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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 0:05:17 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 0:31:03 GMT -6
Business was slow today, which was usual for a thursday. The employees were all sitting around their circular table in the break room, eating Taco Bell and discussing new ideas for how to make the shop more appealing to the mainstream. They all heard the voice call out from the entrance, but Krista stood up to answer it before anyone else did. She hopped up and skipped into the room where a young looking girl was. "Hello!" Krista said happily. "What can I help you with?"
DJ ate his food in silence, today. He had a black eye and a cut on his lip. He had told his friends he got in a fight to defend Trina, but that wasn't exactly what had happened at all. He had gotten into a fight, alright. But it was with Trina, not for her. And what was he supposed to do? Hit her back? He was not really feeling the whole twenty-five-to-life thing. It was over something so stupid. It was always something so stupid. A phone call from a co worker turned into this huge deal.
"No, you're fine. Don't worry about it, I get those mixed up too sometimes. The tongue rings are shorter than industrials, next to the bellybuttons. Found them? Cool. Alright, yup. See you tomorrow, Krista." DJ hung up his cell phone and turned around to see Trina, drunk as always and looking a little pissed off. "Oh, hey babe.." DJ said, treading lightly onhis words. "Oh, hey babe," Trina mocked him like a six year old. "Why don't... Why don't you tell me who the fuck is Krista?" She slurred, spitting a little as she said the 'f' word with emphasis. DJ gave her a funny look. "Krista.. From work. You've met her before.." he reminded her, standing up to help her to bed. "Don't fucking touch me, you goddamn cheater!" She screamed, pushing him away and slapping him across the face so hard her nail split his lip open. DJ stood there in complete shock, rather taken off guard. Most of the time he could predict fights, but this was ridiculous. And then it hit him; or rather, she hit him. Square in the eye. It hurt like hell, but not enough to knock him out. He just stumbled backwards and sat on the couch so he didn't piss her off more. For about a half an hour she ranted about how untrustworthy he was, and how she wasnonlyngonenfor a few hours and he was already sneaking calls to other girls. Then she went to bed, DJ slept on the couch and went to work early the next morning with a black eye and cut lip.
"D. J." Sean said, annoyed with having been ignored. DJ snapped out of it. "What?" He asked. "Are you gonna eat those cinammon twists?" Sean asked. DJ shook his head and passed the bag to him. He rested his head on his arms which were lying on the table, suddenly not feeling like he had too much of an appetite. In fact, he felt rather shitty altogether.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 0:49:02 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 0:58:06 GMT -6
Krista smiled at the girl. "I'm Krista!" She said, pulling out a few sheets of paper for the girl to sign. She eyed the girl. "You look young... Are you sure you're eighteen?" She asked, before searching the ground for her purple pen. She set it on top of the papers and slid the papers over to the girl. Krista did expect to see some ID before she let anybody put ink on the girl, that was for sure. "Can I see some identificación?" She said, saying the word 'identification' in a playful spanish accent.
She took a few steps over and opened the door to the break room. She could tell DJ was lying about getting into a fight... She was good like that. She never did like that Trina girl, anyway. She always thought Krista was flirting with her man, which was not the case. DJ was a little boy; no thanks. "Deej!" She called into the break room. "This one's all about you."
DJ looked up with tired eyes and nodded. He stood from the table and walked out into the main room, where he saw a young looking girl. "Woah," he said. "How old are you?" She looked maybe sixteen at the most, not nearly old enough for a tattoo without parental consent.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 0:58:38 GMT -6
Ooc; going to bed
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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 1:12:28 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 9:14:50 GMT -6
"Cool, I'll let you guys work." Krista said, disappearing into the break room again. DJ checked the girl's license once more, ignoring her question about his night. No, generally easy nights leave people with black eyes, he thought. The license was genuine; there was clear picture of her face, and sure enough she was eighteen years old. "A'ight," he sat down on the stool and waited for her to finish signing the papers. "I'm DJ, I will be your artist for the day. What are we looking at? Big tattoo, small, really small?"
