...they think they know...(chey!)

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Ahh yes. Another day in the tattoo parlor. Just like every other day, Jake was expecting drunks, stoners...and regulars. The books were pretty light today, only one or two real appointments. Which left walk-ins more acceptable. Which sucked, since those were generally the worst. After cleaning up his work area, Jake opened shop and sat behind the counter, looking over his schedule; No one special besides Cheyenne. Last time they had "hung out", she seemed pretty cool.

Closing his schedule, he grabbed his sketch pad and kicked his feet up on the other chair. Cheyenne was the first appointment for the day. Which was going to be a struggle. He was the only one taking care of the shop until later. More pay, but it still sucked pretty bad. Kids wanting piercings on a walk-in schedule....kids crying over said piercings...no thanks.

Jobs sucked, and he really didn't wanna be here on such a pretty day. Then again, everyday in Vegas was pretty. Looking down to his sketchpad, he flipped through the pages until a blank one came up, and began messing around, designing a tattoo for his sister that she had asked for. Something Call of Duty related...oh boy.






ooc: sorry. <_< badness. x_<

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Cheyene rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, like any morning. A quick glance at the mirror revealed what she already had suspected; her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, and she was hungover. Not anything out of the usual. Instead of going back to sleep, or raiding the stashed bottle of sky vodka under her pillow, Cheyenne forced herself into normal clothes and tried to tame her hair, just a bit.

Today she had made an appointment at the tattoo parlor, where she would hopefully come home with the Chinese symbol for 'Hope' on her lower hip. She knew she probably shouldn't get as many tattoos as she was planning on getting, but something about permanent body art just thrilled her. Even if she had to pay for it as a wrinkly old lady.

She began her walk to the tattoo shop, slipping on dark shades and trying to refrain from stumbling over the toes of her shoes. The guy running the place, Jake, seemed pretty cool. He was a little older, but obviously wasn't ready to settle down and be an adult yet. Neither was Chey. Her young adult life had just begun, and she wanted to live every minute of it to the fullest.

The door of her destination proved to be a challenge. She pushed while it was a pull, and it took her a full minute to realize this.

Oh jeez, she thought, it's worse than I thought. Referring, of course, to her hangover. She opened the door, shaking her head and walked up to the front desk. Jake was bent over something, doodling a design, as she cleared her throat.

"Hey Jake,"

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Your lies are clouding up my thoughts everyday;
(Seeing your motives realizing it's jealousy)

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Tagged: Jake <3
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Notes: NOTES GO HERE

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Hearing someone at the door - trying to push, not pull - he glanced up from his sketchpad, and chuckled. Hungover, or ditzy. Either way, that was pretty cute. Closing his sketchpad, he stood and checked his watch, a smile on his face. "Sweet, you're early. You ready?" Jake asked, stretching lazily and looking back to Cheyenne. "Since this place is empty, you get to pick the music."

With that, he walked back to 'his' room, plopping down on the stool and began setting stuff out. They had kinda discussed the tattoo she wanted, but Jake didn't really remember. It wasn't anything personal, but he saw so many tattoos he didn't even care anymore. "So, Chey, what'd you have in mind for today?" He asked, kinda hoping for nothing too annoyingly hard. Really, he just wasn't up to it...too early. He preferred working at night anyway.

After getting everything set out, Jake sighed. "Sooo, whatcha been up to, girl?"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Cheyenne leaned against the counter and adjusted her sunglasses with a sloppy smile. Early? She had run out the door without so much as a glance at a clock, but somewhere along the way she had figured it was later than it was.

Music? She'd be lucky if she could remember which way was up, much less band names.

"Whatever you wanna listen to," She managed without too much difficulty. At the mention of what she wanted done, Chey reached into her pocket for a folded paper that had an intricate pattern, scrawled in her graffiti-style black ink, and placed it out onto the counter.

"This," She said, pointing to her pelvic area. "Here," She didn't see the need for more words than necessary, and she hoped she wouldn't have to talk a whole lot until her mind cleared and she woke up fully.

