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Post by HARLOW JAX on Nov 12, 2012 11:08:53 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] light up the sky above ( WORDS ) 417 ( TAGGED ) Gabrieeeel ( OUTFIT ) CLICK HERE Looking into the mirror before her, it seemed to take all effort to haul herself from the stool. With a makeup painted face, she swivelled round just staring at the open wardrobe. Standing up she slung on a random top with dark leather jeans, and of course clashing shoes. Purple heels .Satisfied she tossed her head upside before shaking her hair into a wavy yet stylish mess. Shoving her phone into her pocket, Harlow took her bag from the side as she slammed the front door shut. It was a surprisingly warm morning, the sun was out despite the overcast cloud. Swallowing the dry air, the taste of alcohol from the previous night still lingered on her breath. Sighing she headed into a nearby shop to get a drink, she couldn’t turn up to work a again stinking of the night before…
Can in hand, the red haired temptress smiled a thank you to the lady behind the till. Cracking the metal ring a burst of fizz hushed from the carbonated sugar drink, taking a sip cool liquid refreshed her parched throat. Having chosen to walk to work today, Harlow couldn’t help but window shop and dive into the named branded business along the way. Taking her phone from her pocket, eyes rolled being followed by an “urgh” has she had to be in the studio by ten minuets. Never the less her care free pace carried her along the pathway, she couldn’t care if she was 5 minuets late or so. Dark eyes watched over the traffic for a moment, people he drove like banshee’s on acid. She swore half were oblivious to people crossing the road, or even waving down a taxi. Stepping out to the white and black lines, she changed direction to leave the madness of the main highstreet behind. The tattoo studio was a little way back from the higher class shoppers delight, more to the relaxed area, near the clubs for those I don’t remember a thing inks
Reaching the shop she swung the door open as she walked in, bold as normal she flashed a smile to her fellow artists. Dumping her bag at her station, Harlow instantly sat into the leather style chair. With a headache on the horizon, she dropped her head back before looking round. Hearing the arrival of one of her colleagues she assumed it was it was her boss, she was sure they were scheduled on together. “Mornin’” she half grumbled with a loud tone.
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Post by gabe on Nov 14, 2012 0:06:02 GMT -5
It was a damned busy day today and Gabe knew it. He was a little apprehensive because he knew he was on with Harlow today. He just hoped to hell that if she was late, she was only going to be running a few minutes late and not half an hour late. She'd been there and done that a few times and that just pissed Gabe off. Gabe had never really been one to hold in his displeasure at the heart of things though and while he didn't mind her being late five minutes, half an hour wasn't something he was just going to sit there and take with her. She knew he was pissed off when he got pissed off, but as a general rule, he was a pretty chill boss.
Gabe was grabbing a box of gloves from the supply cabinet in the back of the shop when he heard Harlow come in. He had to smirk to himself when he heard the telltale sound of her flopping into one of the artist chairs in the office. He snagged the box of gloves and shut the cabinet door before he made his way towards the front of the store. He had three tattoos booked today in which the customers had specifically asked for him to complete them. They were his main focus for the day, which meant Harlow would be dealing with the walk ins and whatnot for the most part, not to mention, she had two smaller tattoos booked in for herself for the day.
Gabe walked past her and to his station, tossing the gloves down. "You look like shit, Princess." He commented with a smirk as he started setting himself up for the day. He grabbed the piece he was working on first thing and started prepping the stencil for it. "Out partying last night again?" He asked, glancing back at her with an arched brow. Gabe didn't do a whole lot of partying these days, it seemed. He'd done more than his share in his early twenties, but these days, the shop was definitely his number one priority. And then there was the matter of the brunette girl that he'd been seeing a hell of a lot of lately.
"You have two booked in today. Think you can handle that and the walk ins without turning into the Hangover Queen and biting someone's head off, or do I need to give you a stern talking to right now, because I have three booked in myself and no time for bullshit today." He commented. He'd just laid down all the rules right then and there. He didn't care what she got up to on her off time, but if it started effecting her work, her ass would be out of there faster than she could blink. It was a subtle reminder, but there wasn't anything threatening about the way he said it. The one thing about the tattooing community was that you worked with so many different personalities of people that you had to get a firm grasp and understanding on how to deal with them. Gabe, as a general rule, was pretty good with that.
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Post by HARLOW JAX on Nov 14, 2012 11:17:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] light up the sky above ( WORDS ) 407 ( TAGGED ) Gabrieeeel ( OUTFIT ) CLICK HERE Flashing a smile as she drew her head back, an aimless deep exhale passed her vibrant lips. A slight laugh escaped at his comment, princess. A word so typical of her boss, to him it suited, any other male not from the rocker scene would just sound silly. There was a certain teasing yet serious ring to the word as he said it. “Don’t remind me, pretty sure I just fell in my make up this morning” The comment rolled with her joking British tones, she did have more make up than normal. Foundation to be precise, not caked by enough to hide the damage. A small bruise had already surfaced under the silky liquid on top, a deep purple but barely noticeable. Hopefully he would pick up on it, Harlow couldn’t be doing with re living the knuckles up bitch from last night.
