burn it down --- HARPER

[LENNOX ABRAHAM GILES.]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Well it looked like it was going to be another boring day around the shop, something that was becoming all too common. Although Lennox didn’t trouble himself with thoughts of how the business was doing it still concerned him a little that no one had been through the door yet. Lennox sighed, deciding there was better ways to spend his time other than staring at the phone or door. So with a grunt he slid off his stool and walked over to his back. He reached in and grabbed out his sketch bad, and colored pencils, before heading back to the stool he had claimed hours ago. He placed his sketch book down on the class display case before pulling out his pencils and beginning to work on a comic sketch. Lennox had an idea for a piece he really wanted to put on his arm. The piece would be composed of all his favorite marvel comic book characters except in zombie form. He had been working on the half sleeve idea for weeks, and now he just needed to add a couple more characters’ before calling the piece complete. Lennox had been an apprentice at the shop for nearly a year, had at this point had free reign to do what he wanted as long as he didn’t step on the toes of any of his senior tattoo artists. Which usually meant if a hot girl came in, Lennox was to tell her that the senior artists were better, even if his own skill level out did two of them. Lennox always found It amusing how girls fell over themselves when it came to tattoo artist. Hell there was one girl in particular who he believes just came in for tattoos so that she would have an excuse to talk to Frankie. Lennox didn’t understand the logic there, after all it would have been way less expensive to just ask the man out. But girls these days, well at least the ones that wondered into this shop, didn’t seem to have the balls to ask a guy out. Lennox would be flattered if a girl asked him out, though he would probably stumble all over his words, if he even spoke at all. Lennox wasn’t good around girls, he had no experience with them, and well to be honest he was naturally shy to top it all off. Lennox smirked at the thought as he continued to work on his drawing. Lennox bit his lip as he concentrated on his drawing a bit more. Lennox always felt at ease at the shop, mostly because all the guy s and gals that worked there had become his second family. Lennox didn’t fit in at home, he never had and he probably never would. His family was all about athletics, and religion, something that Lennox heavily shied away from. Just looking at Lennox you knew he would never follow in his quarter back brother’s shoes, nor would he be an accepted member of the church if they ever found out about his sexuality. Lennox had been confused about his feelings towards guys at a very early age, and well he was pretty much in the same state of confusion he had been at age 10. Lennox was more curious than anything, but being the coward he was, he never tried to explore much. Nope, he kept to himself and watched from afar, hoping someone would come along and be willingly to guide him. Lennox grunted as he messed up a piece of storms hair, something that oddly enough really ticked him off. With a sigh, he took the eraser to it and started over. Lennox was so busy concentrating on his drawing that he hadn’t even noticed that someone had walked through the door.

