Halcyon Halls

Who: Ada and Jake
What: Adventures in piercing
Where: the shop, of course
When: Friday night, fairly late

Fridays were supposed to be exciting. At least, that was Ada's opinion. So why was it that yet again, she found herself scrambling for something to do in order to pass the time? After flipping channels, poking around online. avoiding phone calls from Douchebag Ian and having a low-key argument over whether or not the band needed a new album right away with her manager, Ada decided it was time to go do something. A club in town she'd never played at was advertising an open mic night, so she slung her gig back over her shoulder with her well-worn acoustic in it and made her way into town.

She played two songs for the small crowd of mostly musicians that had gathered, listened to some of the other local talent, had a beer or two, and then started toward the door. Another bust of a friday night. She was obviously spoiled with excitement by the two weeks on the road, and being stuck here was cramping her style again. She figured she'd just catch a cab home. Being in the city late like this almost guaranteed she'd run into temptation in the form of drugs, and damn it if she wasn't going to do her best to stay clean for good this time. She'd managed so far. It still wasn't easy, especially on the island where excitement was hard to come by unless you wanted to get a little too wild.

She sighed, readjusted the guitar case on her shoulder, and strolled down the street. She was about to walk right past Gunsmoke to hail a cab when she hesitated just a bit, suddenly feeling an impulse to do something at least a little crazy, but that wouldn't hurt... at least for long.

Her hair was down around her shoulders, the tank top she wore had a scoop back that bared the top of her newest ink, the jaguar spots that trailed their way up her spine. A bandana tied around her wrist partially obscured the words tattooed there, and the shoulder of the black tank covered the middle portion of the guitar inked just below her collarbone. As she walked into the shop, she certainly looked like a body art rookie compared to some of the others, but she wasn't interested tonight in expanding her still small collection of ink. She was currently satisfied as far as tattoos went. But, she thought as she scanned the body jewelry in a glass case, she'd never had anything pierced except her earlobes, just the one hole in each, at that. Boring? Why yes, maybe a little. But what to get... she shifted the guitar's weight again, brushing her long hair to the side and over one shoulder to keep it from being stuck beneath the strap of the case.

Who: Errona and Jake
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo
When: just before noon
What: Errona's curious and wants a better ear piercing. Amongst other things. (like a new watch. what were you thinking?)

Now this was what the weather ought to be like. It was warmer and getting a little muggy. Nothing like she'd grown up with. The sweltering heat and moisture in the air, it made you want to run wild after the sun set. That was how life ought to be lived. But here wasn't nearly so bad. This was just a precursor to the real heat waves in Louisiana. Although the sky was dark, she was confident it would rain out and give them sunshine before the daylight was out.

Complaining, she certainly wasn't. Her pin straight hair had remained so, but for a slight waviness taking it over. She was pleased to turn a few heads through the school. When out of her teacher's garb, she could easily pass for a student she thought (if not one just out of high school. Maybe a graduate student). Perhaps it was her complicated rockabilly 'do, which she didn't really understand. Errona had been alive and gone out when those hairstyles were actually popular. A little wave in the front pinned back to a complicated wave of hair sweeping it around over one shoulder. It was flourished with a gorgeous costume pin with a wheel of silver points sprouting thin, black feathers.

Her dress was also 'vintage' and white and black. A sailor's collar modestly cut for her brassiege with the back a half foot lower. The black struck down in an angle from the right strap to skirt across her left thigh. Slit up the back cut enough to let her considerable legs move freely enough to walk, but low enough to retain her Lady-like modesty. The white and black shoes, gloves, and purse might have been a bit much for most, but in the 40's and 50's, men would trip over themselves and ask if she were a movie star.

She certainly turned heads when she walked into Gun Smoke Tattoos, sailing past some surly looking children covered in brightly colored drawings with silver dotting their flesh. Leecee walked past them like she was a movie star, even stopping to allow someone to hold the door open for her. With a flourish and a confident step, for the second time, she entered and stopped in the center of the room, holding her purse between her waist and elbow while she removed her gloves daintily. "Excuse me, is Jake available?" To someone who looked like they were slightly less surly and, therefore, working. She winked at a girl staring at her hair. No one said she couldn't have herself a great time for no reason at all. It couldn't be the weather, but she was in a fabulous mood!

When: Evening - After her last class
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoos
Who: Kat and Jake

Kat couldn't decide if she was looking forward to or dreading her first day of "work." Part of her was stoked because it was a paying gig but the other was worried about possibly spilling blood on the floor if she ended up beating her half-brother for being a prick. That jackass, who she has never met but still, had absolutely no right to be angry at her for anything. Wes was the fucktard that cheated on his woman and knocked up Sky, Kat was just the end result. Besides, Kat had more than paid her dues while River got to grow up in a family type environment so he needed to just get the hell over himself stat. Unless of course he was looking for a beat down from big sis. Ew, that just sounded so wrong.

When her classes were finally over, she dropped her shit in her room, got changed and headed on down to the tattoo parlor. Since it was her first day and all, she decided to try to look a little nice but some pin stripped pants and a clean shirt were about as far as she was going with that. Sorry Clove, no naughty secretary look tonight. Besides, it was a fucking tattoo shop, how nice did she have to look? Exactly. Though maybe if business ever went down she'd consider rocking some cleavage and a short skirt but even that was pushing it.

Once she arrived, she wasted no time walking right on in and taking over the front desk. A bright smile and a one finger salute was sent Wes' way when he popped his head out but then it was down to business. Messy bastards. First thing she did was organize all of the random shit that was everywhere. Next thing she did was actually go through the phone messages and put that shit down in the appointment book, though reading some of the chicken scratch on random napkins and coasters slowed her down a bit. How hard was it to use a notepad or something? Christ.

Deciding that a little caffeinated refreshment was in order, she wandered off to grab a soda only to come back to someone hovering around her desk. "Touch anything and I'll break your hand." Translation: Welcome! What can I help you with today?