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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:07 am
Welcome to the tattoo parlor of doom. It's not exactly legal, but it's been kept close under the radar. Minors should try to avoid this place because the tattoos here tend to get messed up. A lot.
Also, this place is ran by Malade's mom. 8D
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:18 pm
 .:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Ian completely forgot to place her back into her wheelchair. Eh. As long as he kept carrying her around, then it'd have to do. If there was one thing she didn't want to deal with, it was attempting to walk. Once they had arrived at this "Totally Not Shady Tattoo Parlor" What kind of name was that anyway, Annalie spotted a punkish looking and very very buff man and wavered him over, ready to get this show on the road. "Hey, tattoo him." Yeap. It was as blunt as that.
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:54 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢  ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
He watched in horror as the buff man approached and asked Annalie what she wanted tattooed on him, absolutely terrified by the way he was staring at him. Just the look he had on his face... he couldn't even comprehend what he was thinking. He was smiling and his eyes were soulless. Or maybe he was just being paranoid. He wasn't sure.
"Do I have to...?" __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:07 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
"Yes." Annalie sharply replied to Ian before returning to her musing over what kind of tattoo. At first, she wanted to have her name carved all along his forehead, but then, she'd rather do it personally whenever Ian thoroughly pissed her off. Since this was going to be permanent, she might as well go over the top with it.
"My name. On his a**." She smirked as she recited how to spell out her name. Hehehe. That would show him. Mr. Buff nodded and shot a rather.... eerie grin at them both. Creepy, but at least, it wasn't Annalie that was going to be stuck alone with him.
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:28 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
"What! No!" Was his instantaneous response when she mentioned what and where she wanted the tattoo. There was no way he was getting something like that. Not to mention the fact that he didn't want that terrifying man anywhere near his a**! The creepy man started shoving him towards the back room of the parlor, but there was no way he was going to give up just like that. He set Annalie down on a nearby chair just before he reached the opening blocked only by a curtain, clinging onto the door frame with his claws like his life depended on it.
"Anything but this! Please!" Yep. He was begging for mercy now. __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:00 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Mr. Creepy was now dragging away Ian, and Annalie merely watched in amusement. Of course, when he mentioned that he'd be willing to do anything, her smirk broadened. "Really? Does that include being my obedient servant for the rest of eternity? If not, then I'm sure that..." She glanced at the man's name tag. "....Tiny here will be willing to add in Rumplestiltskin with my name too."
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:33 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
"Fine, fine! I will serve you! Please, make him stop!" It was a good time to give in too, because the creepy man had reached back to grab a needle, determined to give him the tattoo whether he wanted it or not. __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:40 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
At Ian's surrender, Annalie gave a simple nod at Tiny to signal for him to halt, and the man immediately released Ian. That's right. Ian should know his place, and that was beneath her. Heh. Still, Tiny hovered over the ghoul with that needle in hand for a good reason. "Don't think it's the end yet. Contract it up, and then I'll let you off the hook."
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:52 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
"Yes, dear..." He grumbled as a small stack of papers appeared in his hands with a puff of smoke. It wasn't the first time he had to make a contract like this, though it was the first time in this lifetime. He was really hoping that he would remain free for at least one life, but nope. Such is the fate of a ghoul. "I am guessing... you would not change your mind?" He asked as he held out the papers for her to look through. __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:01 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
"No."
One word was enough to summarize her answer. She never went against her word, nor did she ever plan to in the future. Since she was his when she died, it was only fair if he was hers while she was still alive. She browsed through the papers and found nothing out of the ordinary, so she shoved it back into Ian's arms for him to sign. "Well?.... I'm waiting, darling."
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:13 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
He pulled a pen out of his pocket with a shaky claw and pressed it against the paper, reluctant to sign it. "Please, spare me, love?" Yep, he was just going to stall to avoid the inevitable. He doubted she would have the heart to listen to his pleas. Before she could even give a reply, he clenched his jaw and scribbled his signature. He had no choice, right? __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:59 pm
 .:l Isabelle "Izzy" Bulcorb l:.
