Rebellion has consequences

[Gaby.Lily.Kaci.Eva.Cam♥]

After leaving the Aquarium Kaci felt like she needed to do something to make sure that Gaby would understand where she was coming from. All through her young childhood Gaby has always thought of Kaci as her younger, naive and innocent sister. Well as we know, when Kaci moved to Ocean Springs Gaby has been beginning to understand how bad ass her sister was becoming. Kaci was a free spirit, she didn't like to take orders from anyone, she much preferred to make her own rules.

About a month ago Kaci bought herself a motorcycle and it didn't even last a day because Gaby sold it before she could even react. Kaci needed something that would make a permanent mark on her sister, something Gaby couldn't take away from her, like she did her motorcycle. That was the beauty of Inkling. A permanent, real tatoo could never be erased, would never fade away. It was a permanent act of rebellion.

Kaci drove to the parlor and hesitated to get out of her car. She didn't want someone to see her and tell Gaby. This was Kaci's act of rebellion, and if someone tried to stop her, she'd step all over them.

[nathaliewarner]

Nat was at a coffee shop, just having a peaceful day. She had been stressed out the passed few days so it was good for her to get out by herself.

She saw a car pull up in the front of a tatoo parlor. She watched as the petite girl got out of , the car.She looks a bit familiar, nat thought. She couldnt get it into het head of who it was, then it dawned on her.OMG its kaci.Wander what shes doi there, she cant be gettin a tatoo, or is she?I better keep my eye on her, nat said to her self

[↑ELISE↓]

Regan had decided that Oliver needed a job. Enough said. Once Regan had her mind set, there was no going back. Oh no. So what was better than at Inkling? Almost all of his body was covered in tattoos. So now the twenty year old was an “apprentice” tattoo artist, managing the shop, cleaning up, handling money, keeping records, and doing some tattoos. Well, it kept him busy and off of depression.

Oliver now stood at the counter while some of the other artists tattooed and watched. He sighed, waiting for a customer to come in. Flipping hair out of his enchanting yellow-green eyes, he tried to count all of his separate tattoos. “One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Eh, I give up.” he said aloud, pretty bored. His hands were itching to tattoo.