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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 9:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 10:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 2:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 7:23 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 6:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 5:17 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:54 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx» wнere «xx xxxTat Shop xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xxx xxxxxxxxxKenny xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExcited xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜
чσu σnlч h σ l d mє u p líkє t h í s xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'cαusє чσu d σ n ' t knσw whσ í rєαllч α m xxxxxxxxxxxx s σ m є t í m є s í just wαnt tσ k n σ w whαt ít's l í k є tσ вє ч σ u xxxxxxxxx í usєd tσ w α s t є mч t í m є drєαmíng σf вєíng α l í v є xxxxxx nσw í σ n l ч wαstє ít d r є α m í n g σf ч σ u xxx
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spaceJojo couldn't contain her glee as she stepped into the shop, excitement bubbling inside her. She'd been waiting ages for this, pretty much ever since her dad started seeing Lon and the idea of getting a tattoo had occurred to her to begin with. She'd tried to talk her dad into it before, but he'd never agreed to it, saying she could wait until she was legally of age. He still wasn't totally for it, but knew he didn't have any say in the matter anyway. She had a feeling he'd be slightly less okay with it once he saw where exactly she'd gotten it, especially since her boyfriend was the one doing the art, but again, she was seventeen. If she wanted to prance around topless in front of Kenny, she could do that. Not that she was doing any prancing, exactly.
spaceShe chewed her lip, not bothering to stop at the front counter, instead heading straight for the chairs in search of the Slytherin. When she found him, she grinned widely, glad that he wasn't currently busy with anyone. His back was to her as well, and she couldn't resist, so rather than approaching him and tapping him on his shoulder, she transformed into her butterfly form and flitted over, landing squarely on his nose. It wasn't like he'd be confused as to her identity, anyway; he'd already seen her do it once before, since she hadn't been able to resist showing it off the second she'd seen him at Hogsmeade a week ago. And what were the odds another butterfly of the same type would just happen to show up at his place of work? As if. Besides, he should've been expecting her, not necessarily at that exact second, but he knew she was supposed to come by at some point. It wasn't like she'd let anyone else do this for her... Well, maybe Gypsy. But she really wanted it to be Kenny.
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xxx turn σ f f thє l í g h t s αnd turn σ f f thє s h ч n є s s xxxxxx 'cαusє αll σf σur m σ v є s mαkє up fσr thє s í l є n c є xxxxxxxxx αnd σ h , thє w α ч чσur mαkєup s t α í n s mч p í l l σ w c α s є xxxxxxxxxxxx líkє í'll n є v є r вє thє s α m є
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 8:26 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
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Kenny was busy in one of the chairs, doing a sketch. He was currently working on some of his example pieces, and had an entire notebook filled with sketches, but currently one was giving him so many issues that he was about to rip the page out and chuck it into a fire. Then again, he was certain that the arm was never going to look right. He huffed and sat back, glaring at it and thinking that if he glared hard enough, it would spontaneously combust. That would be both relieving and frustrating. While he would have loved the idea of the thing catching fire, he didn't want to have to redo his entire sketchbook. He just turned the page instead, deciding to start from scratch and try again instead of redoing the arm for the ninth time.
Right as he was drawing out the body again, he had to stop suddenly when his vision was obscured by a pair of wings. He sat up a bit, his eyes going crossed as he looked at the familiar butterfly that had settled there. He hadn't even heard her enter. Huh, he must have been too engrossed in the picture. "Hey Jojo. What's up? Umm, I can't exactly talk to you real well in this form." He grinned a bit as he settled back, crossing his arms and deciding to wait for his girlfriend to turn back to a human. She would, he was pretty sure, but he couldn't exactly see to do anything if she was settled on his nose.
════════════════════════Location: All or Nothing Thinking: Random butterfly attack! Taken By: Persephone Tempest OOC: [x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 9:06 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx» wнere «xx xxxTat Shop xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xxx xxxxxxxxxKenny xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExcited xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜
чσu σnlч h σ l d mє u p líkє t h í s xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'cαusє чσu d σ n ' t knσw whσ í rєαllч α m xxxxxxxxxxxx s σ m є t í m є s í just wαnt tσ k n σ w whαt ít's l í k є tσ вє ч σ u xxxxxxxxx í usєd tσ w α s t є mч t í m є drєαmíng σf вєíng α l í v є xxxxxx nσw í σ n l ч wαstє ít d r є α m í n g σf ч σ u xxx
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spaceIf she could have, she might've chuckled at her boyfriend. But, while being a butterfly was awesome for a good many reasons, it wasn't a particularly emotive state. The best she could manage was a playful bat of her wings. After a second, she relented, fluttering away from him long enough to begin the shift back, climbing into his lap the second she was human again. Her arms slid around the back of his neck, and she grinned. "You busy?" she asked, glancing at the sketchbook. "'Cause, if you weren't, I was soooooort of hoping we could talk about my tattoo. And maybe actually do it. But if that has to wait I get it, I dunno how much work you wanna put into a design of whatever. I mean, I trust you enough that honestly you could just wing it." She paused, then dissolved into giggles. "Hah! Wing it!" The Hufflepuff had to lay her head on Kenny's shoulder, snorting a bit at the horrible joke.
