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Iodine Violet's Biography
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down ‘happy’.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

John Lennon



Iodine was an anomaly.

Her blood in small quantites, was euphoric and temporary strength.
In large quantities, it killed.
Her touch burned the weak while the strong found it mildly uncomfortable.
And yet, they allowed her to live whenever she walked among them.
No matter how many she indirectly killed in her quest for immortality.

Too weird to live, too rare to die? Possibly.
Maybe she's just a test subject in their secret society.

She doesn't mind though.. as long as it's their bodies left in her wake.
She's got too much living to do to worry about it.
But her family worries about it.
And they're keeping a close eye on their walking, talking bottle of Holy Water.

"And at the same time.. my own block hold a nine.. And a bullet with my name in case I go against the grain."


TL:DR - Thrill Junkie that kills vampires. Sorta not on purpose. FWIW (for the vampires out there) - Iodine almost always has black latex gloves on for work. 99.99% Hypoallergenic. No bunnies here.
I really just want to write.
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The Black Rose~The Crossroads - Entrance~
Created by River Song
07/25/18
W_Kat 08/30/18 "Then you need to kill it! I'm not getting that stuff stuck in my teeth. Eww..eating hair...Ewwww "
W_Kat 08/30/18 "It could happen. Creepy, right?!"
W_Kat 08/30/18 "Are the animals possessed?!" *shivers at the thought*
W_Kat 08/30/18 "Well you did something. You're all over the news!"
W_Kat 08/30/18 Congrats on PotD!
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *blinks*
Ah need tae stop drinking so much... *mutters*
*maybe his liver was finally giving up on him*
Good luck!
*a bit concerned...how would he know if she made it or not...*
*floats away a bit..and waits. and listens*
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *chuckles* Thank ye,invisible lass. Ye have good scratchin' nails fer bein invisible.
*ponders a moment*..dinnae ken. Same thing ah wid do if ye were fully clothed.
Be a perfect gentleman of course.
*more like imagine many inappropriate things*
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *must actually being going crazy* Yea...
*long
awkward
pause.*
Soo.....Ye enjoying invisibility...in the ocean?
*tacks on* Are ye nakid tae?
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *At least the last time he was drugged the other person was visible*
*But at least this time he wasn't accidentally married to that person*
*double checks ring finger* Phew.
*very confused by the invisible touching though* Ah dinnae ken whit ye think yer doing' but could ye scratch meh lower back? It's affy itchy.
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *hear's a familiar voice*
*hella confused*
*groans* Not again... *thinks he's been drugged*
Summer 08/25/18 “I mean, I’ll tell you the story. But it’s not gonna be a pity party. It’s just...whatever. I’ve made my peace with it. I mean, kinda. But like, it isn’t slowing me down in my life at this point.” She looks at the cigarette, watching the glowing cherry inch toward the filter. She doesn’t take a drag. Her other fingers fiddle with the skinny stir stick in her ****tail. “I mean, we all were vampires. We were sold by our parents to pay off drug debts. My two brothers and my two sisters and I. We all went separately, except for my sisters. I think they went together. I went alone. I thought I was being sent for a drop off or some sh-t. So I actually walked in willingly. What a dumb@ss, like seriously. Anyway. These two German brothers were the ringleaders or some sh-t. They were vampires, unbeknownst to any of us. I have no idea if our parents knew. Doubt they cared either way.” Tossing the straw to the table, she took a healthy gulp from her drink. The ghosts of her past were behind her, but they still lurked. Being tossed out by the people who should love and protect you unconditionally wasn’t something someone just shook off. No matter how jaded.

“I was taken to their uncle because I am blond. Aryan and all that sh-t, I guess he had a thing for blonds or something equally vomit-inducing. He kept me in a section of a mansion, sequestered. Promising me that if I behaved, my sisters would be let free. Spoiler alert- that was also a crock of sh-t. A risk worth taking in my opinion. Anyway. Things progressed in all the f-cked up ways one can imagine. I fought back one day and he got a little zealous with the bites, turning me. Oh god, Iodine, I was so f-cking pissed.” Running her tongue across her teeth, she gave Iodine a glance and a wide smile, a little nod that this was just a story re-telling, that she wasn’t going to fall down the rabbit hole and become a sobbing mess. She wasn’t that kind of drunk. “I was left up there in my private suite, brought some people up to feed on. Not kill, just drink. Usually, they were goth kids or other weirdos who wanted in with vampires. One became a regular, she became my friend. I was still new to my...vampireness and things got out of hand. She died.” Summer said the last two words in a sing-song voice like it was completely normal to kill the only friend a person has in the world. Her eyes kind of glazed over, indicating perhaps there was a piece in her past she hadn’t quite shaken yet.

