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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 13:15:02 GMT -5
Eyes scanned those around the mall as Zoey strutted her short figure trough the food court without shame.
She brushed multicolored hair from her face as she hummed to herself, stopping by Victoria Secret to say hello to her brother and give him a hug. After that was done, she checked the wallet in her purse. Here went nothing.
Zoey had come with the plans of getting a tattoo, despite only being a little under seventeen. Without parental consent.
She wandered into Deep Roots and headed to the counter, beginning to argue with the tattoo artist there about the angel wings she wanted down her back.
"C'mon..I have a hundred seventy dollars extra if you do it for me.." She begged.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 13:45:04 GMT -5
I wander around in the tattoo shop, my light brown eyes scanning the drawings of different designs that lined the walls. I had my family crest on my chest, which could be seen by my V neck grey shirt I was wearing. I had a lion with a staff on wrapping around my side, and I was thinking about another, though I wasn't exactly sure what. I glance over at the commotion in the front, watching a teen girl with big hair attempting to bribe Dan into giving her a tattoo. A chuckle softly, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my ripped black jeans and head over. "A girl giving you trouble, Dan?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. He huffs, shaking his head. "Well, you must be giving her trouble. C'mon, let's get you away from this prick." I say, slinging my arm over her shoulders and steering her out of the shop.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 13:55:57 GMT -5
Zoey sneered up at the taller male as he approached and put his arm around her, leading her from the shop. "What do you care?" She scoffed, trying to shove at him with her petite figure. "You're probably a player like the rest if them, hm?" She danced around him back towards the tattoo shop, a flirty smile passing her lips. "Get me my tattoo and maybe I'll give tou the time of day." She grinned, stopping in front of the shop and crossing her arms, pouting up at the male whom she literally knew nothing about at all. "Please?" She could play the game too.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 14:23:28 GMT -5
She sneered up at me. Ah, she was playing hard to get. I could get at that, too. "No." I reply, rolling my light brown eyes. I had never personally called myself a player, but other people had- but what did they know? I escapes my arm and goes back towards the tattoo shop and I turn to watch her. She was an odd one, and not just for her hair. "Oh, really? I'm not your parent." I snap, shaking my head though I do follow her back towards the entrance. "How about we talk about it over lunch?" I counter, smiling at her pleasantly. "I'm Nathan, or Nate." I add, looking over her shoulder to where Dan was making a shooing motion at me.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 14:37:16 GMT -5
Zoey groaned in frustration. "Fine," She mumbled. "But lunch means nothing." She played with the backs of her dimple piercings with her tongue, bouncing ahead of him to the food court. He was attractive, she'd give him that. But he was also a guy and well..she didn't take to them easily anymore unless it was for something shewanted. Excluding sex.
She swallowed nervously at the thought, slowing her stride for him as she finally neared the food court.
Runnin a hand through her hair, she tilted her head and studied him curiously.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 14:59:07 GMT -5
"Fine." I reply, shrugging my shoulders as if I didn't care. I knew she'd come around eventually. "So do you have a name, or no?" I ask, glancing over at her as we walked through the mall in the direction of the food court. I'd introduced myself, now it was her turn. Especially if she wanted me to get her that tattoo. I stop as we finally reach the food court, looking over at her. "Where do you want to eat?" I ask, looking around. I wasn't really hungry, but I had to keep up the appearance that this was just a coincidence, not that I actually wanted to be in her company. I did, though I didn't want to show her that. I wanted to keep my cards close to my chest.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 15:05:30 GMT -5
Zoey blinked. Oops. "Oh, right. It's Zoey." She offered a bit friendlier, less sarcastic smile, but shrugged at he question. She honestly wasn't all that hungry. "I just want fries from McDonald's," She murmured after searching out an empty table. Hopefully it would stay that way. She got in line and boght herself some fries, waiting patiently for whatever he decided to get and then heading to the empty table and sitting down.
She popped a fry into her mouth, chewing slowly and watching him.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 15:36:41 GMT -5
I nod slightly as she finally tells me that her name is Zoey. She looked like a Zoey. I nod and start over towards Taco Bell, getting into the almost non existant line to order two tacos and a Mountain Dew. I stand off to the side for a couple minutes before finally taking my food and drink and turning around. I glance around for Zoey before finally finding her and heading over. I sit down across from her, unwrapping one of my soft tacos to take a bite. I take a sip of my Mountain Dew, wanting my younger female companion to initiate the conversation. i wasn't going to be the only one speaking, and I wasn't going to get sarcastic replies, either.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 15:44:11 GMT -5
Zoey carefully at a few more fries, not wanting to talk. She didn't like letting anyone see inside of her messy life. She didn't think it was all that interesting anyway. But she did want that tattoo.. It was actually meaningful to her even if it didn't seem so.
