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Post by kylie ann kennard on Feb 19, 2012 11:51:23 GMT -5
Kylie eased up as Dylan left. Her head turning as he came back in. "Yeah.." she answered, readjusting her postion before he started up the needle. Her eyes wondered around the room, her mind trying to think of how much longer she would be sitting here. "How's it looking?" she asked, her voice quiet and shy.
Her fingers gripped tightly onto the chair's arm as she felt the needle against her shoulder blade. Inhaling deeply, she tried to ease her mind. After awhile it worked, and her fingers loosened from her grip. Kylie was begining to get excited to see the end product.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 21, 2012 0:55:07 GMT -5
Laine heard Dylan reenter the room, ignored him. When he gave her a shove though she turned and swatted at him, catching him in the arm. When he smirked at her she flipped him off with a smile. Guess he wasn't so bad, he just had a bad lot in life, but who didn't in this town? Everybody had some secret or another that they were trying to protect. Dylan and herself weren't any different. She followed Dylan into his room to check on Kylie. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 1:05:54 GMT -5
"Pretty good, a half hour more, tops," He murmured, starting on the next darker shade, finding light to dark would be easiest in shading this one.
He glaced up as Laine came in, raising an eyebrow some, but managed to keep his mouth shut and his retorts to himself, returning to his work instead, going through the shading like it wasn't difficult at all.
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Post by kylie ann kennard on Feb 21, 2012 12:10:21 GMT -5
Kylie looked up as the girl from behind the counter came in again. 'A half hour more, tops' rested in her mind. She was careful not to move the shoulder he was tattooing on. "Oh, no. I'm fine, thanks." Her voice was cheerful, and a smile was sealed across her face. She had no plans for after the tattoo, and wondered what she should do first. It wasn't like she had family or friends to run off and show the tattoo to. More then likely, she would head home and watch tv with her massive dog.
She looked over towards the woman once more, wondering why she hadn't offered Dylan anything. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she began to wonder of what to make for dinner tonight.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 21, 2012 22:45:45 GMT -5
Laine nodded with a smile. "Okay. Well, holler if you need anything." She wondered what the girl's tattoo would be, but knew better than to just saunter up and find out,, especially with Dylan. She turned to leave, but paused as if remembering something. "Oh, and Dyl, I restocked the mini-fridge under your counter last night. Should have a few bottle of water in there. I'll run to the store if you need anything else." Once she left she realized how nice she had sounded. He would not let her live that down.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 22, 2012 2:08:52 GMT -5
Dylan blinked, smirking faintly when he was sure neither could see. "What a doll!" He called tauntingly after her, but just left it at that, working silently until her was finished.
He wiped away the last bit of residue and snapped a picture, figuring he could find space in the examples somewhere.
Carefully taping the blue plastic over it, he handed her a list of care instructions and gestured her towards the front counter to pay, sliding the images and price Lilliane's way.
"If anything doesn't look right or you have reactions or something, come on in and I'll take a look," He murmured, slinking to the fridge in his work room and leavig Laine to wrap things up.
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Post by kylie ann kennard on Feb 26, 2012 19:04:45 GMT -5
Kylie slipped her shirt back on, before taking the papers from Dylan's hands. "Okay... Thanks.." She muttered looking toward the girl who had came in the room not to long ago. She wish she had her camera, the girl had amazing bone structure. Kylie pulled out her wallet, and laid her debit card down on the counter. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, not sure if anything needed to be said. She rolled her shoulder, slowly as to not move the tape.
When the girl gave her back her debit card, Kylie smiled innocently. "Thanks," She said, slipping it back into her pocket. Her eyes traced over the image he had drawn of her tattoo, and she wondered what it really looked like. Her chest rose as she exhaled deeply, and turned to leave.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 28, 2012 12:31:29 GMT -5
Dylan sighed, watching her go. He wondered if Britt was off with his girl or something. Not that it mattered. He picked at him like the others. He wondered often if Britt only pretended not to remember him, supposed they all had to cope in their own ways. He had changed too, just hadn't got mean.
Running a hand through his hair, he sat down with a gusty breath.
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