Post by Play Trenton on Apr 7, 2008 16:13:35 GMT -5
Walking into the tattoo was all too familiar for Play as she took in the scent of ink and mild smell of flesh being injected with such. It was a medium day, meaning that one of the artists could squeeze her in with little trouble. Once a year Play receieved a tattoo, once a year she pretended everything in her life was normal and always had one. Leaning against the glass counter she peared at the merchandise that was so close to people yet just out of reach for those with sticky fingers. Smirking her eyes scanned the items for anything that might catch her interest.
After a moment of casual glancing Play looked up and stared at the wall covered in tattoo options, though many people brought in their own designs. Today's tattoo was a bit impractical for a girl to get, but it was something that would mean something to her even after everything in her life was over, when she was an old woman hiding in a rocker with her twenty-two.
"Hey honey," She smirked at a large tattoo artist she was familiar with, though he had numerous nicknames making it hard to ever know what his real name was. Pointing to the wall her finger directed to the script S. She wasn't necissarily in love with Sam, if one wanted to say that. But he meant more to her than most people, he was always there...even if he was possessed at the moment. Play was realizing that by pushing him away while he was in his state of mind...she was losing part of herself.
Nodding towards the chair Play followed the tattoo artist and sat down, holding out her wrist for him. He smiled in agreement with her choice. A man of few words, that didn't bother Play in the least as he prepped all the equipment to ink her skin permanently.
After a moment of casual glancing Play looked up and stared at the wall covered in tattoo options, though many people brought in their own designs. Today's tattoo was a bit impractical for a girl to get, but it was something that would mean something to her even after everything in her life was over, when she was an old woman hiding in a rocker with her twenty-two.
"Hey honey," She smirked at a large tattoo artist she was familiar with, though he had numerous nicknames making it hard to ever know what his real name was. Pointing to the wall her finger directed to the script S. She wasn't necissarily in love with Sam, if one wanted to say that. But he meant more to her than most people, he was always there...even if he was possessed at the moment. Play was realizing that by pushing him away while he was in his state of mind...she was losing part of herself.
Nodding towards the chair Play followed the tattoo artist and sat down, holding out her wrist for him. He smiled in agreement with her choice. A man of few words, that didn't bother Play in the least as he prepped all the equipment to ink her skin permanently.