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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:56 pm
Namine whined lowly to herself as she paced just outside of the shop. This had been the case for at least two hours now. ********. Why was she freaking out about this now? Pathetic. She was better then this. With a sigh, she steeled her nerves and walked into the shop.
The place was nice. Far better then she had admittedly expected. But who could blame her? The one's back home were trash and not worth the space they inhabited. This place was far, far better. It was obvious that the owner cared for the building, and their occupation.
Nami blinked at the girl behind the counter. More specifically, she stared at the sheer amount of hair the girl had. 'Damn' She thought. How the hell did this girl deal with headaches??
No. Wait. Off track.
"Uh..." She said, trying to catch the woman's attention. The teen flinched slightly once she had it. "Can I ask you a question??"
-- Laine had been filling out paperwork, making phone calls and handling the over all desk work while Kor was in the back handling his own things. She had been vaguely aware of the young woman creeping outside the building, occasionally catching glimpses of her as she passed back and forth. Laine had chalked it up to her just being another nervous teenager, freaked about getting their first tattoo. She still remembered that feeling. So when Laine watched through eyelashes and her white hair as the girl entered the parlor, the corner of her lips had twitched into the smallest of smiles.
"Welcome to Eight and Half." She said. "You can ask me just about anything you want hun. How can I help you today?" Laine could just make out the edges of a tattoo, buried under clothing. So there went that theory. The young woman watched as the teen fidgeted, before producing a picture and asking if she had seen the person in it, or if she even knew who it was. Blinking curiously, Laine leaned forward to examine the picture.
She would have never expected the picture to be of who it was.
Laine looked from the picture, to the woman and then back to the picture. She repeated this pattern another couple of times before she spoke. "Uhm... Just one moment alright? I'm.. I'm going to ask my coworker in the back. Do you, uh... mind if I take that with me? Just in case they're busy and can't come up to the front?" Laine took the picture gently, before offering a seat to the girl. "I'll uh... be right back."
She probably should have walked a little slower into the back. ******** ******** ********. Things were about to get awkward. "Hey hun?" She called, vaguely wondering what room he was in. "I need you to come here." Just to make sure she got his attention, she decided to drop some words no one wants to hear.
"Babe, we need to talk. Like, now."
He'd likely ground her once he realized it wasn't about them.Saint Sergio Your girls are kinda panicy Kor.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 7:51 am
Kor, for once, wasn't actually working on a tattoo. He was doing inventory and some cleaning while Laine took care of the front. He hummed softly as he did it, to the metal music playing on the TV in this one room. He was unaware of anything going on until Lain called for him and he looked up. Difficult customer? Someone getting grabby? He put down his clip board and walked toward the door when he saw her come in looking like some kind of panicked bird. "Whoa, whoa, chill. Chill out.." He held his hands up to her and then moved even closer, sighing a bit. "Keep that language up and I'mma have to wash your mouth out with soap or something." Then he grinned and pushed a hand through his hair before nodding. "Okay, what' the big deal? Need me to kick a customer out? You're too nice sometimes.."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 2:31 pm
"We both know you'd wash my mouth out with 'something' because I don't think you'd like the result of washing it with soap." Laine said, off offhandedly scrunching up her face as she had sudden flash back to when her Father would warn her siblings with that same threat.
She almost laughed when he asked if he needed to throw someone out of the store. "You know I can handle my own. ...However I am vertically challenged at the best of times. But this is not that time." Laine sighed, trying to relax and process whatever it was that had just happened. "Besides... I don't mean it about us." The young woman pinched the bridge of her nose. "...However, it does apply to you. There's this kid up front, a girl. Probably no older then I was the first time I walked in here. She had this, and asked if I knew the person in that." Laine handed him the picture. "I told her to have a seat and that I'd ask my 'co worker in the back.'."Saint Sergio Shhh no i didnt break the quote
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 8:36 am
Kor jut beamed rather cheekily at Laine before things started becoming more serious. "God, does she have a mug shot of me from when I was in jail for selling?" He pushed a hand to his face and just groaned. Honestly he thought it was some street thug who heard he had a gang at one point and wanted some tips or in his non-existent gang. That broke up years ago and he'd been on the straight and narrow. Except for his slip up with drugs, but.. "Okay, okay. Let me.." He sighed and just shrugged. "Go meet her." With that, he wandered toward the front, dusting his hands off a little and then rubbing at an ink spot from the pen. "Hello? I'm Kor McKneil."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 7:32 pm
Laine snorted, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. "Later." She promised. The woman was about to say something else when he commented on what his picture might be. "Wait wha- No. Wait. Never mind. Forget I asked." Laine never asked about what Kor had gotten up to before they met. It was his past. His to tell. Not hers to pester about. If he told her, he told her. If he didn't? Well she was fine with that too.
And then he was gone. Without so much as looking at the picture.
s**t.--- If you asked her if she was panicking, Namine would say she wasn't. That she was as calm as could be. She wasn't. She was quietly regretting her choices in life. This was a bad idea, and she knew what bad ideas were. She was to busy panicking that she hadn't noticed when the man came out. "******** ey!" She swore, jumping when he spoke. "Sorry. Sorry. Uh. Nerves?" Smooth. Breathe you dumbass. Breathe. Nami tried not to stare, and for a moment, she was calm and collected. He looked just like the picture. Granted he was a bit older but, that picture was quite a few years old as it was. The moment was over and Nami started to panic again. "Wow it was easier to talk to that chick so uh... I'm just gonna say this." She fidgeted. "My name is Namine." Now came crunch time. Do or die time.