What have I been up to? Cheyenne almost laughed. Drinking, sleeping, more drinking. Oh the benefits of being twenty-one. But something stopped her from saying that. She didn't need the whole world thinking she was a compulsive alcoholic that only stopped drinking to stumble to the liquor store. Even if she was. Her life allowed for some resistance and freedom. As an artist, she found it easier to create something after toking up or finishing off a Smirnoff.

"Not much," A shrug, or at least a very nice attempt at one. "You?"

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Taking the piece of paper she unfolded, he looked it over and nodded. "Free hand or trace?" Jake asked, glancing down to where she pointed. Hmm, okay. That was gonna be...fun. And painful. Jake assumed the girl would want it traced, for "accuracy" but either way was just fine with him. If nothing, he knew he was a good artist....and felt that he could be just as cocky as he wanted to be, since not many people were as good as they say.

At her answer, he chuckled. "Yeah, same. Pokin' holes in people. Fun, I guess." Jake shrugged. That was fun. Shoving a needle through - whatever - and watching the people squirm. Though, some really liked it. Those were the people that freaked him out. Getting pierced didn't bother him, but it certainly wasn't sexy. Plenty of experiences that made him shudder.

Without question, he pulled out his trusty iPhone and hooked it up to the auxiliary cable hanging down from some speakers. After a few moments, Motionless in White streamed out of the speakers. Really, he knew a hangover when he saw one. Chey definitely had one. Though, he wasn't gonna ask. Making sure the music wasn't too loud, he waited on her. "Strip down, girl!" He teased. "Okay, maybe just half-strip...."

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Cheyenne was fully aware of Jake's artistic abilities, but this particular tattoo was one that she wanted to have perfectly identical to the smallest detail. It wasn't a random, drunken accident like most of her other tattoos had been. She had actually planned it out and drew it about a million times before she'd settled on the design on the paper before her.

The symbol was the center of the piece, and it was carefully blended into the swirls that surrounded it, but was darker and stood out nicely. It reminded her of a bad trip she'd had before, with dark swirls and the only thing that kept her alive was hope. And the couch. Something about the sofa made it seem like the safest place in the world.

"Traced, and it seems like a cool job," She managed with sincerity. Numerous times Chey had considered working at a tattoo parlor, with people like her. The crazy, tattooed eccentric humans that came out of their caves just to take needles to people and create art.

She realized when the music didn't come blaring out of the speakers Jake was being considerate, and ergo, she must look like crap. Cheyenne didn't give it a second thought, instead she grinned at his teasing, while unbuttoning her shorts, a task that seemed easier than buttoning them up had been earlier.

"Sorry if I'm-" She paused, not knowing where she had been going with that sentence. "You know, like, slow or whatever,"

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Tagged: Jake <3
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes: NOTES GO HERE

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Traced. Got it. Taking the paper over to the lightbox, he quickly set it up and started tracing, not taking his eyes off of the paper in front of him. Generally when things were traced, they were to be perfect. Especially since ink was permanent. He had been there, done that. Tattoos he wished he hadn't of gotten, and now he paid the price by either getting them covered up or ... leaving them. Whatever, you live once.

"Yeah," Jake said with a quick shrug, eyes focused on the paper. "I get some people who like, pass out. I end up having to catch them. Then you get the macho assholes. I wanna stab them in the eye." Jake grinned, it was a pretty cool job. "If you want, you could get a job with me. I dunno how glamorous it'll be after you've been here awhile, but you can if you want." He offered.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally looked up and over to Chey. She had apologised for being slow..or whatever. Shrugging again, he smiled. "No problem. We all have those kinda days, right?" Jake said. Seeing as tattooing/piercing anyone hung over or drunk was illegal, he was gonna just pretend that Chey was not. 'Cause, you know. She wasn't. She was just slow....or whatever. Smiling, he stood up. "So, there.." He pointed where she had pointed earlier.

