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Inferno Designs, INC (The HellKitten's Tattoo and Piercing Parlour)
#319267 - Tue Sep 17 2002 06:10 PM
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. . .A large, well-kept building of brick rests in the middle of the woods, a clearing made out for parking around the structure. An oddly out-of-the way location for a place of buisness, I shall say, but, then again, one reason for this may be to ensure that only serious customers find this place.As one approaches the front door, the sound of harshly flowing music produce words of hatrid that soak ones ears. If one dares to poen the large and somewhat out-of-place French doors leading inward, they are to be revealed into a vampiric studiolike building, where red drapes hang over windowless brick walls, and fine velvet couches adorn a waiting room, in which rests a glass case filled with body rings and temporary tattoo designs, Henna kits, and even a few scents of incense or one or two compact discs. The floor is marble, and is presented in an onyx-on-ivory Harleiquin pattern, accenting a few statues or pedastuls sporting demonic gargoyles, devils, and Egyptian-style dogs. Only a few rest in on this floor by the spiral staricase, enough to just escape from being tacky and distasteful. This place is quite odd, one thinks to themselves, nothing like its outside appearence. Things become even more obsure as a shirtless and leather bondage clad Gothic cat-eared and tailed man apparates afront the visitor in an instant, holding a syringelike pen, a bottle of colored ink, black to be exact, and a Martini glass in his sinewy, clawlike hands. "E'llo!" He speaks to the visitor in a brisk manner."A CUSTOMER, Eh?! Well, look 'round. . .I'll be over 'ere. . ."
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~*The Life, Logs, And Signature of Sir Ichabod DeLocke*~ 
Thank you for the gifts sir Patches and miss CG! Quite the idealic and accurate representations, mind you.
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~+~WHAT?! You Say You Want Me to Pierce THAT?!? (Ichy's HomeThread)~+~
"I Have Never/Been Like This Before/Felt My Body Sinking/To The Grassy Floor/No, I Have Never/Known A Love Like This/Felt The Flaming Arrows/Of The Hunter's Kiss"
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*Haiku timidly opens the door, very intimidated, and very nervous. She quickly shuts the door behind her, seemingly crouching down to talk to the door in a hushed tone. Haiku slowly walks into the waiting room, her hands clenched together behind her back, nervously picking at her gloves. She looks suprised at the leather-clad feline, and smiles slightly, speaking in a timidly quiet voice*
"Um...excuse me sir.../
I hear you do...eh...piercings?/
That available?"
*At simply the thought of it, her elven ears seem to flatten out, hiding themselves within her cascades of hair.*
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The Hellkitten chuckles at the elven being, moving behind a curtain."Yep, jes'. . .eh. . .jest' wait 'ere for a second. . ."
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~*The Life, Logs, And Signature of Sir Ichabod DeLocke*~
Thank you for the gifts sir Patches and miss CG! Quite the idealic and accurate representations, mind you.
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~+~WHAT?! You Say You Want Me to Pierce THAT?!? (Ichy's HomeThread)~+~
"I Have Never/Been Like This Before/Felt My Body Sinking/To The Grassy Floor/No, I Have Never/Known A Love Like This/Felt The Flaming Arrows/Of The Hunter's Kiss"
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Nimby
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Member #1131
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(OOC: Damn you, Hellkitten!! You stole my idea!! >^-^< )A black haired, white furred catgirl walks through the doors of the shop. Clad in black leather pants, a black t-shirt with the words 'Rejoice! For we have horrified and repulsed them!' printed on it, and a leather motorcycle jacket with silver demon wings airbrushed on, she waves at Ichabod and commences to browse. "Oi, Icchan. What's up?"
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WAI~!! Der KEWL! I must repeat: Love the artwork Ic-chan! It's so easy when you're evil.
This is the life, you see.
The devil tips his hat to me.
I do it all because I'm evil.
And I do it all for free.
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need! - Voltaire, "When You're Evil" It gets so lonely, being evil... If you must,
Just what the Dream needs most! A Gothic clothing shop!
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*Haiku paces about in the waiting room, quite jittery. She nibbles at her fingernails and twirls her hair, nearly running a rut into the floor from her pacing*
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The Hellkitten's seemingly dull eyes lighten at the sight of his old friend."NIBMY!" He laughs aloud. "It's been awhile! I'll be right out, don't you go anywhere. . ." He chuckles evilly as he flips the curtain. A buzzing sound is heard, along with a dull 'Don't worry. This'll only hurt like a mother for a SECOND.' . . .and then a pained mumble. 'OH SHUT UP!' BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT . . .AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH GOD NOOO. . .NO!!! . . .Five minutes later
"See! I told you it wouldn't hurt THAT much! Now, run along. . .run alongh lil' boy."
