Stick it [job, open]

[giovanni]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/KMI8J.png] It was a rather slow night at the tattoo parlour and with nothing better to do, Giovanni was perched behind the counter, playing solitaire on the computer. There had been customers here and there. The majority of them, however, had been too afraid to get a tattoo. He couldn't understand the majority's fear of needs. To be fair, however, he had a rather high pain tolerance. One arm was completely covered in tattoos, the other arm had a few, and he had tattoos in places that were typically covered by his clothes. By day, he was an instructor at a prestigious academy and by night, he was a tattoo artist. It was an occupation that he rather enjoyed. He felt like he was in his element and that nothing could stop him. At the school, he just felt all sorts of out of place, not that you ever heard him complaining about it. It paid well and that was all he gave a damn about. Come to think of it, so did this job. The door creaked and the bell jingled, signaling to another customer. Sighing, he quickly finished his game. When the last card disappeared, he lifted his head and tented his fingers beneath his chin. "Welcome to Pins'n Needles. If you want assistance or have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask." He paused and thought a moment, chewing on the cap of his 'lucky' pen. "My name is Giovanni, and I'll be your artist tonight, should you choose to get any artwork done. If you're under the age of eighteen, I'll need you to come back with a parent or legal guaridan." He drawled, leaning back in his chair as he watched the patron curiously.

[abbynieman]

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