“Strictly business, this guy from a touring band came in a few days ago asked for some work… we got chatting, turns out the others wanted some stuff done. This little set of numbers for their new album or something, anyway. I maaaay have been invited to their buss and privet party afterwards” A smirk pulled her rouge lips as her eyes darted around the studio, sitting upwards she rolled the chair towards her station to set up for the day. Untwisting the leads from her gun, she fed the chord through a clean plastic covering before tying the lose material to keep the leads in order down to the foot pedal. Turning her head as Gabe began to speak, the urge to roll her eyes arrived. She knew what was coming. “Dragon lady will behave” she said with a soft laugh, the two pieces he spoke about where only small. The lines had already been drawn up, they just needed to be transferred into a stencil.
The remark turned serious, she knew she was a dick at times when it came to work but never the less her art was always good. Never has she allowed drinking to affect her work ethic or capability to draw up lines too tattooing them. “darlin’ when do I ever give you bullshit” With a light hearted tone and her habit of calling people darling she answered, but cursed herself mentally. Urgh, she just couldn’t respond seriously in these types of conditions, however she had better attempt to. “Seriously though, I’m chill to handle the work”
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Post by gabe on Nov 17, 2012 4:33:21 GMT -5
"That bad, huh?" he asked when she said she had pretty well just rolled in her make up that morning. "If anyone asks, just tell them you missed Halloween and were opting for a late celebration." He commented as he kept working away at setting up his station. He was meticulous when it came to his work station - something that people had commented on in the past while working with him, but he couldn't help it. It was the way he ran things and there was a certain order of operation for him. He also blamed it in part on the fact that he had ADHD - something that most people wondered at how the hell he'd managed to sit through a tattoo long enough to focus on it. But they didn't get it. He loved tattooing. He was passionate about it and it was the one thing in the world that truly could hold his attention.
Gabe had to laugh at her explanation and run down of what had happened. It was so typically her that he couldn't really do anything but laugh in the moment. "Sounds like one of us had a decent night then." He murmured as he finally finished up what he was doing and turned back towards the stereo system, trying to find a song that he actually wanted to listen to in the moment. At the very least it was something to occupy his hands in the moment. "I'm so proud of you." he said, glancing over his shoulder at her when she said she promised she'd behave herself. He couldn't help the sarcasm. It just came naturally to him.
"When have you ever given me bullshit? I don't think you want me to answer that question. You might not like the outcome as much as you think." He smirked. She said she was chill enough to handle the work and he believed her in the moment. The fact that she wasn't jumping down his throat at the moment for calling her out on the fact that she was hungover was good enough for him. Gabe could be a lenient boss, to say the least... but when it came to the integrity of his shop, you didn't fuck around with that and everyone who worked with and for him knew and understood that well enough. Gabe was just working on building up his reputation after a lifetime of being kicked down.
He wasn't about to start at square one again.
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Post by HARLOW JAX on Nov 22, 2012 8:48:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] light up the sky above ( WORDS ) 361 ( TAGGED ) Gabrieeeel ( OUTFIT ) CLICK HERE “If anyone asks I’m going to gloat about spending the night with rockers” she half laughed flashing one of her pretty smiles. That was damn true. To be fair today she would be telling everyone about the previous night, a party like the world should know about; or that’s what she thought anyway. Reaching her drink of the counter she popped a pill from her pocket to ward off the headache, placing in her mouth she took a swig of coke a content sigh passed her rouge lips. Taking off her set of wooden beads and other extravagances of jewellery she dropped them down into her bag, it sucked not being able to wear them for tattooing, but that’s health and safety for you. Standing up from the chair, Harlow took a moment to gather herself. Clacking strides of her spiked heels walked her to the main desk, skimming over her schedule for the day smile grew at the sight of bare book for the day. It was unusual not to be fully booked up, but walks in weren’t accounted for so god knows how many you could end up doing.
“Oh yeah, how was your night then?”she asked showing interest to the murmur. Heading back to her station she slumped back down in the chair, legs crossed eyes aimlessly flickered around the shop. Fluffing up her hair as habit she tousled the back giving it somewhat volume to the front, flecks of red whipped the air as she absentmindedly twirled the ends. yeah alright, fair play to ya’ she drawled keeping little amusement to her comment.
Kicking back from the cupboards the wheeled chair slowly rolled across the room, with a smile on her face Harlow stopped herself as she took a pencil from a collection of various drawing supplies. Once back to her station she opened up her doodle filled notebook; leather backed and fill of an array of designs to scribbles to lyrics. Finding a blank page she took a moment before lightly pressing the led to paper, sketching out the rough lines of a bird free flowing lines curled around the small page corners.
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