Out from the curtain rushes a small, lanky catmorph holding a gauze pad to his arm, who rushes up to Haiku frantically. "Don't GO IN THERE! It's HORRIBLE!" He screams, then, in a panic, running away. Ichy pokes his head from out beneath the curtain. "Next?" He inquires sweetly.
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~*The Life, Logs, And Signature of Sir Ichabod DeLocke*~ 
Thank you for the gifts sir Patches and miss CG! Quite the idealic and accurate representations, mind you.
~+~+~
~+~WHAT?! You Say You Want Me to Pierce THAT?!? (Ichy's HomeThread)~+~
"I Have Never/Been Like This Before/Felt My Body Sinking/To The Grassy Floor/No, I Have Never/Known A Love Like This/Felt The Flaming Arrows/Of The Hunter's Kiss"
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Curious as any feline, Dokeshi happens upon the building in his wanderings and simply has to see what's inside.His eyes are the only easily visible part of him in the interior's gloom; he closes the door behind him as he enters, dodging the zoomorph who's just fled. "Ooh, my," he murmers, "This decor is really something else..."
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I might be a bit behind in getting some posts together; school is being an almighty pain. Sorry... {8( It's the dancing queen! Or... maybe not.
*tacky garb*humble abode*deadjournal
What, people have drawn this bitchy creep? Yes indeedy! Thanks to...
Patches*Seby*Donevan*Ende*Ichy
art*buy art?
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The Hellkitten's ears perk up attentivley as he sets a bloody tatoo pen down on the table."ANOTHER shopper, eh?" He bouncily hops out from the back room, pinching Haiku's ear from behind. "We do piercings here, like I said. Any'where an' ev'rywhere. Now, what can I do ya for lil' elfie, Hnn?" With these words, he flicks on a lamp, illuminating the . "Prices are no object. I charge nothign if it's done the. . .ahem. . .old. . .fashioned way, which involves a sewing needle and some string. But, to have me use one of these newfangled gun piering thingies, it'll cost ye a bit." He then squints and loks over to the newcomer. "Eh. . .sir? What can I do ye for?" The Hellkitten mumbles a bit. "Damned to 'ell LAMP! Nimby, wanna go into the back an' get me some alcohol pads. . .an' while you're at it maybe a spot of gin. . .or maybe. . .YES. A Gimmlet* would be nice. " *A Gimmlet is an alcoholic drink consisting of a shot of Gin, Sprite, and Lemon Juice. O_O
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~*The Life, Logs, And Signature of Sir Ichabod DeLocke*~
Thank you for the gifts sir Patches and miss CG! Quite the idealic and accurate representations, mind you.
~+~+~
~+~WHAT?! You Say You Want Me to Pierce THAT?!? (Ichy's HomeThread)~+~
"I Have Never/Been Like This Before/Felt My Body Sinking/To The Grassy Floor/No, I Have Never/Known A Love Like This/Felt The Flaming Arrows/Of The Hunter's Kiss"
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Dokeshi's eyes widen in fear at the mention of the word 'piercings'*, and he turns to see Ichabod talking to Haiku. (Oh, I remember you...,) he thinks. When adressed by the imp, his expression changes to one of cluelessness. "Ah, that depends, Ik... Ignatius? Or was it something else... oh, right, Ichabod... That is your name, isn't it?" He blinks, vaguely aware that he's strayed off on a tangent. "What is this place**?"
(*His earrings aren't the only pierces on his scrawny carcass.)
(**No, he's not all that perceptive.)
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I might be a bit behind in getting some posts together; school is being an almighty pain. Sorry... {8(
It's the dancing queen! Or... maybe not.
*tacky garb*humble abode*deadjournal
What, people have drawn this bitchy creep? Yes indeedy! Thanks to...
Patches*Seby*Donevan*Ende*Ichy
art*buy art?
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*Haiku's jaw drops visibly as she hears the screams from the next room over. She looks visibly shaken as the 'victim' exits. She downright screams and jumps three feet in the air when Ichabod pinches her ear. She clamps her hands over both of her ears, flattening them against the side of her head.*"Eh...thank you...I'll eh.../
Oh shoot, then. What's a pirate/
Without an earing? You can make the call.../
I'm tough! I can take it.....eh..../
What's this worth to you?" *She reaches into her backpack and produces a floppy greyed baker's cap, filled with a variety of coins from different countries, different worlds even, copper, silver, gold, even some metals completely alien and...well, glowing. Also stashed in the hat are a few stones; semi-precious as well as just plain old rocks off the ground.* "Working in this place.../
You can't tell what something's worth..../
.....This will hurt, won't it?"