She let out a long sigh as if she were annoyed with herself. “Jesus, get on with it Summer. Okay- condensed version: so I overheard the brothers talking. They were talking about my sisters. Knowing I’d been lied to the entire time, that my baby sisters were being kept somewhere by those as-holes pushed me over the edge. My untethered abilities allowed me to break out. I stole a car down in the garage and drove...where I don’t even recall. I was taken at around 17 years old. I never learned how to drive. So here is my dumb ass, speeding away from my captors and off to save my sisters. Not knowing how to drive. I lose control, the car careens off the side of the road and into a thicket of trees.” She leans to the edge of her seat, eyes lit up and animated. “My luck being the utter ****e that it is, a f-cking branch, a branch Iodine, crashes through the windshield and gets me right in the ticker!” She jabs at her chest with her thumb, cigarette dropping ash all down her tank top. “Killed me dead. So my tenure as a vampire wasn’t that great. Or that long-lived, out of captivity.” Laughing, she grabs her drink and takes another long gulp. “Can you believe that sh-t? Like, what the f-ck, man?” There were, of course, many details left out for brevity. “I don’t have anything against being a vampire. I didn’t like it because it was forced on me, like so many other things. I was so resentful, I didn’t enjoy any aspect of it. Granted, being locked up like a f-cking doll for a creeper didn’t really give me the chance to have fun with it, you know?” Summer bit the inside of her cheek to silence herself. Smooshing the cigarette into the ashtray, Summer furrowed her brow, grossed out that she’d smoked. She’d have more before the night was over, that was no doubt. “Of course what is said here, stays here. My sh-ts not really a secret though, I guess. But like...I don’t tell most people. Mostly because it is just...so supremely f-cked up, you know? Ugh. I’d rather people just keep thinking I’m Summer the Stoner and go about their business.”

Stretching her arms over her head, she gave a winning smile. “It’s all good now though. Here I am, in the greatest city in the world, having drinks and talking tattoos. Wings and cheese coming my way. And I’m free.”
Summer 08/19/18 Taking the serious question for what it is, Summer responds just as earnestly. “For fried cheese, red sauce only. Marinara, whatever. Sriracha definitely has a place in my heart, but not for fried cheese.” Giving Iodine a look, she adds, “But I’m not too judgy about it. You do you, and all that.” Honestly, if someone didn’t like marinara with mozza sticks, it was like- more for her.

After dipping her toes just barely in the sh-tshow that was her upbringing, Summer waved a hand dismissively. She took another drag, but then mostly just held the cigarette clamped between two fingers. Just holding it seemed to be comforting. “Hey look, I’ve come to realize that most people didn’t have the dumpster fire childhood like I did. How were you to know?” Flicking her ash, she continued, “I didn’t feel like lying to you. I coulda given you some lip service about how I always dreamed of being a fireman or a pilot or ballerina. But like..I just didn’t want to.” She adds quickly, “Don’t feel sullen about your life. It isn’t the sh-ty life Olympics. Everyone has their struggles.” She gave a warm smile.

Then, Summer is listening intently as Iodine explains the horrifying circumstance that leads to the demise of Noah. She cringes and sucks in a breath. Of course, Summer knows there are vampires in the Realm. She has a bit of a history with Vampirism herself, not to mention being related to a few. Before she could delve further, the server approaches. So happy to see her drink, she takes it with one hand and spins her index finger with the other. “Keep ‘em coming, please. And yea, hot wings, and mozza sticks. Extra sauce. Just bring out the bottle too, please.” She laughed. “We’ll keep a menu though, in case we want more.”