"So.." She started awkwardly, not sure what to say. She eyed him a moment, biting at a lip ring. "You mind me asking what your tattoos are of..?"
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 15:50:48 GMT -5
Soon I finish my first taco, taking a sip of my soda as I look at the second one. I lift my light brown eyes to her face as Zoey started awkwardly with a 'so'. I raise my eyebrows questioningly to urge her to go on, a genuine grin coming over my face. "Nah." I reply, shaking my head. I didn't mind showing off my lean stomach to her, either. "Its mostly family stuff, my family crest and such." I go on, pulling down the neck of my shirt to show her. I glance around to ensure that there weren't too many people around before standing up slightly and showing her the lion on my side. I plop back down, unwrapping my second taco. "What were you thinking of getting?" I ask, looking at Zoey as I spoke.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 15:57:49 GMT -5
Zoey didn't mind eye candy at all. She tried to keep herfocus only on the tattoos, nodding. "Family's important," She murmured, somewhat to herself.
"I ah..want a back piece. Wings.. And my father's name." She glanced at the table. "He's been MIA for several months now..." He guard slipped, weakness made its way into her eyes, fear and sorrow. She just looked away to try and hide it until she could put the Queen Bitch mask back up, again trying to play hard to get and uninterested. "But 'm sixteen and a half and I doubt my mom would agree...she's gone working most the time right now. So I figured I'd try to find someone to do it."
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 16:10:30 GMT -5
"It is, especially to me." I reply, nodding. I could be a shallow ass sometimes, but family always came first to me. Most people didn't believe it, but people why really knew me did. I nod slightly, taking another bite of my taco before looking up at Zoey as she spoke. My face softened slightly as she went ona bout how her father had been MIA. I knew that had to be hard for her, though I'd enver gone through anything like that myself. I sip at my soda thoughtfully. "His name sounds like a good idea, though maybe you should wait for the wings. Those are more serious, you might regret it later or want to put something else there in a couple years, but your father will always be important to you." I finally reply. Some of my friends had done that, but I had yet to regret any of mine.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 16:16:12 GMT -5
"I won't regret it.." She murmured, something off in her voice. Only her and Tony knew she'd lost her virginity to rape, that Jason had hurt her, broke her heart, broke her walls, sent her down the wrong path. She was a sweetheart down deep. But Jason had stripped her of her wings. Ripped them away and left er to die in the bushes. She lost a lot of self pride. She began prostituting, which even Tony didn't know about.
A pair of wings meant a lot, a way to hang onto what little old self she was trying to hide. But she wouldn't explain that to a steanger. She couldn't explain it to her own mother. And well, daddy wasn't there to understand now was he? Though she refused to believe he was dead.
"It's-...it's really important to me.."
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 16:27:05 GMT -5
I shrug my shoulders slightly. It wasn't any of my business, now was it? No. We lapse into silence, which I take to finish the rest of my second taco. I fidget with the collar of my shirt, looking at the gray ink on my chest. I take a sip of my Mountain Dew, looking back up at Zoey. "I should be able to sign off on it, we'll see. Dan's my friend, though he's a bit strict about it." I say, shrugging my shoulders slightly. I shake my cup around, the ice swishing around. "He did mine." I add, my light brown eyes glancing around the food court as more people slowly came in as the lunch rush started.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 16:44:08 GMT -5
Zoey dippd a fry carefully in ketchup and brough it to pierced lips, eating a few more before using a napkin to wipe the grease from her fingers. She had a lot of facial piercings, but wasn't one to wear them all. Today she had snakebites and dimples in, though there was a septum, a nose ring, eyebrows, tongue..
She tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear, looking up when he spoke. "I'd be grateful if you managed.." She admitted, hesitant about actually being nice to a guy for once. "I understand if not though, I'll just have to go somewhere else to find someone who will do it." Either way it was clear she was determined to get it done.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced at a text from her brother, replying and slipping the cell back into the pocket of her grey skinny jeans before fixing her black top and adjusting her necklace. She easily lookedyounger at a first glance when consiering her small stature.
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