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Dokeshi looks over at Haiku with saucer-eyes, and wiggles his fingers all spooky-like. "Ooh, worlds of pain, elf-wench! Don't ahsk me how much I know about piercing, gwa hee hee... There are three 'p's for piercing, and all of them are mortal agon- ah, mortal pain."
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Nimby
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Member #1131
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Grinning, she heads to the back room, grabbing a couple of alcohol pads. Looking around, she pokes her head back into the main room."Where do you keep your alcohol and stuff, Icchan?"
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The shop door opens and everybody's favorite pierced-pyromaniac enters. Dempsey raises an eyebrow at the gothic decor, shrugs and hopes they don't take themselves too seriously. Noting the jumpy blonde holding her ears she clicks her toungue ring against her teeth."Don't worry," she says to Haiku "It's gonna hurt like a bitch but Its also terminally cool" Dempsey looks around the establishment
"Yo! Does anybody work here?"
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"And who's THAT?..She looks like she walked out of the Slightly Angry Seamstress Convention!"
-Kit Chen
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The Hellkitten grins deviously, leaning over to see the newcomer, but, on the way, his eyes catch Dokeshi with a provocative wink."I'll be with YOU momentarily. . ." "Oooh! He yells. Today's a busy one. What can 'eh do for ye, ma'am, an' welcome to Inferno." He casually bows to Dempsey. "I'm right 'ere wen ye need me, just yell." There is a long pause in his speech. "Now, back to you." He turns to Haiku. "It's not gunna hurt 'th't much. 'S worth the freebie. . .SO! What'll it be?"
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~*The Life, Logs, And Signature of Sir Ichabod DeLocke*~
Thank you for the gifts sir Patches and miss CG! Quite the idealic and accurate representations, mind you.
~+~+~
~+~WHAT?! You Say You Want Me to Pierce THAT?!? (Ichy's HomeThread)~+~
"I Have Never/Been Like This Before/Felt My Body Sinking/To The Grassy Floor/No, I Have Never/Known A Love Like This/Felt The Flaming Arrows/Of The Hunter's Kiss"
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The ghoul raises an eyebrow curiously as Ichabod speaks to him, his lips pursed in an expression of piqued curiousity. "Oh?"He glances at Dempsey, and his face goes into bitch-mode. "I say, female, whatever that curious patois you're using is, save it for your native gutter." His cronish face is drawn into a sour leer.
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I might be a bit behind in getting some posts together; school is being an almighty pain. Sorry... {8( It's the dancing queen! Or... maybe not.
*tacky garb*humble abode*deadjournal
What, people have drawn this bitchy creep? Yes indeedy! Thanks to...
Patches*Seby*Donevan*Ende*Ichy
art*buy art?
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*Haiku seems to almost shrink. The presence of so many people much tougher than she is causes her to be ill at ease, to say the least. Dokeshi is not helping with the "worlds of pain" ^_^ She then tugs at the base of one of her ears, in response to Ichabod*
"A gold hoop, right there.../
I mean, if that is ok.../
Eh...is that allright?"
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(OOC: Eek! I never noticed the rat before! I love ratties! {8D)Dokeshi looks at her and blinks. "Oh, oh... well, a piercing there isn't too painful. It's something entirely different from what... *twitch* I was thinking about." (Also OOC: You're in the presence of *coughcough* 'royalty'.)
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"Exsqeeze me?!" Dempsey raises a daintily trimmed eyebrow at the nasty ass looking ghoul... "I don't think we've met, and I have a nasty habit of blowing shit up and askinbg questions later. So maybe you wanna refraze that...? And don't even think about patronizing my vernacular, I went to Oxford befor I earned a Masters at Napalm University. So blow me." Turning to Ichabod, and obviously apreciating the eyecandy she gives him a once over. smiling sweetly, she asks "How much to write "Nitro" with a fire flower on my ass?"
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"And who's THAT?..She looks like she walked out of the Slightly Angry Seamstress Convention!"
-Kit Chen
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Nimby
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Member #1131
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She starts to giggle insanely at Dempsey's comments to Dokeshi. Still grinning, she slips into a British accent."I say, Ichabod old chap, where do you keep your spirits?"
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Serori
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Member #1065
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The sounds of a motorcycle pulling up can be heard outside the building. A few minutes after the motorcycle is turned off, the rider opens the door and steps inside. Taking off her helmet and tucking it under an arm, she massages her ears to get them to get the fur laying flat again. Playing with the end of her rainbow braid, she looks around at the minor chaos.
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Glowsticks are fun. LEDs are better.