spaceWhen the giggle-fit finally died down, she lifted her head again, still grinning. "Sorry. Um. Anyway. Uh, I just. I mean, it's not like I've got some big grand idea for it. Just, like. Butterflies. And where I want it. But other than that you're free to do whatever." She shrugged, then leaned forward and brushed the tip of her nose against his. Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly. She'd already told him where she wanted the tattoo, partially in the hopes that he'd think about it ahead of time and maybe have an idea for what he wanted to do. She'd tried for a bit to design one herself, but she wasn't nearly the artist he was, and anyway, she liked the idea of having some of his original art inked on her, forever. Which was probably cheesy and stupid, which was why she wasn't saying it out loud, but that didn't stop her from thinking it.
spaceShe pressed her lips against his for a second, hands sliding down to his chest. Maybe she shouldn't have been acting so... affectionately, with him, in this particular setting, but it wasn't like Emmet or Gypsy were particularly professional, either. Alex, she didn't know. She doubted she was going to get in trouble, in any case, unless by some strange twist of fate one of their dads happened to walk in. Her newfound confidence would probably raise a lot of suspicions, to be honest. But, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she wasn't afraid, at least not of this. She still wasn't entirely certain that it was going to be a forever thing, but that was the case with any relationship, not just hers. And she had to admit, she had sort of run out of things to obsessively worry about. Kenny had knocked them all down, and now... She'd figured a lot out, the last few months. And felt better for it. Finally. She was still a mess, but, it seemed less like a trash heap and more like a child's bedroom nowadays. She could manage that.
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xxx turn σ f f thє l í g h t s αnd turn σ f f thє s h ч n є s s xxxxxx 'cαusє αll σf σur m σ v є s mαkє up fσr thє s í l є n c є xxxxxxxxx αnd σ h , thє w α ч чσur mαkєup s t α í n s mч p í l l σ w c α s є xxxxxxxxxxxx líkє í'll n є v є r вє thє s α m є
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 11:43 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
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Kenny watched with some amusement as Jojo flapped her wings and then transformed back into herself, and then climbed into his lap. Well, he couldn't say that was unexpected. Jojo had been rather forward since her birthday, and he was pretty sure it was more from being confident about herself than anything else. Which, Kenny reasoned that she really needed. When she asked if he was busy, he shook his head in the negative, about to add a 'Not really' to the mix, but she already beat him to the point, and explained that she was here about the tattoo. The one, if he recalled, she wanted him to do for her. When she joked about winging it, he almost bit back a groan at the bad pun, but managed not to, instead deciding to stick his tongue out instead as she brushed her nose with his. "Oh lord, you had to throw the pun in. But no, I'm not busy. I might have to do a sketch first to make sure I'm not going to mess it up, but that's pretty simple to do. Where'd you want it again?"
He didn't get much of a chance to say anything else, as Jojo had taken that chance to kiss him. Which, honestly, that was quite distracting. However, he didn't say anything else, instead picking up his pencil and pad again, tapping the paper with the end of the pencil and trying not to think about the fact that Jojo was in his lap. Instead he chewed on his lip a bit as he considered the options that he had. "Also, um, as far design, you want to have numerous butterflies or just one, and stationary or in flight?" He He could definitely do either poses, he just needed to know which Jojo would prefer, and the number was really more of a personal preference than anything else. While yes, she was giving him carte-blanche to do what he wanted, he still figured she might actually want a say in what went on her body.
════════════════════════Location: All or Nothing Thinking: Random butterfly attack! Taken By: Persephone Tempest OOC: [x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 7:10 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx» wнere «xx xxxTat Shop xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xxx xxxxxxxxxKenny xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExcited xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜
чσu σnlч h σ l d mє u p líkє t h í s xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'cαusє чσu d σ n ' t knσw whσ í rєαllч α m xxxxxxxxxxxx s σ m є t í m є s í just wαnt tσ k n σ w whαt ít's l í k є tσ вє ч σ u xxxxxxxxx í usєd tσ w α s t є mч t í m є drєαmíng σf вєíng α l í v є xxxxxx nσw í σ n l ч wαstє ít d r є α m í n g σf ч σ u xxx
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spaceJojo gave him a little pout when he complained about the pun, unable to make the expression meet her eyes, which were dancing playfully. "It was an accident!" she insisted, a finger crossing an 'x' over her heart as if to show her sincerity. "And, it wasn't that bad," she pointed out, giggling again. His question about where she wanted the tattoo was met with another pout, this one slightly more genuine, because she'd like to've thought he'd remember that particular location. The finger that had crossed her heart moved, sliding along her ribs, tracing against the curve of one breast. "Here," she said softly, blushing faintly and chewing her lip.
