Twice the Ink

[Judah Lesan]

The musty smell of cigarette smoke filled the lobby of the small parlor. Customers liked to smoke all kinds of things, but the usual drug of choice was nicotine. Quint found no pleasure in any of it. Drugs, alcohol, sex, those were fun, but nothing got it him off like a little ink and needle. That's why his arms were covered, and his back was a work in progress. Why not make a living sharing what he did? The only way to do that was to have his own shop, at least to do that leagally. A lot of his work had been done in prison, but that was a different time and a different Quint.

He finally was free to make a life of his own. Salis was one who actually was trying to break from his life as a felon drug runner. It was a difficult adjustment at first, but he'd adjusted. He'd been eleven when he started, nineteen when he faced adult charges. All of that was behind him, and for the past six years he'd been running his own tattoo parlor on Zeltros.

Paradise City was the center of hedonism and all things sinful. One would think Quint should stay away, but he was surprisingly able to stay clean when everyone around him was likely involved in something illegal. Walking to the door, Quint pulled on the chain which was attached to the neon open sign. Most of his work was done at night, and the static hum of the neon sign was the familiar overture to his night. He smiled and checked as he took his seat waiting for the lobby to fill. Until then he'd watch the streets and take in the colorful parade of scantily clad women heading to the near by clubs.

[member="Astrid"]

 

[Katelyn Feanor]

Cigarette smoke and the taste of alcohol littered the air quite heavily. Not enough to choke someone on the fumes, but enough to make someone realize this was a bad place to be. Full of crime, prostitutes, bounty-hunter's and drugs. It was basically, just a smaller version of Nar Shaddaa. Which was one of the biggest criminal capitals of the Galaxy. Not to mention where everybody went to get drunk, high, sex or some other act that "good" people would never join in on

Too bad Astrid wasn't a "good" person back then. She had gone to Nar Shaddaa nearly a year earlier when she was 19 due to personal matters. It was mostly due to getting into a fight with Gray Raxis, the man she once fell in love with...until that is they fought and she left him. After that moment, everything had gone downhill. Down to where a cliff was into shark infested waters. Astrid shuttered at the thought of Nar Shaddaa...she still had the scars from when she was at Nar Shaddaa...as if it were a constant and daily reminder to her about her pain.

Astrid pondered these things as she walked down a near empty street. Well, it wasn't exactly as empty as some would expect. It had in fact, prostitutes walking along the sides along with punk guys and girls walking down the street. Though, it did have it's occasional bounty hunter...though when they came around, everyone moved out of their way mostly due to the bounty hunters being the only one's holding blasters. None would consider Astrid a bounty hunter as she walked down the street, as she was dressed in what she usually wore. A tight fitting long-sleeve black shirt. With a combination of black jeans and tights below. She wore hiking boots on her feet which, when they hit the solid ground of the street, made a solid yet barely audible impact. A machete was strapped to Astrid's right thigh to protect herself as she didn't find the need to hold a lightsaber out in the open. Plus, she didn't want to be recognized either.


Astrid had heard from [member="Azula Yeshevsky"], who was in fact walking beside her; about a man named [member="Quint Salis"] who was pretty good at doing tattoos. So, that's exactly what Astrid was doing here. Well, that and trying to get away from the Sith Empire for a short while. Sure, she did enjoy the attention she got there...though she did need some time to deal with her constant depression away from people. As she hated it when people noticed she was depressed almost all of the time. Though, she did always try to hide it with a straight face.

Too bad that didn't always work for her. Astrid saw in the distance, pretty much a dozen feet or two, a neon sign that read "Tattoo" on it. Assuming this was the place, she began to walk towards it. Keeping a cautious eyes at a group of two men across the street eyeing her as she did so.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quint watched as a female walked past, tattoed and seeming as though she wanted to enter. He smirked at the thought. She seemed like him, inked and addicted to it. Perhaps he could get her to come in. Especially with the fact she was getting eyed. Those two were not good men, in fact they were trouble. Getting out of the seat, he moved to the door and opened it.

"You coming in or you gonna play bait for those thugs over there," Quint looked past her over to the men. "C'mon those guys are trouble."

He motioned for her to come in and closed the door behind her. The shop was full of his designs displayed all over the wall. Even pictures of some famous people to Zeltros he'd inked. Quint was usually busier, more talkative even, but tonight he seemed not completely himself. He took time to look the woman over. She seemed the female version of himself. That would be interesting wouldn't it.

"So you want a tattoo, or were you just passing through?"

[member="Astrid Feanor"]