"To me, boxing is like a ballet,
except there's no music, no choreography,
School was out. Whoot! That meant that nobody was watching what she did. Not that she cared if anyone did. She could do anything that she wanted, and no one could stop her. The power! All the wonderful and corruptive power! Muahahaha! Wait, what was she going on about? Man, she probably watched too many villains do their thing in the cartoons on T.V. Pft. She was a hero, so that didn't matter in the first place.
Anyway, the main point of her cheering was that she could now go into the tattoo shop and get some bigger ones. That's right. She meant boobs. Two. Probably in MMM's if possible. Bursting into the parlor, Izzy demanded with a confident grin. "I want boobs. Giant ones."
and the dancers hit each other."
- Jack Handey
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 1:08 am
Ami Bellerose As much as she loved getting the chance to secretly tattoo awkward and funny things on people when they weren't paying attention, Ami regretted coming to her tattoo parlor. It was always empty, and whenever it was empty, it was boring. With a huff, she started spinning around in her chair to amuse herself, glad that the other tattoo artist was in the back room, doing who knew what. She didn't care, unless it was something that would cure her boredom.
The ding of the bell above the door caused her to hop up in her seat, and along with the light coming in through the front door, she could swear she could hear a choir singing. She was saved! She immediately planted her feet down and stood up, not caring in the slightest if the room was still spinning even if she wasn't. She stumbled forward, catching herself and accidentally knocking the equipment off of a table. She would just pick that up later. Or leave it.
She stopped in front of the manly girl(?), taking a brief moment to comprehend what she said. As soon as she understood, she looked over her. "Well, I can't give you those. But, I can make it look like you have some?" Without even giving her a chance to answer, she skipped off toward the back room, cracking open the door and calling out, "Drop EVERYTHING. Get the dresses, the tissue, the makeup, balloons, a rubber hose, scissors, the mini-vacuum, petroleum jelly, prepare the needle, make me a sandwich, and hurry! This is an emergency!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:40 pm
.:l Isabelle "Izzy" Bulcorb l:.
"To me, boxing is like a ballet,
except there's no music, no choreography,
........ Everything Izzy knew shattered in that one moment. It was like that one time when she discovered that the world was round and not an oval just a few weeks ago. Boy, that was such a shocker. Those maps sure were misguiding! Then again, she did think that a few countries were shaped like certain parts until she got bapped for believing that the drawings other students did were indeed real. Particularly to no one, Izzy stammered out. "B-But.... I thought boobs were made out of pillows. Not balloons." What if they popped?
Well, she learned something new today. That... was a victory. Getting over her momentary shock, she jogged over to the very informative lady. "Hey! Hey! What do you mean 'look'? Don't you already have the stuff? I mean, you have the scissors and balloons and the other stuff that would look great on you, so are you implying that.... we should go out?" Woah. Cougars. ....Izzy could roll with that.
and the dancers hit each other."
- Jack Handey
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 11:04 pm
Ami Bellerose "Hush, hush. No words. Let me work," Ami said and placed a finger on Izzy's lips to make her be quiet. She didn't even listen to a word she said, too focused on the mental image of her finished product. It would look gorgeous in the most horrific way possible. Yes, it would be perfect. She peeked through the crack of the door, spotting the giant of a man lumbering toward her with everything she requested.
She paused for a moment, letting her mind catch up to her thoughts when she finally registered something Izzy said. She smiled and pinched her cheeks, telling her, "You sure are cute, but sadly, I already have a date. Maybe some other time." And with that, she lightly grabbed her shoulders and directed her to the nearest seat, pulling a curtain that would block the view of the front window.
She stopped for a moment when she saw the giant come in with a box of everything she needed. "When I'm done with you, even the girls will want you," She informed Izzy with a nod, very determined to make her mental image come to life.
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