Chapter 8: Addictions

[kaleb]

Kaleb took the gun which was dwarfed in size compared to one of his hands, barely able to get his finger on the trigger as he ran after Anthony while pulling his hammer off from it's loop on his waist. "So, aside from acid spit what else should I be aware of?" Kaleb inquired as his hammer surged and sparked with red electricity from the head from the large manala crystal imbedded into it.

[Maeve Cullen]

"Ah! Sorry, we just usually don't get this many new customers. Name's Maeve." Maeve replied, giving Tuesday a quick handshake. She had caught the woman's name from her friend, Malak. "Hope to see you around, Tuesday." She moves over to Alexei, making sure her back was to Lonnrot and the man.

"Hey, I got your note. Sorry for the wait, but I have to do Lonnrot's tattoo next. If you're here for a tattoo, I'm sure Jeff or me will be done in just a bit. Pretty piece of metal, by the way." She winks before heading back over to Lonnrot and Tyler. "Come on four eyes, I'll do you in the back room."

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday nods, looking around. "Business certainly seems to be booming." Then she sits back down, so that Maeve could get back to work.

She looks at Alexei, who certainly looks familliar. "Sorry, but do I know you? You look really familliar...I just can't put my finger on it."

[Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen]

"Be there in a teen bit," I say with a smile. "This girl was fairly respectful, all things considered. I think I'll lower my attitude a bit," I think to myself. I get out various sketches of the art work and follow Maeve back into the shop.

[wyvernlord]

Tyler winks back and says "'Name's Tyler, by the way. Take your time with him, he seems deserving of the work of art he plans to get."

These people seemed like good people, in Tyler's eyes. They didn't bother him, stayed out of his way, and the tattoo artist knew how to keep her mouth shut without even a threat. Tyler had lost all his tattoos when he ascended to Demi-godhood, and he wanted them back. Grabbing a few pieces of paper and a pen, he began to sketch what he wanted.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei smiles politely before she goes and nods.

"I can wait until you're done." He says, and watches her turn attention to Lonnrot.

He can't help but respect Maeve somewhat. Even though she was likely to find herself on the wrong end of the knife that still twirled through his fingers, he admired her strong will and fearlessness. Were she part of the mafia, she'd be one of Kaschei's best enforcers. He thought of KAschei's wife, and thought if he had a woman like that by his side, or a woman like Maeve...

He rolled his eyes and pushed the thought away, moving his attention back to the blade twirling through his fingers. He snapped it closed and discretely slid it back up his sleeve. He drummed his fingers and waited a moment, then blinks and looks up at tuesday.

"Yes, I think we met in Havana." Alexei says, smiling. He thinks a moment, trying to become more specific.

"That's right! You bumped into me."

[Jack Kruschev]

“Virgil has a biologically-enhanced saliva gland that causes him to increase acidic of his saliva several fold. It has no effect on him for whatever the reason. Other than that, he’s mentally insane, so he’s extremely unpredictable. Do try not to kill him!” Anthony yells back as he sprints down the hallways, taking careful care not to get in Kaleb’s way.

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve leads Lonnrot into the back room and gestures for him to have a seat. She takes down Tuesday's drawing and puts that into her back pocket also. She kept a photoalbum out in the lounge of multiple tattoos people had drawn for them to give, incase anyone needed ideas. She takes Lonnrot's drawings and pins them up.

"Lift your sleeve or take your shirt off, whichever you prefer." She says, studying the drawings Lonnrot had done. He was fairly good, she had seen her fair share of artistic range. She was glad she didn't have to work today, at this rate she would've just called in sick anyway. They probably hadn't fired her yet just because of her skills.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Oh my gosh! Yes, I knew you looked familliar." Tuesday says. She puts a palm to her head, trying to think of his name, after a moment, she remembers. "It's Alexei...right?"

She had completely forgotten, but after thinking for a moment she remembered. This was the man that seemed so eager to get away from her! She had been so curious about that...

[Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen]

I roll up my sleeve and sit back in the chair. “If you like, you may add various other colors to it. I would like the colors to either lean away from, or lead to the ones on my other arm,” I add in as I show her my hourglass tree tattoo. I has a variety of colors that include gray, tan, green, white, brown, and blue.

[Toolah "Tuvi" Renee]

"Oh well..." Tuvi doesn't have much of a choice since Peter is half way dragging her along. Being dragged along by a guy with a grip is a pain in the ass.

"Who would attack All-Mart, Peter?" She ask. She is still tugging at her arm as a way of telling him he can give it back to her. "And what are we gonna do when we find out?"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei nods.

"And you're Tuesday." He says. Alexei was good with faces, another trait that kept him alive.

"Been on this island the whole time?" He asks curiously, stretching a bit.

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve studies Lonnrot's hourglass tattoo, glancing to his drawings every now and then. "How about contrasting tattoos, since the hourglass is death to life, and this is life to death?" She questions, mentally sizing the picture onto his shoulder.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday shakes her head. "Nah, I've been all over the place." She thinks back to all the places shes been in the past week or so. "I was in Helsinki for a while...then in Allwhere, from there I went to London, and now I'm back here again." She says, ticking them off on her fingers.

"How about you?"

[Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen]

"Exelent idea," I reply. "Seeing how I'm a psycologist, all this mental symbolism is very good. Did you know that analyzing tattoos is actually helpful to your mind," I ask Maeve.