged antics. Running her hands through her fingers, she went back to concentrating on where she wanted her tattoo. She decided on her right shoulder blade, to where the birds could come up over her shoulder on her collar bone, or up her neck. With a final decision, she waited, not wanting to be rude.

"I'd like it on my right shoulder blade." Her voice was a melody as she spoke, looking towards Dylan with her sweet smile. "How much will that be?" But she knew she could just about any price. She had stashes of money like burried treasure all over her house, it was a habit of hers.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan shrugged. "Ahh...'bout fifty if that works." He led her over to the table. "Shirt off, bra can stay on, just remove the strap."
He left her to head back into the main room so she could do that, putting her sketch in the scanner to print.

Turning lazily, he eyed Lillaine again, a smirk raising his lips. Just for laughs he wondered which of these girls he would ever chance sleeping with first, chuckled at the thought. He felt nothing towards them. Any of them.