spaceShe was almost disappointed when, after the kiss, he was all business, grabbing the sketchbook. But, it would be sort of counter-productive to hope she was being distracting at the moment, so she let it go. Though, if he didn't react at all when they were in the private room for the actual tattooing, she might start to worry. He couldn't be bored with her already, right? It'd just been the one time. Unless she'd been awful, which she had to admit, she had no way of knowing. It wasn't like she had anything to compare it to. But, he didn't either, right? She shoved the thought away. Maybe he was just... very good at maintaining his professionalism. She'd have liked a little more of a struggle, but his being focused on his job wasn't exactly something she should be bothered by at the moment. She remembered how his hands had shook that night, and reasoned she didn't want that, not at all, so this was for the best. Even if it made her insides squirm and filled her with paranoia. Completely irrational, unfounded paranoia. Right?
spaceShe considered his questions, still chewing her lip, and shifted slightly to a more comfortable position. "I was thinking, um. More than one, in flight? Following along, um. Under, you know. And, uh. I want it to be colorful! Maybe... You know, like, those tattoos that sort of... look like they're watercolor paintings? I always thought, those are so pretty. I, um. I tried to sort of draw something for you, but, I couldn't get it right, so I figured you'd be better to do it." Her blush deepened. She felt like she'd gone from 'you can do whatever' to something very specific, which she hadn't intended to do at all. But... there wasn't anything wrong with it being just as much her idea as his. It was her tattoo, after all, and he was still the one actually doing it. She couldn't have ever drawn or painted anything close to the ideas she'd had in mind. And she'd had a lot of them. The one she was trying to describe for him was just the one that sounded most appealing at this exact moment. For some reason, the idea of the color had just... popped for her. Bright. Cheerful. Like she tried to be. And was, normally, at least these days. Playful. And... admittedly, it would basically be for his eyes only, since the only way it'd be visible to anyone else was in a bikini, and she didn't make a habit of wearing them. Later she might get more, ones that were more visible, but this one was something sacred to her, and she didn't want to share it with anyone but him.
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xxx turn σ f f thє l í g h t s αnd turn σ f f thє s h ч n є s s xxxxxx 'cαusє αll σf σur m σ v є s mαkє up fσr thє s í l є n c є xxxxxxxxx αnd σ h , thє w α ч чσur mαkєup s t α í n s mч p í l l σ w c α s є xxxxxxxxxxxx líkє í'll n є v є r вє thє s α m є
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 8:23 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
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Kenny grinned at Jojo admonishing him, and then had to rub the back of his head when she looked a bit hurt as he asked about the location. It wasn't quite his fault, as he might have gotten distracted by the location itself. However, he knew that Jojo really wanted it, and he wasn't going to disappoint her. He just hoped it didn't distract him while he was applying the tattoo itself. "Okay, good to know. Means we're going to need a private room. Thankfully they're open right now." There was also the fact that if he got distracted, no one was going to notice. Which made it a lot less awkward in the long run when it came to certain people in the shop. Emmett came to mind, as did Gypsy. Bot for completely opposite reasons, of course. Emmett he was sure was going to torment him for ages if he noticed, and Gypsy was sure to give him a lecture about it. After all, he was Jer's younger brother, and he was certain that if nothing else, it might get back to his da at some point. He just didn't want a lecture on three points.
When she described the tattoo she wanted, he nodded, listening carefully before he picked up his pad again and a pencil. "Okay, hold on, lemme scetch that out real fast, and I can let you see it after. Just, umm, hold on." He scooted closer to the area he was using to sketch and bit his lip, trying not to move Jojo as much as he could. He actually didn't mind her in his lap, he was just trying to get at an angle that he could actually draw this idea out better than he was currently. He worked quickly, taking in mind the curve she was talking about as well as the butterflies in flight, and he even decided to include her own animagus form into the design. Granted, it would take a bit of work, but he figured for the effect she was going for, he could possibly make it work. When he was done with the rough sketch, he showed it to her and gave her a small smile. "Something like this, right? I don't have any coloured pencils or something to colour it in real fast, but I think this is the basic design that you're wanting, right? I can probably add the colours in while I'm tattooing."