He pulled out his pencil, ball point pen, and some sketch paper, in case she didn't already have a design. He figured that was the case since Krista told him this customer was 'all about him'. He was pretty good at coming up with good designs on the spot. Then again, so was Krista, but she probably just wanted to give DJ something to get his mind off of things. He usually got really into his designs and did great with heavy detail, which Krista didn't, so maybe that's why she had called him in for it.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 10:11:37 GMT -6
Allison gave a small laugh. "Uhm, I'm not really sure," she said, finishing filling out the last paper. She leaned against the counter. "I guess the size of it doesn't really matter," she shrugged. "Nice to meet you DJ," she told him, taking her licence and putting it back in her pocket.
"I don't want just any tattoo, though," she said, starting to just walk around the small room. "I know I either want it on my hip of the back of my shoulder, though," she told him. "And its one of the tattoo's that tell a story," she frowned, suddenly realizing she'd probably have to tell at least part of the story so he could draw up the tattoo.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 11:20:30 GMT -6
DJ teetered back and forth on his stool. He wasn't really listening, he had tuned in just enough to hear her say that she wanted to tell a story with her ink. "What's the story?" He asked, grabbing her papers and folding them in half to be put on file later. His thoughts often drifted to the night before, with Trina screaming at him. He had done everything he could to keep her happy.
He was starting to think about it more and more, how much he hated the situation. They hadn't even made love in eight whole months, and the last time they did she was drunk. He only did it so he wouldn't piss her off. Ever since then, DJ suspected she got her fill from other men. Did she think he wouldn't notice how often she's out of the house? He was supporting her- she was living off of his paycheck. There was no respect. And the worst part is that she still had the nerve to tell him she loved him.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 11:30:46 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 11:43:58 GMT -6
DJ snapped back into reality. Abuse... Sounded familiar. He gave an impressed frown and nodded. "Good for you," he said, picking up his pencil and starting to sketch. "So what you want to represent is freedom," he said, mostly for himself. He had two really good ideas, and a few more simple ideas. "We could do a bigger tattoo on your shoulder, or a smaller one on your hip, or a small one on your shoulder, I guess." He said. He loved doing shoulder tattoos because it was easy. Plus, he was already thinking up something that would look sick on a shoulder.
Most people in DJ's sistuation would find the girl's story inspiring, but DJ was just happy for her. He didn't wan to escape from his prison. He was, in an odd way, safe with what he knew. He knew whattk expect out of Trina, and that was easier than finding someone new. And as he sketched, thethoight ofnhis relationship with Trina didn't come up in his mind once. He was just happy to sketch.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 11:56:47 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 12:20:33 GMT -6
DJ gave Aiden a small wave and returned to his sketch. It was still rough, but he was finishing it up. It was an angel from behind, with her hands down in fists. There were broken chains around her wrists, and her wings were spread out widely. Her head was turned slightly to the side, but her hair covered her face. Underneath her was the date and the words 'free at last'. He finished it up with the black ink and slid it over to her. "What do you think?" He asked. "Were you looking for something like that, or something different?"
DJ was always nervous at this part; revealing his design. He was afraid that people wouldn't like it, like he had completely missed the mark. He always just drew what had first come to his mind. And the wors case scenario was that the person said they didn't like it and wanted a different one, which was fine. But it still made him nervous.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 15, 2010 12:30:48 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 13:46:03 GMT -6
Krista turned to see Aiden walk in. "Hey, kiddo." She said, putting him in a headlock and briefly giving him a noogie. "What, don't I get a greeting?" Sean said in mock-annoyance. "Pfft, whatever. I'm leaving anyway. I'm on vacation, bitches!" Krista rolled her eyes. "Nimrod." She said, shooting him a playful look, as Sean headed out the door. "We saved some taco bell for you and if Nate ever shows up, him too. I'll prolly just end up eating his, though." She shrugged, handing him the bag of food.
DJ waved bye to Sean as he left, and Sean waved his middle finger. Of course. He looked back up at Allison. "Hmm, so what are you imagining? Like, a rain drop with glass shards in it? We could make it look all Picasso." He suggested, hoping the girl could help him out at least a little. If not, he could be patient.
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