Halcyon Halls

Who:  Sydni and Danny
What:  Tattoo!
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoos
When:  Sunday Evening

Sydni was tired.  Physically exhausted.  She'd been sleeping a great deal of the weekend, between pain meds and the simple fact that her body needed to heal.  And now she was going to go batter it a bit more.  Of course, this time, it was by choice, and not a freak accident.  Ok, so maybe it wasn't such a freak accident, but it hadn't been expected.

Had she not been so exhausted, she probably would have been a great deal more excited, and nervous.  She'd been looking forward to getting this tattoo since her father had proposed it a while back, and she was indeed excited, but the excitement was tempered by fatigue.  And while she had a rather spectacular tattoo on her back, she was more nervous for this one.  Sydni was terrified of needles - to the point of hyperventilating, and even becoming hysterical.  Her mother was diabetic, and Sydni couldn't stand to see the syringes, even if she'd been around them all her life.  Her mother thought it was because Sydni had had poor veins her whole life, and any blood tests had been quite the ordeal.  Sydni tended to agree.  When having blood drawn took 3 or 4 sticks, and even some digging around, it was traumatic.  Especially to a kid.  She'd never outgrown either her fear of needles, or her small veins.  In any case, since the tattoo would be where she could see it, she was nervous that the needles would bother her this time.  Her stubbornness and determination would be sorely tested against her fear on this one.

After being told where to go by the woman at the front desk, Sydni made her way to Danny's work area.  She was excited to meet him.  It was cool that she could meet a friend of Charlie's, even if it was unfortunate that he had been sired by the same evil bitch as Charlie.  Granted, this wasn't really a social call, but sitting in a chair for that long would be awkward without some conversation, even if Sydni wouldn't be the one to start it.

Sydni had dressed for the occasion by wearing a spaghetti strap tank top, with a short-sleeved button up pulled over it.  For her pentacle tattoo, she had been freezing, and didn't want to do the same this time.  She also remembered to wear dark clothes of which she wasn't too fond.  Last time, her favorite bra had been ruined by the extra ink.  Even though it was warm outside, she had worn long pants, since she figured the studio would be air conditioned.  If not, she'd be a bit warm.  Oh well.

Reaching Danny's work area, she spotted who she assumed was him, and said softly, "Hey, um, I have an appointment."  She was doubly nervous now - introductions always made her heart race, and she was nervous about the needles.  She probably looked a bit pale, in addition to heart racing.  Not a good sign for someone about to get some ink.

Who: Danny and Nat
Where: Hallways somewhere
When: Just after Classes

Danny was adjusting pretty well to being a vampire. Well, okay, probably only because he was refusing to ask himself those important questions, but still. His friend Charlie seemed to be doing a good job of that lately, and while his friends were free to walk down that road, Danny was steering clear of it for the time being. He preferred to view his newfound race as an extension on life instead of the damnation it would probably end up proving to be. Hey man, denial ain't just a river! And if that fell through, he could always fall back on the fact that he was probably going to hell anyway. Anger, Lust, Wrath, Pride...you name it.

Even Sloth was becoming predominant in Danny's life lately. What had he been doing since he got here? He saw Charlie a few times, but that's about it. Changing his sleep schedule and getting a job that required him to find the box where his needles had been shoved into seemed to take a lot out of the guy. And vampirism was one thing, but school...really? School. Life had a way of being ironic, he never wanted to be in class and look where that got him!

Not that taking classes were an entirely bad thing. Most of his were art related, and that was a-okay with him. He had just got out of his drawing class, pencils and sketchbook in hand when he rounded a corner and found some girl mumbling to herself and picking up a few books. It's not like Danny was in a rush, so he kneeled over and began to help her pick up what she dropped. "Dream Interpretation eh? So dreams of sunlight must mean I'm about to meet a pretty girl." he said, a big cheesy grin floating on his face as he winked at her. Danny was incapable of being serious in most cases, this was certainly one of them.