Waiting until the server was well out of hearing range, Summer looked at Iodine. “I’m really sorry about Noah. That is so, so awful. So weird. Your blood did that? I’ve never heard of such a thing. I was a, uh... Well, a few siblings of mine are vampires. They don’t live here. They live in England and Europe. I hardly ever see them.” She added, as a means to not worry the girl. Her voice quieted. “I guess I see why you don’t think he’ll be coming back in any way, shape or form.” Her lips dip down into a little frown. “Hurting someone you love on accident...there is no way to soothe the heart.” Grabbing her glass, she lifted it and plastered on a wide, cheery grin. “On that happy note! To new friends!”
Summer 08/18/18 Summer knew when a line of conversation was over. With a little nod, she let the questions lingering in her mind about Noah float away. Taking the subject change with ease, her nod grew more robust. “Hell yes, I will. I’m eyeballing the order of wings. With extra hot sauce.” She grinned a bit wolfishly as if she hadn’t eaten in days. The girl had a healthy appetite. Usually, she burned all her calories while working. That was probably less the case now that she was simply tending bar. Biting her lower lip, she thought that perhaps she ought to start watching what she ate. The inane thought flitted out of her mind as quickly as it appeared. Summer nearly cringed outwardly in disgust. Watched what she ate? As if. F-ck that noise. She was loving her newfound curves. “I might even add some mozzarella sticks.” She added, just to spite that stupid nonsense her brain dared, dared to entertain. That’ll show it.

Her smile falters, but she does her level best to right it, keeping it plastered on her face. She gives a mild shrug at Iodine’s innocuous question. Giving the cigarette pack a glance, she chews on her bottom lip. “Can I have one of those?” Before waiting for an answer, she helps herself figuring the offer on the street still stands. Presumptuous? Indeed. Rude? Possibly. But if Summer is gonna go down this line of conversation, she’s going to need one. Lighting it, she tosses the lighter next to the pack and leans back in her chair, exhaling a plume of smoke over the table. The expression on her face is nothing short of rapturous. “God damn, that’s good. Anyway. Your question.” She takes another drag, then responds.

“My childhood wasn’t the greatest, Iodine. My parents were...well, they were the worst. Basically, imagine the bare minimum of parenting, then set the bar even lower. My parents hit that on a good day.” Her voice was passive as if she were reading from a phone book. “So I guess my dreams when I was young was simply to escape.” Her brows furrowed, thinking of that little blonde girl years ago, skinny and fragile. Inhaling, she tapped her ash into the plastic bar-standard ashtray. “So I guess I fulfilled my dream.” She gave a wide, toothy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I agree completely though. Some are meant to be free. To that end, I guess I’ve made it. We’ve made it. We have no restrictions, no preconceived notions on what our lives were meant to look like. That’s how I will look at it anyway.” Watching the cherry glow at the end of her cigarette, “Thanks for this. Sorry I just took one.” Her voice was low, contrite.
Jackson McCarthy 08/18/18 This was probably the most he'd laughed in a very long time. He really couldn't blame her for assuming everything was about sex. She just witnessed some random guy beating up another guy and now he was sort of hitting on her. Honestly it was just his default mode when it came to pretty girls. She didn't seem disturbed by the body, so that was good.

"Aye. Not much ae a fan meself." Jackson assumed her response about 'Haim', was probably not about home.

"Iodine...vera unique. Altho Ah'm sure ye hear that affen." He waves his free hand at her apology. Wasn't her fault he was having a laugh at someone's disadvantage. "Scotland, Lass. Blether just means we go fer a chat." He holds up his hands and gives his best 'innocent' smile. As if he had one. "Ah swear on me life. No' trying tae get intae yer pants." He wondered if this time, when he actually was being disagreeable, if she'd think he wasn't.

"Come on. Let's get a nip and ah will dae me best tae speak a wee bit clearer for ye." He offers his hand once more, either to take or as guidance. If she was high, he was slightly concerned for her safety, considering it likely meant she was human. Whether or not she was aware of what lurked around this place or was just accustomed to people randomly getting beaten up, he didn't quite trust her judgement or her ability to get where she needed to be safely. Even with her large dog. "Drinks are on me, ae course."