"Namine McKneil."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 8:29 am
Nope, he didn't look at the picture one little bit. Kor didn't plan ahead. It wasn't who he was. Not really. So when he took one look at the girl, he tilted his head and just arched a brow at how she reacted. "Someone's got a dirty mouth," He teasted her, wiggling a finger. Then she introduced herself and he squinted at her last name. It wasn't an uncommon last name, he supposed, but she was the first McKneil he's met that was him. "Interesting..." He tipped his head and looked her over slowly. "So, what. You're... a fan? Here for a tattoo? Did Boots send you? Tell that ******** that I don't owe him anything and he needs to stay away before I put a pen straight through his ears."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 11:45 am
"It runs in the family..." From what she could remember of it.
"A fan. Wha-." Namine blinked, her gaze shifting between the taller man and the girl creeping around the corner. The girl shrugged helplessly, throwing her hands in the air and Namine sighed. "No. I'm not a fan. I'm yo-" Who the ******** was Boots? "Look, no. If you owe this a*****e money or anything, that's your own damn fault. But that is not what I'm here for. Christ." Why was this hard.
Nami took a few steps back, trying to think. "Did you even look at the picture. Did you show it to him?!" She asked, throwing a look at Laine, who huffed and threw her hand in Kor's direction. Guess that was a no.
"Ugh. Look." She said scrubbing at her face. "I don't know how to say this and I have prepared this freaking talk a thousand times over and now I can't remember jack s**t about it but. We have the same last name for a reason, Kor. I'm your half sister. Momma use to swear it up and down.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 5:53 am
"He's lying. I don't owe him s**t. ******** was the last one to put me in jail." He waved a finger at her before blinking. Then she asked about the picture and he shook his head. No, Kor hadn't actually done that. His brain didn't even register the fact he probably should. So as she spoke, he did, and he blinked when he saw himself at a really young age and then looked up at her words. Kor's green eyes narrowed, looked her over and then snorted. "Yeah, okay," he muttered sarcastically. "I don't have siblings. I don't even know my ********' ma, so I bet you're wrong." He handed her the picture and then sighed. Kor felt like she was here to prank him. It was a mean spirited prank too. Kor didn't have a family. It's why he was a street kid most of his life. His arms crossed over his chest and he glared over at Laine and then at this girl. "What was it, Namaste or something? Look, listen. Whoever paid you to tell me this s**t? Tell them to go ******** themselves because this isn't funny."
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 7:06 pm
"I don't know who that a*****e is!" Namine yelled back. "Whoever put your a** in jail has nothing to do with me or why I'm here, but if you don't ******** shut up and listen to me, I'm going to put your a** in a hospital." She growled.
"Your mother's name was Christine." She shot off. "Your a*****e of a father flaked off god knows when because he didn't give a s**t. Mama said you'd been gone for a couple of years before I came around. And I'm not even going to touch that topic. What you did as a kid isn't my damned problem."
Yet here she was.
"Namine!" The teen yelled. "It's Namine! Nah-me-neigh. How ******** hard is that?" Nami threw her hands up in the air and let out an agitated noise. "This was a ******** stupid idea. No one ******** paid me. If anything I paid for everything myself, trying to find what little scrap of family I had left. I don't know WHY she thought this was going to work."-- At first Laine hid around the corner, peeking out at the two and eavesdropping in on the conversation, but soon their arguing and bickering drew her out completely and she huffed. When Kor glared at her, she crossed her arms and shot the look right back.
'Don't you look at me like that.'
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 7:27 am
Kor winced when the girl got more worked up than he anticipated and he just stared at her with wide green eyes. His head canted to the side and then his eyes narrowed. "....Well.." She knew his mother's name. He hadn't heard that name in years and here she was giving him his life story. Well, his early life story. Kor ran a hand through his black hair and tugged at it before sighing and rubbed at his face. "Look, Namine," he started, rubbing his hands together. "Sorry. I'm just used to people ...uh. Never mind. I'm sorry. I have really no excuse other than be being an egotistical a*****e sometimes. So..." He man shrugged helplessly, seeming much more boyish than a man near his 30th birthday. He licked his lips that were thin and almost to big for his face before shaking himself out. "Family you say? What are you uh... ...So you're.. related?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 8:32 pm
"You're what? Use to people using you and lying to you to get what they wanted, with little care of what it was you wanted? Well here's a news flash. You're not the only one. We've got more in common then you realize, princess." Namine could swear she heard a stiffed giggle come from their 'audience.'
"Yes." Nami hissed. "Why would I lie about something like that? I'm eighteen. Don't you think I'm a little too old for that kind of trick?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Related is an understatement. I'm you're ******** half sister. Can't get any closer then that." Well, a lie. But Nami was pretty sure their age gap kept them from being able to pull off the twin thing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 3:34 pm
Kor just sighed and scratched above his eyebrow at her anger and then just sort of ducked his head. Okay, she had valid points, but God! She didn't know his life. Sure, apparently he had a sister now, but she still didn't -- wait a second. "Sister." He stared at her again and rubbed his neck. Half sister. Kor had a sister? That made him shut up all over again and looked her from head to toe. There were similarities, yeah... He admitted that. God, she really did look like Mom. Kor scratched his cheek and then tugged on his hair a little in a moment of anxiety and unsure emotions. "Half-sister. Uh..." He looked to Laine, like 'What should I say now?' and then back at his... half-sister. "That's cool...?"
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