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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 6, 2012 20:23:09 GMT -5
Laine was organizing some papers after putting up the logbook. She needed to make some calls later, check up on recent tattoos, make sure appointments for tomorrow still stood, boring menial crap. She was ready to get home to Dante and her house. She felt eyes on her back and looked up to see Dylan eye her.
She rolled her eyes as she readjusted her hair. He was a creep. "Can I help you jackass?" It wasn't like either of them were getting fired, so they talked to each other however they wanted, which was usually rather rudely.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 6, 2012 20:29:25 GMT -5
Dylan smirked. "Not in ways you would want." He knew what she was, and he knew vampires could tell the breeds of others. He would never admit that he hated what he was. Deep down that was where the rage really came from, anger towards the idea that he could probably never be with anybody.
That he could only ever sleep with women to hurt them or to impregnate them with demons. If they survived the birth.
He worked his jaw some, not realizing he had grown distracted and quiet, and suddenly turned, grabbing the sketch and scan and a damp rag, slinking towards the table again.
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Post by kylie ann kennard on Feb 11, 2012 16:01:40 GMT -5
Kylie removed her shirt and strap as she wached the boy walk out of the room. Her eyes scanned the area around her, looking at the artwork on the walls. Her mind wondered as she looked at a dragon that was hung up on the wall. She huffed, ready for Dylan to come back in so her mind would stop whirling around the fact a needle would be pushing into her skin.
Needles gave her the creeps, but it wasn't a giantic fear. Kylie just over-built ever situation in her hand, always expecting the worse, but she sat back down in the chair playing wih her shirt. She began to hum quietly as she waited.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 11, 2012 17:27:38 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at him again. "You're just pissed that your charms don't work on me." She smiled, showing her fangs to him. He was one of the few that knew her secret, and she in turn, one of the few that knew his. She made a great show of bending over to pick up a scrap of paper off the floor, letting him get a nice look at her ass. Being on an all blood diet meant no fat on her bones, only muscle, and she did pride herself on how she looked. "Now move along kid, go play with your new toy." She knew without a doubt he would try and go after this girl given the chance.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 12, 2012 1:44:28 GMT -5
Dylan flipped her off with both hands in the air as he walked back into the other room, rested her arm on the wirk table and pressed the print the area. "Just an outline," He mumbled, peeling it back and dabbing it off before preparing everything else he needed to ink in the actually tattoo itself.
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Post by kylie ann kennard on Feb 12, 2012 18:32:43 GMT -5
"Alright." Kylie sat still, trying to occupy her mind with something else. Her feet barely touched the ground unless she pointed her toes. A small girl, even smaller pirate. It would seem hard for her to get any respect from where she came from, but everyone loves her at home. Not so much here. It had been her decision to move though, no longer wanting to roam the deep see. Her mind floated back to memories, almost pictures of where and what she had seen when she was little.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 15, 2012 11:52:16 GMT -5
Dylan finished with the needle. "Don't move too much," He huffed. "Just relax." He handed her a spongy stress cube to grip if she needed, then leaned over her, starting to trace the outline, pausing to wipe away ink and blood periodically before continuing.
After some careful work he stepped back. This was the only thing that seemed to relax him, ease up his nasty attitude. "Doin' okay?"
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Post by kylie ann kennard on Feb 15, 2012 14:12:49 GMT -5
Kylie relaxed, taking the stress relieve cube in her hand. She played with it some what, the first prik catching her off gaurd made her drop it. Cool She thought, trying not to focus on the needle that was pinching her shoulder. She chewed on her lip, not really caring about the stress cube anymore. Her eyes closed, trying to drift away from the pain. It wasn't as bad as everyone told her it would be. She winced slightly, but it wasn't enough to cause her body's muscles to tighten. "Yeah, it's not that bad. I've went through worse."
Kylie smirked at the thought. She had really been through worse. Pirates were the worse type of people to be around. Never knowing who to not mess with, it could drive someone crazy. So why was Kylie sweet? almost timid? It's almost like she has two different personalities, just most in this town didn't know about her criminal record. Mostly, cause she didn't caught, at least not that much.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 16, 2012 1:37:44 GMT -5
Laine sighed once Dylan was out of sight. Couldn't let him see her care. She knew what it was like to be a prisoner to what you were, to be labeled by it, to be controlled by it. Some people liked the power of being more than human, some, like herself and Dylan, would trade their powers for humanity in an instant.
Snarling at her stupid sentimental thoughts she got back to work, greeting some other customers and siphoning them onto other artists. It would keep her busy and her mind off of feeling sorry for that idiot, Dylan.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 17, 2012 1:55:49 GMT -5
Dylan nodded, rinsing off his hands. "I'll be back." He left to go get a bottle of water, proceeding to shove Lillaine harshly in the process then offer a slightly more gentle smirk. He had no difference between play and fight anymore.
Taking a swallow and clearing his throat, he returned, grabbing the needle and leaning over her again.
"Ready?" Easing back in to it, he began to add in the lighter areas.
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