And as promised, the pub was just right around the corner. "After ye and Babbo, lass." Jackson pulls open the door for her and motions her and Babbo in.
Jackson McCarthy 08/17/18 He stared at her, amused. He forgot how fast he spoke when resorted back to his natural way of speaking. Not that, after many years, his Brooklyn accent wasn't natural, but he found more and more how easy it was to slip back into the Scottish accent and quips. She at least caught one thing.

Jackson chuckles quietly at her trying to figure out what everything meant. He tried to remind himself to speak slower, but sometimes that's easier said than done.

"Aye. That's gud ye dinnae take strangers to yer hame." He tried to keep a somber face, but the whole situation was quite funny to him. "Nae, lass. Bonnie means beautiful. And ah just meant ah wid normally offer tae walk ye hame at such a late hour tae make sure ye got back safely. But yer dug seems like he can take care of ye well enough."

His shoulders shook with laughter once more. "Didnae disagree with ye, lass. Just said noo," The attempt to make it sound more like 'now' fell a bit short. Mostly because he sort of enjoyed the confusion. He could easily switch to his Brooklyn accent, but that might confuse her even more. Better to stick with what he started with.

"Bevvy is a drink, yes." Jackson offers his right hand to her, "Am Jackson. There's a good pub aroun' the corner. Yer dug wid be welcome tae." No need to mention it was a pub that mainly catered to werewolves. "Perhaps after a bevvy and blether you wouldnae say we are strangers."
Jackson McCarthy 08/16/18 Jackson is acutely aware of his surroundings as he deals with his latest victim. He heard the bustle of the city, but was fairly confident no one was around to pay him any attention. Until he heard someone speak. He looked around, making sure she was actually speaking to him. Papi? Did he look old? Christ. Maybe he was if he didn't understand some modern slang.

He looks her over before taking note of the police car, "Ah dinnae ken... he seems tae be a wee bit busy." Jackson grins, the officer seemed to be more focused on stuffing his face with a late night dinner and focusing on driving at the same time, but he easily dragged the man back into the cover of darkness.

"Thanks fer the heads up," Jackson wipes his hands on his jeans and walks over to her, "Noo, whit can ah dae fer a bonnie lass like yerself? Ye dinnae seem like ye need protection." He nods towards her dog. "Care fer a bevvy?"
Summer 08/14/18 With a flick of her wrist, Summer tosses the pack of chemical sweetener off to the side of the table. It was true, the fake sh-t would kill a person. Most people anyway. Leaning back in her chair, she turned a little to the side facing Iodine and hooked an elbow over the back of her chair. Leaning forward a little, her dark eyes scanned the tattoo Iodine pointed at. It was beautiful, intricately detailed and obviously meant a lot to the girl. Noting the letters across the forehead, she smiled softly. This ‘Noah’ was clearly important to her. And very likely dead, by the sounds of it. How dead, that was the question. Summer bit back an inappropriately timed chuckle bubbling up as she thought of Miracle Max in the Princess Bride differentiating between mostly dead and all the way dead. Hey, he was on to something.

Summer knew that for a fact. Or rather, while there might not be varying degrees of deadness, she knew that death wasn’t the end. It didn’t mean gone forever. Sh-t, she was Exhibit A. Her brother, come to think of it, newly returned to the Realm, would be Exhibit B. But how to broach that topic with -let’s face it- a perfect stranger? As much as she enjoyed Iodine and could feel a burgeoning friendship, she had just met the girl. What, was she supposed to say- hey, maybe this Noah dude can pop back down complete with a set of wings. Or conversely, a forked tail. That threatened another chuckle, knowing her ‘southern counterparts’ didn’t have forked tails. We’ll just let the mortals keep believing that nonsense for now anyway.

Instead, she decided to channel her past life as a hippie and go a little ‘woo’. With a warm smile, Summer fiddled with the frayed edges of the laminated menu. “I like to think of death not as the end of anything. It can’t be the end. While it’s true, nobody escapes its wrath, there’s always a next fork in the road.” She smiled ruefully, thinking about her own forks. Forced upon her, every step of the way. “The path keeps unfolding.” She wanted to say that she’d see Noah again someday, but it felt intrusive. Like a false promise. That wasn’t ever so certain.
Summer 08/07/18 Summer watched as Iodine unpacked what were obvious essentials to the girl and her dog. Taking a seat, she listened as Iodine worked through the plan. Giving a nod, she pushed an ashtray to Iodine then busied her hands with a packet of Sweet ‘n Low. “I give you complete artistic control. Using my own skin tone seems to be a logical choice.” Summer had no real idea on what technically made a good tattoo. She could appreciate the artistry, but the finer details were lost on her. She was humble enough to stand back and let the artist take over.