"Why there?"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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She giggled rather girlishly at Jake's explanation of his job, to her embarrassment, and looked away, not being able to handle her own girly moments.

A job, though? Cheyenne tried her best not to pounce on the offer. She'd been prowling around for one, but Mickey D's wasn't her idea of a decent job. She'd considered 'stripper' quite seriously over being in fast food. The grease was just number one on a long list of 'Why I Will Never Work At A Fast Food Joint', followed by her inability to handle being around fat white women and their pudgy kids. A week as a cashier for Taco Bell revealed that much for her.

"That'd be-I mean, yeah. Awesome."
They'd have to continue this conversation when she was in a clear state of mind.

TThe placement of her new tattoo was also chosen carefully. She loved the idea of full sleeves, but for as long as she could remember, she'd been craving a tattoo somewhere more...exotic. Nothing too absurd. Her chest would remain clear of any sort of tattoo, as would her ass and the likes of her, uh, 'downstairs business'. Still, even with her boundaries, a friend encouraged her idea, and even offered to get a matching one. The day never came, though. The girl died in an car accident and this was Chey's way of saying, 'I'll never forget you,' to her friend.

"It's, uh..I just, dunno, want it there,"

Great job dipshit.

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Narrowing his eyes slightly, he disregarded the first statement. Most people pounced on it. He never knew why, but hell, the more people that worked here the less he had to physically be here. More time to ... well, play video games and do nothing. Sounded awesome right about now. Jake blushed slightly at the realization Usher was now playing out of the speakers. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Pretending he was deaf to the music, Jake stared at Chey. "....Huh, okay." Quite the interesting reason for a tattoo; just..want it there. "I mean, I guess I understand." He said with a shrug, realizing how awkward all of this was gonna be. One of his least favorite places to tattoo. Though, on guys it was ten times worse. But, he usually just sucked it up and kept a smile on his face.

"Ya ready?" He asked, motioning for her to lay down on the table. "Lemme get this on there, and you tell me how you like it." Jake said, "I've been wanting another tat, just don't know where or what. Kinda sucks. I draw people tattoos for a living and can't figure one out for myself."

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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"It's a long story," She tried to redeem herself from her complete blonde moment. Most people didn't question that answer, long stories were too, well, long. She sighed aloud and brushed back her bangs with a restless hand. Where was her phone? Had she left it at home, or lost it? She shook her head clear of her worries and followed his orders.

From an early age, the teal-haired girl had always been quite comfortable with herself, and the close proximity of where Jake's hands were going to be didn't phase her like it would others. She'd always been the girl that wouldn't chicken out on dares to streak down the street, or flash passing cars, which had gotten her into a bit of trouble as a youngster.

"Ready boss," She said, finally remembering how to use sarcasm. Chey laid down on the table, as Usher poured out into the air. Jake liked Usher? That was an unexpected twist. It must be hard, she figured, seeing all those beautiful, (and some not so beautiful), tattoos throughout the day and not being able to choose another for yourself. Chey knew she'd have a hard time not comparing her own tattoos to those that she'd done for others and thinking of the other person's story instead of her own.

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Tagged: Jake <3
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"Long story, huh." It really wasn't a question. But, it wasn't like tattoos took five minutes. Maybe a long story would be okay. But she didn't seem to intent on actually telling the story, so he just let it go. "Damn straight I'm the boss. I do everything...like a boss!" Grinning at the lame joke, he walked over and set the, well, temp tattoo on where she had pointed, "There, or are you gonna make me do it all over again?"

Really, he had only had to re-do placement a few times. A real pain in the ass, but some people were so goddamn picky. In the end it just pissed him off. But, if Chey wanted it somewhere else - besides her face. Hell no - he'd do it. It was really terrible doing all these tattoos and being at a loss for your own. Being original was hard. Though, a Spyro (the dragon) tattoo seemed pretty fitting. He was awesome, and the games were generally..awesome.

"I could always just pay you to draw me one."

