Who: Joanie and Aiden What: Aiden heads into the local piercing and tattoo parlor, where Joanie's working solo. Where: Hot Wire When: Wednesday, around midday. Warnings: Possible cursing and vehement denial of Fables Plot Day.
It had not been a good week once that insane day was over. He'd woken up sometime around 4:30 in the morning after the day's business with a searing headache, one completely destroyed kitchen chair, and a now-useless knife. Since then, he'd learned more than he'd ever expected and was forced to realize that the memories he had of that day weren't just a hallucination or a ridiculous dream. No, he remembered being in that apartment, seeing what he saw, recognizing that man on a level so base and instinctual it was frightening.
But it hadn't been all bad. Because now he knew exactly who he was looking for - by face, anyway - and where he lived. The temptation to rush up there and start stabbing was almost powerful enough to overtake him completely, but he managed to stop himself. Somehow.
The next few days were spent cleaning, getting a new chair, and, of course, working. Around noon on Wednesday though, he figured he'd spent enough time inside brooding and headed out to get lunch. Afterward, he took a different route back to the building, and stopped just outside the only-slightly-suspicious looking tattoo and piercing parlor that was on the way. The last time he'd gotten a tattoo was almost ten years ago. Tessa had insisted he celebrate his eighteenth birthday properly, and all but dragged him to the nearest available parlor.
Jaw tightening at the memory, Aiden pushed open the door and headed inside. It didn't seem very crowded. Or even inhabited.