Scars ((open))

[Victor David Birenbaum]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 507; ♙tags: open; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] The deep-toned bell sounded when he walked into the parlor, the unmistakable buzzzzzzzzing noises coming from the artists at work filling the room and muffling the already quieted jukebox in the corner that cooed the name 'Roxxannnnnne…' If Victor were to be asked what heaven looked like, it would be this. "'Morning." He greeted to the woman behind the counter. She looked up from her magazine annoyed that someone interrupted her reading, immediately recognized him, and then began to grin knowingly. He had been going to the Kaleidoscope Tattoo Parlor ever since he started working at St. Helena’s. Hell, it was the first thing he sought out before even applying to St. Helena’s. Ever since he was seventeen and got his first (albeit illegal) tattoo in his hometown, Victor has had an obsession for body art. The idea of a permanent drawing or painting that stayed on your person till you died boggled his mind, and when he was legal to get them and when he would save enough money, he would always set out to add another permanent symbol on himself. It was funny. He was never any good in the visual arts nor really cared for museums or exhibitions that would present them, even though he respected the art and the people who enjoyed it. But a tattoo was different. To him, it was like a scar, done on purpose by the person who willed it. A scar as multicolored or as simple as the person wants it to be but a scar nonetheless, meant to mark an occasion or tell a story or to represent an emotional or mental scar that wouldn’t have been seen or known by anyone else if they hadn’t gotten it otherwise. And if you were to take one look of Victor’s arms, legs, or back, you would be able to tell he was comprised a little from column A, a lot more from column B and bucket load more from column C. At least that’s how he liked to think of himself. Victor took out the picture of the tattoo he wanted from his pocket as the woman jotted down his information, taking his picture when she was done, and walked over to her coworkers to let them know another customer came in. Victor walked over to the chairs on the other side of the wall and sat himself down. Since he was a walk-in he would have to wait longer than usual, but he didn’t have to do anything later on and he never cared about having to sit for so long. He eyed the walls that had different prints and pictures – some having been hung up ever since he knew the parlor while others always changing every other week. “So, excited?” he casually said to the person sitting next to him. He always enjoyed small talk, if only to make the atmosphere more calm and friendly. He continued on staring at the wall opposite of him, amused at the new and wacky things they had put up.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: make an outfit later~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Elyse Kathryn Nathans]

Elyse smiled as she threw on a pair of black sweatpants pulling them down over her prostetics and a rather bright lime green tee shirt. Her hair was laying rather curly down to about the middle of her back. The fact it was still a little wet made it even curlier She had been up for a whole 30 minuets and she had showered, taken to dog out, had breakfast and was almost ready to head out the door. She had passed this tattoo shop oh her way to the school every morning and she had finally decided to call because she wanted to get a but of lettering to finish off her back piece. Nothing to fancy but it met a lot.

Elyse decided it would be nicer to just walk so she grabbed her small green athletic bag with the script she wanted and her phone and even her sweatshirt encase she wanted to do something after words. As she walked out the door she pet her dog good bye and she was off. It was not that buisy out side. but that was not really a bad thing. She did not really know many people yet seeing as she had not been there that long but she was ready to change it. Having another clean slate not everyone got that chance.

Elyse smiled as she walked into the shop. She loved tattoo shops. She also felt at home in them. There was just something there and there was also the fact that to get her back piece done she was at her old local shop about once a month for 3 months at least. And now she was getting to get the final piece it was cool. Elyse handed her paper to the girl at the desk and went to go sit down. She was sitting next to a guy. He looked nice enough.

Elyse looked up and he asked if she was excited. She really was. To Elyse this was kind of like the last page of her old story so she could be ready to start a whole new story. Elyse smiled as she said in her bubbly voice " Hello and yeah I am. You? Im Elyse by the way" Elyse smiled at him again. Maybe her whole meeting new people would start right here and now.