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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"That's perfect," She said, glancing to the place where he had set it. She wasn't picky about where it was, as long as it was around that area and not wrapped around her side. It was a mental thing, like a prick of OCD that made it impossible to draw outside the invisible lines along her body. Each of her tattoos had been placed precisely, and she had, in fact, asked for re-placements of several of them. It was her body after all, and if she had to look at it for the rest of her life and think 'It's wrong. All wrong,' she was better off not getting one.

"Thanks..Boss," She teased, with a grin. Cheyenne would have been more than willing to draw him a tattoo, except she didn't think he wanted to look like he was part of a gang with her trademark old English text and sketchy drawing. When people might be looking over her shoulder as she drew, Chey would doodle hearts and useless crap. But when she was alone, she dove deep into the Tim Burton-Gothic style, which was her comfort zone. With art, there didn't have to be a point to the endless array of dark figures and unreadable words that spiraled alongside it. 'There are no rules, and those are the rules,' a wise Fraggle once said, and Chey embraced that quote to the fullest.

"I'm not sure you want to look like a gang-banger, so you might wanna find someone else,"

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Tagged: Jake <3
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"Sweet," And with that, Jake plopped down on his stool, put that annoyingly terrible surgical gloves on, and sighed out heavily. Thankfully, the song switched to Roads That Don't End . . . by We Came As Romans. Ah, yes. That was a little, well, a whole lot, less embarrassing than Usher. He had always wanted to be a singer in a band, but realized how terrible it would end up being. Hardly getting paid, having haters go ape-shit on you, screaming girls....young girls. Law suits...no thanks.

"Thanks, but I think I already look like a gang banger." He teased, starting on her tattoo, eyes focused. Yeah, gotta be focused.... "Really, though. You should draw me one. I'll pay. Kinda wanted some lyrics or something, but I dunno...I guess too many more tatts wouldn't be a good idea. Gotta stop somewhere," Jake said, "Cause I guess playing piano recitals with tats is pretty frowned upon."

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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"Well, you have to tell me the lyrics you want and then we'll go from there," She said, rolling her eyes. He didn't look like a gang-banger. Out of the two of them, she was more likely to get picked up by the cops for looking 'suspicious'. He was just a guy with a few, okay more than a few, tattoos. And apparently, very diverse music taste. We Came As Romans /and/ Usher? This brought a smile to her lips.

"Piano? There's something I haven't heard of," Chey always admired people who had the patience for playing instruments. She couldn't sit still for too long, so piano was out of the question. As was any instrument besides her voice, which was, to put it modestly, quite good.

Chey wanted more than anything to be an artist. Any kind of successful artist. A singer/songwriter, a painter, a fashion design artist. She was willing to expand her interests to stay in the art field. As a teenager, she'd been involved with a few bands, but those didn't last long. The drummer quit to be with the bassist's sister in her band, and the male singer turned out to be a real pervert. Very attractive, but a complete pervert.

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Tagged: Jake <3
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes:(I was like ZOMG I LOVE THAT SONG! I HAVE TO USE IT SOMEWHERE. Then I realized the lyrics on her layout were inspired by Attack Attack/We Came As Romans. x.x)

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"I know. That's the hardest part, I guess. Maybe something from Edgar Allen Poe." Jake said, thinking out loud. He had always loved reading Poe, and when his English class studied it, he passed that part with top honors. "I've seen some top notch tattoos, it's just so hard to be original, or semi-original anymore, you know? It's getting ridiculous."

Yeah, he heard that a lot. 'what? you play piano?'.

"Yep. Classical piano. Been playing since I was like, six. I can teach you, if you'd like." Jake offered. He hated teaching anyone anything. He had very little patience when it came to that. Probably why he decided to not bother being a teacher at the local college. Though, it was becoming very tempting. "So, I was thinking of quitting this place and becoming a professor. How fucked up would that be?" Chuckling, he let out a sigh when Suicide Silence started playing through the speakers.

Dear God, please no more Usher or anything embarrassing...