Lionbell wrote:Zin nodded and continued walking before opening a ragged door with rusted bars and graffiti lining the walls the door opened to, the dull red paint on the brick building was visibly chipping away and a owls hoot filled the air as we entered. And sure enough a guy was sitting there with a wild owl on one of the waiting chairs and he instantly looked up before smiling. His name was Horned, at least that's what he said, and owl tattoos scattered his skin. Even his face had realistic feathers as if they grew from his skin. He called over a friend who would be helping him. He was running out of business and could barely afford employees; so he gave both of our tattoos for free. His friend was unnamed but had large realistic bite tattoos on his skin. Horned set me on a table to get a tattoo on my arm and his friend not so gently led you to the table aswell.
Destiny
Destiny padded along side Zin, not sure what to say. She wanted to know the fight between them earlier hadn't already caused a few bruises and dents in whatever form of relationship that was forming, but she didn't want to start another thing up. She examined her surroundings of the old tattoo parlor with curiosity at the red chipped paint and the small hidden skull so intricately designed in detail she wondered why they would let something so delicate go to waste in the forever wind and storm the world was to provide. Entering the ratio parlor with a small ding at the cold rusted door swung open, she sniffed the air to smell ink and sweat. Destiny hadn't known Zin was also to get another tattoo, and had gulped down a lump of awkward silence at the man carried her to his station grumpily. "What'dya want?" He mumbled, his hair spiked up as if a red mountain and piercings decorated his face and she rolled her eyes. She hated the way he looked at her, so pulling her hair up into a sloppy but cute bun she had mastered, told him what she wanted. "A flower, lily, lilac, rose, whatever looks back, and so intricately designed at if you couldn't see the scar on my back." She had a small fear growing in her chest as she didn't want any others to see her scar, but she swallowed it down.
Destiny padded along side Zin, not sure what to say. She wanted to know the fight between them earlier hadn't already caused a few bruises and dents in whatever form of relationship that was forming, but she didn't want to start another thing up. She examined her surroundings of the old tattoo parlor with curiosity at the red chipped paint and the small hidden skull so intricately designed in detail she wondered why they would let something so delicate go to waste in the forever wind and storm the world was to provide. Entering the ratio parlor with a small ding at the cold rusted door swung open, she sniffed the air to smell ink and sweat. Destiny hadn't known Zin was also to get another tattoo, and had gulped down a lump of awkward silence at the man carried her to his station grumpily. "What'dya want?" He mumbled, his hair spiked up as if a red mountain and piercings decorated his face and she rolled her eyes. She hated the way he looked at her, so pulling her hair up into a sloppy but cute bun she had mastered, told him what she wanted. "A flower, lily, lilac, rose, whatever looks back, and so intricately designed at if you couldn't see the scar on my back." She had a small fear growing in her chest as she didn't want any others to see her scar, but she swallowed it down.
