Post by lethal on Jan 12, 2012 5:06:29 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 203px; padding-top: 85px; padding-left: 90px; padding-right: 73px; width: 500px; background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/alphard/back_top_002.png), btable][atrb=style, height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.6; border-top: 5px solid #730000; border-bottom: 5px solid #730000;][style=height:100px; width:100px; float:left; opacity: 0.6; padding-right: 3px;] [/style] | [atrb=style, height: 100px; width: 300px; opacity: 0.6; border-top: 5px solid #730000; border-bottom: 5px solid #730000;][style=font: normal 20px/7px impact; color: #730000; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; width: 220px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.6;]I'M FALLING IN THE BLACK[/style][style=font: normal 16px/9px lilyUPC; color: #B87C7C; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px;width: 220px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.8;]slipping through the cracks falling to the depths can i ever go back dreaming of the way it used to be can you hear me falling in the black slipping through the cracks falling to the depths can i ever go back falling inside falling inside falling inside the black you were my source of strength[/style] |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 297px; padding-left: 90px; padding-right: 78px; padding-bottom: 85px;width: 500px; background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/alphard/back_bottom_002.png), btable][atrb=style, height: 170px; width: 310px][style=font: normal 16px/10px lilyupc; color: #B87C7C; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; width: 330px; opacity: 0.6; scrollbar-3d-light-color:#730000; scrollbar-arrow-color:#B87C7C; scrollbar-base-color:#000000; scrollbar-dark-shadow-color:#730000; scrollbar-face-color:#730000; scrollbar-highlight-color:#000000; scrollbar-shadow-color:#000000;]Today was the day. The not-so-grand opening day. The day New Orleans was getting one of the most amazing tattoo shops around, if she did say so herself. And she did. She, being Elliethiya Persephone Wulfric. There were a lot of nicknames she had been called in the past: Ellie, Ella, Elle, Lithie, Thiya, Persey, Sephy, Seph, Perce, Persephy, the list went on. But her favorite was Lethal. Lethal Wolf. It just sounded badass! Lethal walked down the street with a bright smile on her face. She had seen Hell off to school just a few minutes ago, and was now walking towards her main place of employment: The Wolf’s Den. The irony of it all made her snicker under her breath. She worked at The Wolf’s Den, her last name was Wulfric (pronounced wolf-rick), she was a werewolf, while her impeccably pale skin and naturally red eyes made her look more like a vampire. The irony was almost too much to bear. However, walking down the street, her eyes didn’t appear the bright red they had been since her birth, in fact, they were an incredibly eye-catching purple, a light purple just shades too dark to be lavender. Oh, the amazing prowess of colored contact lenses. It wasn’t like she wore the contact lenses just to hide her eyecolor, (though it did help business if she didn’t scare some people away with bright red eyes) she just didn’t really like her glasses and liked a change of eye-color every once in a while. Something different and fun and as unusual as she was. Hence the blue contacts that made her eyes the purple they appeared at the moment. With purple irises, she didn’t look half as vampirish as she did with red eyes. To the rest of the world, Lethal looked like a human. Of course, not a regular, run-of-the-mill human. More a strange-looking, “punkish” human with equally as strange eyes. Or was gothic more the correct word? Lethal shrugged the thought off, not caring which it was. She wouldn’t be bound to the labels society tried to stick to her, and she couldn’t be bothered to search for the correct label for herself anyways. It just didn’t matter all that much. It was bright and sunny that morning, something Lethal could only assume was normal for New Orleans, given she hadn’t been in town all that long just yet. Though even downtown on a weekday morning, the streets were about as busy as both LA and NYC had been. For a moment, she wondered if it were a trend, if she just had a particular liking to big cities. A moment’s thought and Lethal assumed so. City life was always on the edge of exciting and always guaranteed something to do. One could easily loose someone who tracked them in a crowd, and there were so many scents it was easy to throw even a wolf’s nose off temporarily. Besides, tattoo shops had better luck at striving in big cities rather than small towns. Her walk wasn’t very long, only a few blocks separated The Wolf’s Den from the small apartment Lethal and her 12 year old daughter now called home. No need to hop on a bus when if she ran, she could make it in a little over 5 minutes. Which was good, it meant if someone couldn’t make it in to work one day, Lethal could easily fill in. Which meant more money for her, which was very good. Today was opening day for The Wolf’s Den, as earlier stated, and Lethal couldn’t help it that she was just a little excited. She would be meeting her coworkers today, a good lot of them, for the first time. Lethal hadn’t taken part in the recruitment, after all. Her old boss had just sent her down with the promise of a pay-raise. She was a manager now. She was a tattoo artist and could do piercings too, but on top of both of those, she was one of the managers. Not the top dog in the shop, but definitely one of the bigger dogs. She hoped she got along with everyone and that there wouldn’t be too many problems. No matter what city you were in, the tattoo-artist community was a relatively small one. It made it more important to try and get along with everyone. Or, that’s what Lethal figured at least. Finally, she approached the dark and heavy-set reinforced steel door. She smirked at the sight of it. Very cool, very grungy. Pulling the key out, she pushed the key into the nearly hidden lock and turned the lock with a heavy click, then with a little force, pushed the heavy door open to reveal the shop. As soon as the lights were flicked on, one could easily see the space looked like a mesh between heavy metal, grunge, and wolves-exploded-in-here-fur. Sure, majority of the population wouldn’t enjoy the décor very much, but those who got tattoos and piercings in multiple places usually weren’t among the majority of the population. Which was exactly the point. Humming along to the tune of one of the “Punk goes Pop” songs that amused her so terribly much thudding away through her inner-ear earbuds into her skull from her iPhone hiding in her pocket, Lethal pulled the heavy fake-fur curtains open that hung in front of the store window and put up a single sign. The sign currently read “closed”, but that was because it was still a good few minutes till opening. Just long enough to set up her own station with some time to spare. Finally, shedding her very cropped “jacket”, Lethal was all ready for the day. She glanced at the clock and blinked her surprise. She had set up much quicker than she expected she would be. Ah well, that just meant she could relax for a little while. Lethal smirked to herself, propping her heels up on the nearest surface and leaning back in the chair that was now officially hers. Might as well get comfy. [/style] |
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