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[HARPER AUSTIN LEON.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » DO YOU FEEL ALIVE? sweat dripped down her face, she pumped her legs, but the tred was beginning to slow down. the time had run out on her workout, but she wasn't quite ready to give up. she took a deep breath and leaned against the front of the machine, trying to prop herself up. her heart was racing, it was time to stop, but she didn't feel ready. she looked at her reflection in the window in front of her, but it was time to quit. sighing, she hopped off the machine and headed to her bag where her phone was. there was text message letting her know that there was no rehearsal in the studio today. harper scoffed at her phone and threw it back in the bag. she had already quit her workout, she didn't want to start it up again, but shit. the girl thought for a moment and decided she didn't want to go back to her apartmant. gambit was busy, he had to work. pft, who actually did that these days? so, harper was left alone to do whatever. there was nothing left to do at her house, it was already clean, so there was no use scrubbing. harper grabbed her bag and walked out of the door of the gym. maybe the girl would find something to do around town. she looked in the windows, but some of the places seemed too busy to bother going in. she passed a tattoo shop that seemed to not have a whole lot of people in it. there was a tattoo place here? harper peaked into the place to see one lone guy. harper didn't have any tatoos and she hadn't given a whole lot of thought to getting one. maybe at some point she would, but nothing had meant a whole lot. her parents never wanted her to, so it was a wonder she hadn't gotten one already. but, she knew that tattoos made getting jobs a little harder. people didn't want to hire a tainted balerina, although, well. harper wasn't exactly the purest of souls. she could at least fake it and they could see past it. harper did want to get one, but of what? "uh, what's up?" the guy seemed deep into his art, and she almost felt bad for disturbing him, but the guy obviously wasn't getting any other business today. this guy looked extremely young. well, not as if he had barely hit puberty or something, but many years younger than her. he didn't even look like he was old enough to drink. must still be in high school. harper didn't have a whole lot friends when she was in high school. all of her time was spent at the studio and trying to get jobs. people didn't want to hire her though, they said she was too sloppy. in the states, people didn't seem to care about the technicality of everything as much. some of her teachers actually liked that she wasn't so articulate, that she felt the moves more than worried about getting them right everytime. it seemed like this was really the place for her, rather than london. but, harper couldn't stay forever, she wasn't a citizin, sadly. "don't mean to bother you." she commented, but really, it was his job to pay attention toher, wasn't it? she was a potential customer, he worked here. he should be paying attention to her. OUTFIT

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[LENNOX ABRAHAM GILES.]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Lennox would be lying if he said he hadn't spent most of the afternoon in his own little world. He had always been a loner, even if it hadn't always been by choice. He was considered weird by most of his peers, but weren't all great minds viewed that way? Len did his best not to mind the stupid comments his peers often made about him. So what if he didn't fit in now, he would eventually right? Just because he was a little girly, didn't mean he deserved to be called a 'faggot' every time he walked down the hallways. Sure he hadn't had a girlfriend in a while, but he did like girls. Faggots didn't like girls, well if you were going by the high school definition anyway. Lennox sighed at the thought, why the hell did he even give those losers time in his head? They weren't worth it, and he knew that. People spent entirely too much time being mean to one another, if everyone was just a little kinder, Lennox knew the world would be a better place. He had been so lost in his own thoughts, that he hadn't even realized anyone had walked in, let alone the stunning creatures his eyes finally left his drawling too look at. He gave her a puzzled look for a moment, almost wondering why someone as elegant as her was walking in here in the first place. "ugh..." was the only word, or rather sound he managed to utter, before subconsciously shaking his head in an attempt to get his mind together. "Yeah sorry, I'm a bit of a day dreamer... my teachers hate it too." he said with a nervous laugh and a child like shrug of the shoulders. Though he wasn't the best at conveying words, his actions were rather adorable. "Sorry about not answering you the first time." he said nervously. "Sorry. he spit out yet again. Lennox was always full of sorrys mostly because he was utterly at a loss on how to defend himself when attacked verbally, emotionally or physically. Len had a pretty abusive life at home. His mother emotionally abused him by not giving him any of her attention or praise. His mother was far too wrapped up in her own life, the town gossip, and why she had been stuck with one amazing, athletic handsome son, and cursed with the scrawny thing she often joked must have been switched with her Greek god at the hospital. Lennox felt like an outcast all the time, but when his mother would repeat that story over and over to friends, family, or random strangers at the store, he felt about an inch tall. His father wasn't much better. Her verbally abused his younger son on a regular basis. Often calling him a drunk homo in front of his friends as they stood around drinking beer. The physical abuse came from his older brother. A brother that was convinced he could beat 'tough' into Lennox. He not only attacked Lennox at home with what he called rough housing, but had also let his friends take shots at little Lennox at school. Needless to say his only escape was the tattoo shop, and even then he was often made to feel about an inch tall. "Your not a bother, though i don't think I will be much help...." he said with a slight frown. "I'm suppose to send all the hot girls to Frankie, and hes at lunch. Kind of a stupid shop rule, but I can help you decide on an idea, maybe?" he said trying to offer some assistance.

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