- Me, when asked if I liked glowsticks at raves
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Dokeshi sneers indignantly at Dempsey and curls one of his spidery hands into a gesture understood the world over. "Hhh, revolting little bitch... Where I come from, whelps like you get tied up in burlap bags and thrown into the nearest lake. Save your smart mouth for someone who's impressed, little missy, or you might just-- gwa, hee-hee-hee!-- find someday that there are far worse things than being derided by a walking cadaver like me."
His eyes wander back towards Ichabod as the demon returns to the room; a hint of purple creeps across the ghoul's cheekbones, although he says nothing.
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I might be a bit behind in getting some posts together; school is being an almighty pain. Sorry... {8(
It's the dancing queen! Or... maybe not.
*tacky garb*humble abode*deadjournal
What, people have drawn this bitchy creep? Yes indeedy! Thanks to...
Patches*Seby*Donevan*Ende*Ichy
art*buy art?
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Ichabod smiles over to Haiku, sighing defeatedly."Ah. . .I'd say, for you, I could do that for free. it's no problem. . ." Damn. The innocent ones, they always get to me. He thinks inwardly. Looking over to Dempsey and Dokeshi, he goofily chuckles. "Alright, alrighty, Dokeshi, kitty. . .eared. . .girly. . .Break it up, childr'n." Padding over to the two, he steps between them and places a hand upon his chin, stroking a bit of stubble. "The tattoo won't be much. Trust me. it all depends on size and. . .ahem. . .WHERE on your. . ." The cat-eared man coughs. "Ass it'll be." His laugh volumizes and he flips over to face Dokeshi, long tail flicking in the air as a staling tiger's does in anticipation. "What brings one such as you to my humble establishment? Will it be tattoo? Piercing? Anything from the gallery?" He points over to a wall draped with a red velvet curtain. Then realizing Serori's presence, his kitty ears perk up. "Welcome! I see we have ANOTHER customer! What can I do ya for?" Inwardly, he is feeling flooded. Never in the history of Inferno had he seen so many in the lobby at once. He then looks over to the door. "Ha. . .The gin is on the wine shelf, as is the rest. Help yourself, Nimby! Ha. . ." He then stops in his muttled chuckles. "I'll be back momentarily all. Ma'am?" He motions to Haiku. "If you'll follow me back here." Pointing to the door, he motions with his other hand. "Right this way. The rest of you scoundrels, TRY to get along, feel free to look around, and DON'T kill each other, please? I just had to wipe up the blood of a bloody wanker who. . .oh, nevermind. I'll be right back.Don' go anywhere."
Was Nimby. .mocking me?RRRRRR. . .This is SO incredibly stressful. . .All I ask is that they DON'T decide to get curious and travel up the stairs. . . He tells himself.
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~*The Life, Logs, And Signature of Sir Ichabod DeLocke*~
Thank you for the gifts sir Patches and miss CG! Quite the idealic and accurate representations, mind you.
~+~+~
~+~WHAT?! You Say You Want Me to Pierce THAT?!? (Ichy's HomeThread)~+~
"I Have Never/Been Like This Before/Felt My Body Sinking/To The Grassy Floor/No, I Have Never/Known A Love Like This/Felt The Flaming Arrows/Of The Hunter's Kiss"
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Dokeshi looks as though he was about to say something when that something went AWOL to the Bahamas and left him gawking stupidly at Ichy, blushing a faint purple hue to the tips of his pointy ears. Trying to recover a little of his composure, he grins benignly and waves one of his his taloned hands in a "worry about me when you haven't got as much other work to do" gesture.As the demon leaves the room again, Dokeshi shoots a dirty glance at Dempsey, then saunters away to the other side of the room.
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*A faint whimpering issues from outside the door. Haiku stomps her foot viciously, and with a loud squeak, the sound stops. She smiles nervously, clutching to her ears, as she follows where Ichabod tells her to go.*
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Dempsey, familiar with all forms of vice, has played poker before, and she's spotted Dokeshi's tell. Smearing a sicklysweet smile onto her face, Dempsey sidles up to Dokeshi."Oh? What's this? a little colour coming to the cheeks of the ol' corpse or is that just mold?" Dempsey mocks, " ..Wait! that couldn't be...your blushing! Do we maybe have an itsy bitsy teeny weeny crush on the hell kitten?" Dempsey bounds away before she can even be swiped at. "Hmmm, wouldn't it be mortifying if he knew..." DJ taps her long fingernails against her teeth as she ponders this in mock sincerity.
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"And who's THAT?..She looks like she walked out of the Slightly Angry Seamstress Convention!"
-Kit Chen
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