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They say that traumatic events can make a person seek drastic change. Almost dying could be considered among the realm of Traumatic, though all things considered, Porsha was handling it rather well. Her brush with death had been.. Well, close, -ish, but wasn't danger all part of the job for a warrior of the Negaverse? She thought so.

So no, she hadn't let the reminder of mortality slow her down, but she was still seeking to subject her appearance to a drastic, and permanent, change.

In all honesty it was something she'd been wanting for a while now, but she hadn't had the means to acquire it. Now that she had a nicely convincing fake ID, why wait? Oh sure, she could have waited the two weeks to her actual 18th birthday, but ******** that. She wanted her ink, and she wanted it now!

Which is what brought her to the doors of a highly recommended parlor in the heart of the city. Grinning with nervous excitement, she opened the door and sauntered right up to the counter.

While she waited Po stared up at the many examples of the more simpler tattoos framed along the walls. Not for inspiration, she knew what she wanted, but just out of curiosity. She was examining a particularly neat looking sparrow design when someone called out from the back to greet her and direct her towards the release form she'd be required to fill out to get this whole process underway.

It was a pretty standard piece of paperwork, demanding all the usual basics, along with a lot of common sense medical bullshit. She filled it all out, and by the time the young man had finished his clean up and prep the completed form was waiting for him on the counter.

An answering grin slid easily into place along purple lips as the young man smiled at her before leaning against the counter, and a violet brow gave a curious twitch when he introduced himself. "Kekipi? That Hawaiian?" It sounded Hawaiian. At least she thought so, but not having a very culturally diverse education she couldn't say for sure.

The shpeal he gave her about keeping her calm and happy sounded a bit rehearsed, though he probably had to say close to the same to anyone he took care of tattoo wise. "I'm not really nervous, yet." She hadn't seen the needles yet. "But I do like music. Anything you wanna put on is fine, so long as it's got a good beat." She wasn't much of a music snob, so chances were good she'd like whatever her put on.

"Oh, I'm Porsha." It was on the form, but hey, it was generally considered polite to introduce yourself, and besides, the guy was kinda hot. He had that exotic thing going for him with the tanned skin and sunset colored hair.

"Does it?" The skills slipped for just a second, but she recovered quickly. Really, she didn't have much to be worried about, it wasn't as though she was any stranger to pain, not with her hobbies. She had never been a huge fan of going to the doctor, but this wasn't the same thing as a booster shot.

No, this was a series of multiple needles puncturing her skin repeatedly in rapid succession...

Po coughed, cleared her throat, and shoved the thought to the back of her mind where it would hopefully stay the remainder of her visit. "I don't have anything solid, idea wise, but I was thinking of a skull, possibly some smoke. If you wanted to expand on that, or get creative that's okay by me." Considering she was about to have something permanently applied to her skin, she probably should have had a more concrete idea of what she wanted, but she had always liked the various designs tattoo artists came up with, and she was willing to let Kekipi have some artistic freedom. "As for where? I was thinking my shoulder."

He ushered her to his station, . And she took a seat where directed, watching as he went to pop in some music. A setting beat started to pour from the speakers, and Po nodded in approval. "Nice choice., and that sounds like a great plan to me."

Settling herself, Po gave a nod of understanding as Kekipi tried to explain the whole tensing up and resulting pain thing to her. He had a very good point though. One person's threshold for pain wasn't going to be the same as another's. Not to mention the different types of pain. Really, it was probably better to just not think about it too much, because that would make her just as nervous as examining the tattoo gun to closely. Guh, needles!

She blinked at him as he mentioned the dark mark, and violet lips twisted up in amusement despite eyes narrowing at him. "My life's secret ambition always was to join the ranks of the death eaters and serve or dark Lord, Voldemort." Oh God, her dork was showing. Porsha wasn't a book worm, but after seeing the movies she'd borrowed the books from a friend.

"I was thinking the back of my shoulder and extending down along my arm if need be," she offered, left arm lifting to indicate, fingers tracing along her bicep. "As for colors, I really like purples and greens, though really anything that looks good. I also love music, and I'm a boxer/Mma fighter in my spare time." Well, he had asked her to ramble.

As for being shy, Po didn't know the meaning of the word. She'd placed her hands on the edge of her seat between her knees, leaving forwards as she spoke. A lovely little smile playing along darkly painted lips. "I like what you're rocking on the side of your neck, did you design that?" She tipped her head towards him, as if he wouldn't k know what she was referring to. "Do you have any others?" Possibly in fun places?

Silvery eyes widened, and vividly painted lips pursed at the knowledge that Kekipi had not only designed the stylish ink that was peeking at his neck and shoulder, but he'd actually applied it himself. As a jaded youth, there wasn't a whole lot Po found impressive, but this deserved some props. "******** man, I can't even imagine how you managed that." It was crude, as compliments went, but her awe carried through with her tone. "That is seriously badass."

And so was the design he slid under her nose for her approval. The sketch was amazing, far better then anything she could have thought up on her own, but the colors..

"I love the idea, bit could we reel the tint a bit?" She pointed at the skulls, fingertip running over the paper. "Make the skulls in creams and whites, and have the smoke coming out in greens, purples, and silver? Like a different color for each skull. Then the tribal music notes and designs can be black." She paused, then tapped at the design excitedly. "Could the skulls have different expressions?"

She had totally forgotten about her unease with needles, and sunk into her excitement. It would return, when he got the gun out, but for now she was lost in the moment.