Chapter 7:A Beauty That's Thin, White, and Rich

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday isn't modest in the least, and she doesn't want to get any ink on her shirt, so she peels it off, and tosses it aside, along with her purse. Shes extremely thin, but somewhat muscular, her skin is bronze.

"Obviously, this is my first tattoo."

[Eun/Aoi Kiriyama]

Once Eun return home from Sota, she heads to her bedroom and lock the door behind her. She then transforms in Aoi and sat on his bed.

"Once finals are over, no more school until Sept." Aoi says to himself as he waters his catcus friends. When Hanuel began to call out for Eun, Aoi transform back to Eun.

"Yes mama." Eun answer back through the door.

"I will going a bit." Hanuel says to Eun.

"But are you sure? You're sick mama."

"So what?!"

Eun flich a bit when her mother yell at her. She stay quiet for a bit until she heard the front door open and close. Eun quickly left her bedroom and went to the attic. In the attic, there are some rare different kinds types of plants and few Wiccan artifacts. She simply water the plants before she heads upstairs.

"Maybe I should walk around Heslinki and get some air." Eun thought to herself before she left the house and close the door behind her. Eun then walk to the nearest pack and sat on the empty bench.

[Maeve Cullen]

"Well, I'm glad you decided to get one! Branding your body is the most ultimate form of expression in my opinion." Maeve says, waiting until Tuesday was laying down to get her ink gun ready. "Some famous dude once said, if the design is choosen carefully, a tattoo can also enhance the soul!"

That wasn't actually what he or she said, but she decided to shorten it to what mattered. "You ready?"

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Some famous dude, eh?" Tuesday says, laughing a bit. She lays down, and isn't scared about the pain. She's heard that tattoos hurt, but they can't possibly be that bad, after all many people get them.

"Getting a tattoo was actually a spur of the moment decision. Malak and I were just about to get a bite to eat, our plans changed a little." She shrugged.

"Yup. Have at it."

[Alexei Nacharade]

After keeping low for a while, Alexei goes to the tattoo shop. He strolled into the lounge and waited patiently.

Alexei had a ritual he performed whenever he killed someone. He'd started it in prison. He glanced at his ankle as he took a seat and waited.

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve laughs also. "Yep, lots of dem famous dudes." She says before beginning on Tuesday's tattoo. It's not too hard of a job. "I'm an unaffiliated rebel myself. Liberté!" She realizes she probably sounds dumb, but she didn't really care. She was having fun playing around and discussing.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday shuts her eyes when Maeve begins the tattoo and the muscles on her back tense a bit, the sensation was a little painful, but she had expected it to be worst. She relaxes herself.

"An unaffliated rebel? Are most of the people in the lounge unaffliated? Or are they with different groups?" Perhaps she could talk to a few of them.

Tuesday remembers that her and Malak are supposed to be taking some time off, but that doesn't mean she can't get material for another story, did it?

[Maeve Cullen]

"There's quite a variety, though most are unaffliated. It's good to have a place to come to to discuss stuff, you know? Sometimes they get into arguments and fist fights as one would expect, damn hard headed idiots at times. Still love 'em, people of this shop are like my family."

Maeve speaks as she finishes the first part and begins on the second. She never really felt at home with her blood family. They were still alive and well, and she visited them sometimes. Maybe it was just because of their difference in opinions that created a draft between them.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday nods. "Its nice that you run a place where its safe for rebels to come and discuss." She says. "I bet. There must be some really heated discussions sometimes."

"Don't people ever come in and realize that this is a building full of rebels? I mean, just the other day there was a woman looking for "other" journalists. I'm not sure if she was a rebel, or looking for rebels, but either way, its somewhat scary knowing that people just might be after you."

[Maeve Cullen]

"That's why I have a bell at the door. Regulars know to shut up about rebel matters until they know who's coming down the hall. If it's a new customer or someone they're not sure of, they simply discuss other things. You two didn't strike me as Manalist, and if you were, I figure we could take you if it came down to that."

They all knew the risks, so Maeve and Jeff tried their best to come up with new ways to keep the place safe. They didn't have access to Manala guns or anything, but they still had a variety of weapons in the shop. "It IS a scary thing, but I'm not afraid. I try to protect th people who are."

Meanwhile, outside, Jeff gets setup to give Malak his tattoo. "What do you want, and where?" He questions, getting straight to the point.

[Lena Eva Aysel]

Lena smiles softly. "You could say I do things in their favor, to the ones who truly wish for change." She pulls out her phone and checks it before looking back to Tuesday. "Sorry, you're probably tired and just want to get home. Here's my number, I enjoyed our chat." She states, handing Tuesday a card. "Give me a call sometime."

With that, she leaves Tuesday, heading in a random direction. As she walked, she begun texting a message to one of the Invisible Hand members she most often teamed up with.

Hey Markus, know anything about the rebel newspaper? She liked him because he didn't act cocky or anything. Well, he didn't act like anything in fact, but still.

[wyvernlord]

Tyler watched as his soon-to-be victim got a tattoo. Getting bored of the scene, Tyler took a step outside and became visible in the form of a skinny man about the age of 27. He stepped back into the shop and sat down.

"Hello," he told Malak.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus turns off the CD player as his phone vibrates. He looks and reads the text message Lena sent.

He texts back simply:yes

He leaves the room and crawls up to the roof. With that he begins vaulting along roof stops until he sees Lena, following her. He guesses she noticed him approaching long before he was in sight, but that's irrelevant to him. He feels no special way about Lena, he guesses before his accident he would have found her attractive, even alluring, but now she was just another face, and a pulse.

He followed for a while, the black spectacles of his gas mask remaining on her as he fluidly moves along.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"A bell at the door, that is genius." Tuesday states. "It's a very discreet security system. I like it."

"If it had come to down to Malak and I being Manalists, I have no doubt that you could take us. Him and I should probobly find ourselves some sort of protection, seeing as we've been in very...cumbersome predicaments lately."

"Thats a very nobel thing to do. Lately the rebels have a lot to be frightened about having a secure place for them is noteworthy."

She pauses a moment, thinking. Technically they were supposed to be taking some time off, but Tuesday wasn't sure when she would be in Cuba again, and there was a room full of rebels just outisde that door. It was too much for her to pass up. "Do you think that any of them would mind if I asked a few questions for the Socialist Revolution paper?"

[Virgil Evans]

Virgil bend around the corner, scrambling quickly through the vent in a manner quite impossible for a being with a solid bone structure. He smelled newness ahead and that was what the screaming all around suggested he find.

Sounds and scents drifted this way and that in his vein pathway but none of the outside ones that he wanted. Everything was strangers and their tools. That left the pathway forward as his only choice.