Giving the wait staff a warm smile, “Whiskey sour for me, please. And make that two menus.” She beamed a bright grin at the server. If there was one person in the world Summer was always hell-bent on being nice to, it was workers in the service sector. Returning her attention back to Iodine, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs out, taking care not to nudge Babbo. Clucking her tongue, she said, “I get the next round. Since this is practically a consultation.” She laughed but wasn’t joking. It hardly seems fair to have the girl brainstorm and possibly sketch while paying for her drinks. Looking at Iodine with some curiosity, she asked, “Do you have any favorite pieces on yourself?” Her face scrunched up in thought. “Do you tattoo yourself? That seems...difficult.”
Summer 08/02/18 Pivoting left, Summer guided the girl and her dog to the corner bar with an amazing back deck. They even had a gate from the side alley so they wouldn’t have to walk through the interior to grab an outside spot. Holding open the gate, she looked at Iodine’s phone as she let them go in front of her. A smile lifted her lips just seeing those scrappy birds. Following them in, she thought about it. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to Iodine rapid-fire questions at her. Clearly, the artist’s wheels were turning. It was exciting to witness. It was a world in which she was completely unfamiliar, despite being among the evidence of such work all the time.

“I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps black and grey? I mean, The magpie I want is the most common one- the black and white one. The iridescence that you mention sounds really, really cool.” Her eyes widened right along with Iodine’s at her last idea. “Ohhhh my god that sounds amazing. I f-cking love it. The bird is escaping it’s confines??” Her voice is getting higher and higher with each word. “It’s like...meant to be on me. No sh-t.”
Summer 08/01/18 Craning her neck, she tries to get a peek at what Iodine is looking for on her phone. Seeing the image of a bird, she relaxes her posture and blushes at her nosiness. Lifting her brows, she says with obvious enthusiasm, “They are beautiful and often maligned. They are cunning, flashy little daredevils. The little cutiepies are unpredictable, high spirited and they love things that sparkle.” She giggled with mirth and excitement at the idea of having the bird on her body forever. Or at least until she got a new one. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be for a while though.

“A bar sounds good. I could use a drink from the other side of the bar, taking a load off.” Her head tilted, not familiar with the tattoo artists mind. Smiling gratefully at Iodine’s words about parents, she lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Yea. She needed that drink. Too much thinking about the past’ll do that to a person. “There’s a bar up the road that has outdoor seating. Babbo wouldn’t have to be tied up, he could hang with us.” She looked at the dog, suddenly fighting an inexplicable urge to lay on the ground and roll around with him, wrestling. The thought made her laugh.
Summer 07/31/18 Summer blinked a few times, realizing her question was kind of out of the blue, she blushed and bopped her head around. “I am definitely interested, but am mostly not wanting to hog your time. You’re out here taking Babbo for a stroll and I keep running my yammer.” She laughed, then bit her lip in thought. “I’m thinking on my ribs- front or back, not sure. Artists choice. I think I’d like a magpie. The bird. I love them.” She grinned widely, nodding at her revelation. Yes, she’d love a magpie coming along for the ride during her adventures. Furrowing her brow in thought, she said, “Maybe we can just hit up a bar or coffee shop and you can sketch it there? No need to go back to work if you’re done.” Giving a little shrug, she gave a friendly smile and swallowed down the creeping feeling of awkwardness. Truth was, she liked chatting with Iodine. Finding friendly people was easy. Finding friendly people she actually wanted to keep talking to was rare. She remembered seeing some meme about how making friends as an adult was hard, but truthfully, it was difficult as a kid too. It wasn’t like she had a normal home to bring friends over to. Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head at the thoughts. “My brothers weren’t a big deal. My parents were more of the issue.” She said, completely after that conversation had set sail.
Summer 07/30/18 Waving her hand dismissively, she said, “Ah, it’s no biggie. Trust me, working in bars, I have to get used to it. You know how it goes though. Even after you quit, the desire never really leaves. It’s like a lover you can’t shake.” She laughs hard, nodding her head in surprise at the fairly accurate comparison.