════════════════════════Location: All or Nothing Thinking: Random butterfly attack! Taken By: Persephone Tempest OOC: [x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 9:11 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx» wнere «xx xxxTat Shop xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xxx xxxxxxxxxKenny xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExcited xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜
чσu σnlч h σ l d mє u p líkє t h í s xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'cαusє чσu d σ n ' t knσw whσ í rєαllч α m xxxxxxxxxxxx s σ m є t í m є s í just wαnt tσ k n σ w whαt ít's l í k є tσ вє ч σ u xxxxxxxxx í usєd tσ w α s t є mч t í m є drєαmíng σf вєíng α l í v є xxxxxx nσw í σ n l ч wαstє ít d r є α m í n g σf ч σ u xxx
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spaceJojo chewed her lip at the mention of needing a private room, cheeks darkening. "Uh, yeah," she said, tone far more casual than she felt. "I mean, I'd really rather not worry about some creep ogling me while you work, thanks." Plus, she had to worry about what would happen to said hypothetical creep for doing so. There were some ways in which Kenny was... very similar to Jer. She wasn't entirely sure if the overprotectiveness and obsession with knives were among them, and was even less sure if she wanted to find out. On the one hand, it'd be flattering. On the other hand, she knew from Gypsy how exasperating it could get at times. Anyway, she didn't really... see that in Kenny. He was a sweetheart, she didn't really think he had it in him. It wasn't like she thought he'd be cool with some arsehole giving her the eye, not while she was topless, anyway, but she doubted very highly if he was going to threaten someone with a knife over it.
spaceThe Hufflepuff tried to adjust her position to give him as much room to work as possible, well aware that her being in his lap was not particularly conducive to the process of drawing, but not wanting to move. Where would she go, anyway? Standing awkwardly next to him while he worked? Sit in another chair? ... Well, she supposed she could've done that. But she didn't want to. She tried very hard not to watch over his shoulder as he sketched, but it was difficult. It was her tattoo, after all, or it would be, and she was nosy. She chewed her lip, eventually giving up because, hey, it wasn't like she had anything better to look at (except him, but staring at him while he worked seemed creepier than watching him sketch). When he held up the drawing, she cooed, nodding enthusiastically. "Oooh, yes!" She threw her arms around him and kissed him, filled with a sudden rush of excitement. Seeing the design in black and white made it more real to her. It'd just been a thought before, an idea, but now it was out in the universe and it existed and was real. "So, um, can you do it now? Or do you have an appointment you need to be available for?" Mentally, she facepalmed. He'd said the private rooms were free now, that implied he had time now for the whole thing, not just the sketch. "Sorry, dumb question. Uuuh, those rooms do lock, right?" That, she knew, was also something of a stupid question. But she wanted to ask anyway. There were little signs on them that could be switch on and off to let the other people inside the shop know if it was occupied or not, which might've made the need for locks seem unnecessary. Though, Jojo liked to think that Gypsy would've been smart enough to put actual locks on them, considering... Well, Emmet.
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xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 8:13 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
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Kenny was only caught a bit off guard when Jojo kissed him after he showed her the sketch, and the raven-haired teen actually grinned as she approved of the sketch. Now for the fun part, actually applying said tattoo. Granted, the pain wasn't as bad as a bludger to the chest, or getting your arm dislocated from slamming into a wall, but it was prolonged, and that tended to make it hurt worse. When she asked, and then amended, if they could do it now, he nodded, picking her up by the waist and putting her on her feet again before kissing her. "Normally I think we do? There's no one in them right now though. Lemme just go ahead and get my supplies real fast and I'll be in in a moment." He pointed out one of the doors that was open, and started gathering his gloves, a few sets of needles, and a few other supplies. When he rejoined Jojo, he just hoped that he was right and they didn't strictly need an appointment for the private rooms.
He gestured inside, coming in himself and starting to set up for the tattoo. Yes, he might be a tad nervous, but it wasn't from lack of experience. He'd been doing tattoos for a year now, this was more a case of screwing up on his girlfriend's tattoo. At least she hadn't asked for any names to be put into the tattoo. That was usually the worst idea he'd ever thought of. Then again, he'd met people insistent on getting tattoos with other people's names, so he usually still did them despite not liking the idea of someone putting something so permanent into their skin. He closed the door and locked it. "Okay, um, why don't you, uh, take off your shirt and uh, get comfortable while I set up?" He busied himself with his machine, testing it real fast before he snapped on some gloves and got the inks, needles, and machine ready. He then took a deep breath as he got ready to outline the design before starting. "Well, ready when you are."
════════════════════════Location: All or Nothing Thinking: Random butterfly attack! Taken By: Persephone Tempest OOC: [x]
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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