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Yellow diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I've gotta let it go
We found love in a hopeless place
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• fєу αηη яιcнαяdѕ •
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Fey finally stationed herself at her plain old seat down at the beach, bored, yet again. "Do I really even want to be down here," She grumbled to herself, watching as people walked past her carelessly. "No. I really don't." Fey grabbed her purse, and slipped her clothes back on over her bathing suit, but instead of pants, she slipped on white short shorts. Fey slipped her phone into her pocket and thought it over. "I have to go to work anyways."
Fey worked down at the tattoo & piercing parlor, guessing it was something she'd like to do for a while, hey, it beat working at some fast food place any day. The girl pulled out her car keys and hopped into her blue Range Rover. From there, she plugged her ipod into the built in dock. Automatically she changed it to "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3. It was her favorite song by them, so of course she blasted to the point where she couldn't even hear herself singing along. "Don't trust a h*e, never trust a h*e, won't trust a h*e, cause the h*e won't trust me," Fey sang along without a care in the world, that was until she pulled up infront of the tattoo/piercing parlor. It was a rather large building, two stories actually.
Fey grabbed her purse, iPod, and phone and headed inside. The receptionist welcomed her. "Fey! Whats up?" The male behind the counter who was in fact the receptionist smiled fondly. "Same old, same old, different day," Fey sighed lightly as she pushed her card into the shift clock. "I don't have anything better to do, some I'm taking in walk-ins," Fey walked down to her studio, it was decorated with plain white Christmas lights, and white Chinese lanterns. The chairs wear plain leather, adjustable too. Near the chair there was a counter, where all her piercing tools were, along with her tattoo needles. She turned on the ceiling light to brighten up the room.
Fey pulled a wash cloth from the sink. and began wiping down the leather seats, following her normal routine. After the seats were nice and clean, she sat herself on the counter, and began cleaning the tattoo needles. The room was silent, since everyone else was probably taking this day off, all but the receptionist. Fey hated quiet days like this.






