The dull ache inside seems to wane as she listens to Iodine speak of her family. A warm smile lifts her lips, the delight in hearing tales of a normal family nearly soothing to her crenulated heart. “All younger brothers? Damn. My brothers were all older. Not that it matters, brothers are a pain in the ass no matter what the birth order is, I reckon.” She laughed, then furrowed her brows, glancing down the street and looking at her flyer once again. “Is your shop nearby? Perhaps we could sketch something up? I mean...unless you’re off or something. I’m sure you’ve gotta let your hand rest at some point.” She laughed.
Summer 07/29/18 Not needing much encouragement, Summer did a spin with a flourish. It wasn’t much, considering she was wearing jeans and a tank top, but it was more about verve than what a person had on.

Summer stared a bit longingly at the cigarette. Licking her lips like she was looking at a glass of water while wandering aimlessly through the desert. Waving a hand, she shook her head. The look of regret on her face was noticeable. “No thanks. I quit. Cigarettes anyway.” She gave a wan smile. “It was like the one thing I felt like I could control in my life? Funny thing though- they still have a control on me. Damn, I do want one.” Eyes shifting, she said lightly, “Don’t put ‘em too far away.”

Listening to Iodine talk about her family, Summer felt the familiar pang. It never went away. Lifting the corners of her lips to an easy smile, she cleared her throat. “I know what you mean. My family was..is pretty big too. They, um…” She rubbed the back of her neck and stared longingly at the cigarette. “We aren’t that close-knit though.” Her gaze moved to Babbo and softened. It was a scientific fact- a person couldn’t look at an animal and stay stressed. “Family isn’t always blood though.” Her expression warmed, the smile lifting the corners of her eyes and making them dance.
Summer 07/28/18 Summer wasn’t ashamed of what she did for a living. If anything, when someone did try to shame her for it, it just made her dig her heels in further. After all, what is more feminist than doing whatever the hell you want with your body? Even with this ‘fvck ‘em all’ attitude, she did internally sag with relief when someone was cool with it. Sometimes the argument was more effort than it was worth. In any event, Summer found that she was very pleased Iodine was cool with her choice of occupation. Woulda been a damned shame otherwise. “I do alright.” She said humbly. Laughing at the minimization, she wobbled her head and acquiesced. “I’m good at what I do.” She said with a little smile.

“My favorite music? Most of the clubs I dance at have a DJ who picks the music. Some of the smaller ones let me pick stuff.” Thinking, her eyes went skyward. “I love the easy, heavy beats of 90s trip hop. Massive Attack and Portishead are always a favorite. I did one set to some Lords of Acid and got a very hefty tip from someone simply for the choice in music.” She laughed heartily at the memory. “Even though they aren’t trip-hop. I like modern stuff too, but I do dig the slightly older stuff. Also a heavy dose of psychobilly.” She holds up a hand and admits, “My everyday music preferences vary from what I dance to. As you can imagine, there needs to be a different vibe. How about you? What do you listen to while in the shop? Or is it clients choice?”
Summer 07/28/18 Her smile widened at the offer to visit Babbo. Would that be weird? Having a playdate with a dog? Nah, she decided. That might be the most normal, balanced thing in her life if she got down to it. Grinning at the thought of finally biting the bullet and adopting an animal, she nodded enthusiastically. “Should I get one, consider you and Babbo enlisted in babysitting duty. For sure.” She chuckled. Without missing a beat, she said brightly, “Oh! I’m a dancer. The stripping kind.” She gave a little shrug. “That’s where the traveling comes in- I hit up clubs all over for gigs. Although I have been feeling a little over it lately, to be truthful. I’m just kinda burnt out.” She ran a hand through her tousled blonde hair, the tiredness showing at the corners of her eyes. “I just hate to get to that point where I don’t love it anymore, you know? I think I’m treading very close to that.” Letting out a sigh, she beamed a bright smile. “Ah well. In the meantime, I’ve been picking up some bartending shifts. That mixes it up a little bit.”
Summer 07/28/18 Having both hands on either side of Babbo’s neck, Summer scratched firmly, bringing her nose to his. Grinning, she finally stood up, brushing her hands off on the back of her jeans. Giving a little shake of her head, she answered, “No. I don’t have any. I travel a lot. It never seemed right to have one. Even though sometimes I think the companionship would be good for me.” She laughed lightly. “Poor mate, I almost feel bad for the buggar and I’m only thinking in hypotheticals!” Glancing down at the cupcake pup, she asked, “How long have you had him?” As she listened to Iodine, she looked at the girl closer. Pretty, but having that posture of someone who puts their looks last. Like she was a tomboy when she was little, not learning the societal gender norms of fussing with hair. That nearly brought a chuckle to Summer’s lips, having also missed those lessons, but for reasons other than being a tomboy. She cleared her throat, not really wanting to take a trip down dark-and-twisty memory line.
Summer 07/28/18 Perking, Summer said, “Stage name?” She nodded, getting it now. Her name was such that she didn’t need a stage name. But she could totally see how others would need to switch it up. Listening to the reasons Iodine offered for why tattoos wouldn’t stick had her nodding. They all seemed quite logical. She still had the sneaking and sinking suspicion that it had nothing to do with the normal reasons. But Iodine wouldn’t know that. Giving a little shrug, she said, “Alright. Why not.” Glancing at the flier, she took note of the address. “Should I call to make an appointment or just walk in?”

