Marked

[Kassiopeia Malkov]

Kallisto pushed back some of her midnight hair as she hurriedly walked through the streets to reach her newly opened Tattoo shop that she was currently running in secret. She knew straight away that her parents would never allow her to ever run such a shop while they were alive and well, even if it was something she was passionate about they would never agree to it. Kallisto was raised up by a very proper family, very wealthy, and liked to think of their daughters as little ladies who wore dresses and spent their days indoors acting all proper and innocent. Yes Kallisto was very used to being proper, but she refused to let her dream die because she was very passionate about art in general but putting her art into the form of a tattoo made her even more passionate about her art and she didn't want to give that up. So she opened up this shop in secret and so far it had brought in some great business for her. Kallisto planned to keep this shop open for awhile, so as long as she didn't go bankrupt or her parents found out she would probably be okay with keeping her running and thriving. Opening the door to the Shop she walked in and greeted a few of the people who also assisted her a small but pretty grin.

"Hey guys, ready to make some art?" Despite Kallisto being raised up properly and occasionally having that snotty proper girl attitude she was also a little bit of a goofy girl who loved music and going to to concerts as well as parties. She didn't enjoy them all the time but every once and awhile it made her feel alive to do such things. Kallisto walked over to her usual area towards the back. She was probably the best tattoo artist in the shop so people usually requested her whenever they stopped by, she was constantly busy but today seemed to be a quieter day. As Kallisto got her station ready for everything her thoughts went off into space, as happy as she was being free, running the shop of her dream, and appearing to be the perfect daughter to her parents she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. Not that she could really figure it out though. When everything was set up for her to easy begin to give someone a tattoo if they requested it she stepped out of her station area and walked to the front to go through a few papers and be there in case a customer arrived.

Not a moment after she reached the front of the shop and started to file through something on the front desk she heard the sound of the door opening and she lifted her chocolate brown eyes to greet whomever it was, it was always curious to for her to meet new customers because she loved giving them whatever kind of tattoo they requested, but she didn't know at that moment what a handful this one was going to become for her.

 

[Christian Valente]

With their next concert being quite a few hours away, Christian had some time to kill. Sure, he should've been practicing, or doing soundcheck or something, but that could wait. Anyway, the other guys were all far too preoccupied with entertaining some groupies fans, so that had been the perfect opportunity for the frontman to slip away. Sure, usually people paid most attention to the singer, but luckily in this situation he had bandmates with flippy hair and good cheekbones. With a bored sigh, Christian pushed through the heavy venue doors, and stepped out into a dingy inner-city street. Running a hand through his shaggy midnight hair as he headed for the nearest pub, he mused about getting a haircut. Damn, he was starting to look like a freakin' Japanese school girl or something, the way he was headed.

Deciding to change his focus from beer to hair, Christian ambled lazily down the road in search of a hairdressers, barbershop, whatever. After a few minutes, he came across a new shopfront, one that he hadn't seen on his last trip to this part of the world. Then again, he might have just been too wasted jetlagged to notice. Glancing inside from a distance, he spotted the checkerboard floor. That was totally a barber's staple, right? Either way, Christian was set on continuing down the road, and would double back later if he found nothing. That was.. until his ebony eyes landed on the brunette at the front desk. Sure, he saw hot girls every day, and he'd agreed to meet up with three different ones in that same day, but he could surely fit another phone number into his imaginary rolodex. And besides.. he would never admit it, but this one had something different about her. Christian didn't know what, but she did.

Smirking purposefully, he walked through the shop door and headed straight for the front counter. He stopped several steps away from it, realising that it was probably best that he kept his distance until he discovered what he'd gotten himself into. He had learnt the hard way that it wasn't wise to be within slapping space of a girl until you knew her name at least, and could figure her out to some degree. "Hello," Christian said in his mixed American accent, one that would be hard to guess. Having attended school all over the world had its perks, one of those being developing an awesome accent. Then again, it also had its downsides, but that wasn't important right now.

Continuing to speak, his dark eyes moved slowly around the room, not actually aware what type of shop he had entered until he glanced at the signs and people around him. "I'm uhh, interested in getting a.. tattoo," he decided, as his eyes came back to meet the girl's on his last word. Well crap, this was going to be permanent. However, to say that Christian was impulsive was an understatement. When he had his eyes set on something, he wouldn't stop until he got it. And right now, his eyes were set on the brunette before him. She just better be worth the trouble. With a thoughtful glint in his eye, the boy (because despite now being 23, he was far from grown up) from New York pursed his lips as he waited for a reply.

 

[Kassiopeia Malkov]

Kallisto straightened herself out once she had gotten the papers she needed from the front desk and stared at the man who had just walked into the Tattoo Parlour, to be honest he looked a little confused about why he was here to her in the first place but she decided she wouldn't poke fun of him and risk losing a valuable customer. Kallisto may have been raised to be prim and proper but she still had somewhat of a bad attitude lingering around. "Hey there." Kallisto greeted with a soft smile appearing on her face but not really allowing herself to show much emotion to this guy, this guy was really cute and the word rebel just seemed to hover over him. If Kallisto had been looking for someone to date or fling around with he would have been one to catch her attention, but since she wasn't she had to treat him as nothing more than a customer. A man with a mystery was always fun to her, hopefully he wasn't some completely psycho or anything though. The man told her he was interested in getting a tattoo and she raised an eyebrow at him before she smiled again, this time her smile was a bit more sly with some hidden amusement behind it. "A Tattoo hm? Alright then follow me." She motioned for him to follow her back to where her station was, it was early and she already has a customer so she figured it was going to be a good day today. Kallisto led him to the station and pointed for him to sit down before she sat herself on the counter for a moment and let her legs hang out the side daintily. No matter how hard she tried to hide her proper and princess like side with the bad girl image she sometimes failed at keeping it fully covered.

"So, what kind of tattoo do you want and where do you want it?" Kallisto asked softly as she fiddled with her shirt a little, she tried not to look at him too much because she was afraid she'd look like an idiot gawking at him. A hand went up to push some of her blackened hair out of her face before she lost attention on her poop and allowed herself to look at the guy again, her chocolate brown eyes staring at him intensely. Kallisto could only wonder what kind of art he wanted, she enjoyed her work so she would draw anything for him. He was a customer and the choice of tattoo was up to him really, even if it was a little weird or something. "I can give you any tattoo you'd like." Once she knew what he wanted and stuff she figured she would ask for his name and everything, interesting conversations were always started when she started working on giving the customer their tattoo, maybe he was someone she could really get along with or maybe someone she would hate with a burning passion. It was hard to tell. Kallisto pushed herself off the counter and stood at her shorted height to stare at him with a raised eyebrow.