Grinning as she crouched down a little, she gave her hand a dismissive wave at the notion of trying to kill anyone. Her? Nah. Ahem. She slipped her hand under the large dog's paw and shook it. Her face softened like when any reasonable person sees a good boy. Reaching out with her other hand, she let him sniff her before proceeding to scratch behind his ear. “Aww, you are so sweet!” Her whiskey-colored eyes nearly twinkled at the big dog, cooing at him like he was a baby.
Summer 07/27/18 Lost in thought while on her walk, Summer nearly tripped over an uneven piece of the sidewalk when the girl approached her. Eyes moving side to side, brows furrowed, Summer was initially confused. Perhaps this person mistook her for another? There were a few blondes around. Very seldom did people approach her. It's almost like they knew. Relaxing her expression, she smiled mildly and listened. Her eyes lowered to the gloved hand extended out. Taking it, she wondered why a person might be wearing a glove in the middle of summer. A latex one at that. Curious.

Taking the flier, she looked at it, then lifted her gaze to meet the girl. “Iodine, eh? Interesting name. Mine’s Summer. I, uhh...I don’t have any tattoos right now. Um…” She scratched the back of her neck with the edge of the flier, a sheepish look on her face. How to explain, indeed. “My skin heels real quick? So they don’t seem to stay on me. But I guess 40% off is a decent price, even if it is temporary. Not too sure about the piercings to be honest.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I suppose if I didn’t take the jewelry out, it’d not heel, yea?” Why was she asking her? How would she possibly know? Hey, maybe ‘celestial super healing’ was a class they offered in tattoo university. That was a thing, right?

Glancing at the dog, she softened. “Can I pet him? Is it a boy?” She didn't want to offend the pooch if it were a girl.
Esper Valari 07/27/18 Brown bag in head his knee bent to his waist he looks up to the woman approaching him, he takes a swig of the booze inside. His eyes widen to acknowledge her and with a raise of the bottle in brown concealment as a thank you.

Not much is mustered from his vocal cords, the man felt he expressed himself enough. He had quite the many of tattoos. He didn't really need anymore. Not that he could afford one at the moment either. Still he thanked the woman by a simple lift of his bottle to the air and continued to be as normal as he could be for the time of day.
Anyssa 07/23/18 Nessa gave her a smile

"If I am not doing any Chores at the Sanc home I will be there. You have a great day as well."
Anyssa 07/23/18 Nessa hands her a card with her name and number
Anyssa
Valar Morghulis
555-7680

" Please feel free to hit me up any time at any hour. I hope you enjoy your stay here."
Anyssa 07/22/18 *Nessa had been gone for a couple of days so she thought she would catch up on those who are new to the realm.*

"Hello my name is Anyssa and on behalf of Valar Morghulis I would like to welcome you to the realm. If you should need anything please feel free to come to me."
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