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Jake Masters

"Every tattoo means something. Even if it's 'hell I really love mermaids' and I think that's important."

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a character in “Midnight Ink”, originally authored by CharlotteV, as played by RolePlayGateway

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† GENERAL INFO †
Preferred Name: "I go by Jake most of the time."
Ethnicity: "Uh...German decent but like...American. What the fuck is Ethnicity, I don't even know how to answer this."
Birth Date: "October 30. So close to Halloween. So fucking close."
Age: "Twenty-Five. I'm getting old. Dammnit."
Sexuality: "Girls kind of scare the shit out of me if I'm being honest."




Image† APPEARANCE †
Height: 6'
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:

Due to his light complexion, most of Jake's scars fade away or simply become overlooked in favor of the vast amount of colorful tattoos that decorate at least eighty percent of his body. In all honesty, the majority of Jake's scars are nothing spectacular; just leftover marks from childhood. He does have a few interesting ones though -- his left ear is nicked at the top, enough so that there's a noticeable split on the upper shell (he calls it his 'kitty mark'), he has one in his inner thigh that's large, gashed, and kind of horrible to look at (he tried climbing a barbwire fence), and a slice through his ring finger from playing Five Finger Fillet and "slipping".

Jake has more tattoos than scars, though he can't even tell you how many or where they all are. Both of his arms are work-in-progress sleeves, he has two on his chest, and a wide collection of others.

He only has a few piercings: both of his ears (usually filled by small Batman gauges), the right side of his lip, and the left side of his nose. Generally he wears silver hoops through them, but on occasion he will switch them out.

Jake's tall and lean, made up of wiry muscles that he's usually too lazy to put any real work into. His long limbs are either accompanied by shocking grace or flailing arms and legs, depending on the day.

His hair has a tendency to never really stay the same. Sometimes he grows it out, cuts it off, dyes it odd colors, lets it be shaggy, styles it, ect. Currently it's short, dark brown, shaved on one side but falls in his eyes a lot.

He wears mostly black and can usually be seen in band tee shirts..




† PERSONALITY †Image
Jake is, to put it lightly, an asshole. He's got a loud mouth on him, constantly pared with sarcastic comments and pushy dares. He's never been known for being able to shut up and sit down.

A hyperactive little bastard, Jake is just in love with being alive. He thrives on energy and taking risks that he never thinks out. He's quick to laugh, smile, and cry. He's a talkative little thing and will ramble through just about any silence, but he's oddly tight lipped about his personal life. He's smarter than he pretends to be, but usually doesn't put those talents to work until he's about to get his ass in some kind of trouble. He makes bets way too easily, makes decisions at the drop of a pen, jumps without looking. As a general rule, his mind is spinning constantly and it's safe to assume he's already thought three steps ahead.

He never quite seems to...relax. Constantly moving, even when he's standing still. Most people are amazed he can tattoo, because even when he's drawing he has a tendency to get up and walk around or climb the stool he's sitting on. In fact, the only way anyone has ever seen him calm is after putting an ink gun in his hand.

Jake can be rough around the edges, a little dark and shady, and brutally honest. His half smirks can make people extremely uncomfortable, as well as the fact that he seems to overhear everything. He's a bit of a bad influence, with a devil-may-care attitude and a small addiction problem to things, people, and certain lifestyle rushes. He's loyal and carefree, creative and reckless, and loves openly.



Role: "I own Midnight Ink. Well, co-own technically, but I opened it so whatever."
Skills: "Drawing and Tattooing, obviously. I'm actually a good chess player. Does drinking count as a skill? And I'm a fucking amazing cuddler, just saying."
Art Type: "New School. It's just...I like the colors and getting to be a little bit crazy."





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† HISTORY †
Relationship Status: "I'm doomed to die alone...maybe I'll buy another cat..."
Friends & Family: "I mean, I have Role 2 and she's pretty cool. And [Role 6] is my best mate, but I kind of consider everyone at the studio family on some level."
The Masters Family: Fiona Masters | Richard Masters | Blake Masters | Julia Masters | Jakob Masters | Elizabeth "Effy" Masters | Lucy Masters
Known Languages: "English and uh...do swear words count as a language?"

Jake grew up poor, in a small home with a big family and not enough money to cover them all. Their parents were always gone, working themselves to the bone trying to survive -- Fiona at the diner down town and Richard at the garage on the East side with their oldest son Blake. The remaining Masters kids mostly raised themselves...which meant they were left to their own devices and eventually spun out of control.

Julia did her best trying to be the driving force in the Masters household -- she took care of herself, the housework, and the other three kids for the most part. Unfortunately, she was too young to play mother, and try as she might the broken pieces of their family never quite fit together. Jake had the hardest time at school. He was too quirky, eccentric, loud and restless compared to the sensible teachers and classmates he had. Despite being effortlessly smart (especially in math and english), Jake had no drive when it came to learning. By the time he was a freshman he was failing every class but art. Eventually, however, it was the fighting that got him expelled.

At sixteen Jake found himself more alone than he had been before. Parents absent as ever, Blake in prison, and Julia off to art school left the weight of the world on his shoulders. Try as he might, Jake was never the embodiment of 'mature', and things quickly slipped through his fingers. Lucy mostly took care of herself, but Effy's drug habit had become something that could no longer be ignored. To keep himself sane he looked for a job. In the span of one year he spiraled through being fired and storming out of every place he ever walked into: supermarkets, game stores, gas stations, bars, anywhere that would even look at him without a Highschool education.

Eventually, he wound up in a cafe, working the midnight shifts where he usually busied himself with drawing. It was there that he met Matt Berks, who commented on the sketch that would eventually turn into the first tattoo Jake ever got, and what lead to Matt asking him if he had ever considered being a tattoo artist himself.

The question sent Jake on a whirlwind that prompted him to get back into taking art classes and accepting an apprenticeship. Three years later found Jake with the means to open his own studio. Which he did, with Mason at his side. All in. Go big, or go home.

As the plans were finishing and Jake was in the transition of moving into the flat above his new parlor, Julia's weekly phone calls took a turn for the worst -- she was no longer able to even pretend like she was handling the situation at school. After a what do I do conversation, Jake offered her a spot in his new studio. Really, it's one of the greatest decisions he's ever made.

Mason and Jake met as kids. They grew up in the same neighborhood, with similar backgrounds, but never really spoke to each other. Until one day when fate happened to throw them into the same convenient store only hours after Julia admitted they didn't have enough money for Jake to buy his favorite candy bar. Out of the prying eyes of his sister, Jake came up with the brilliant idea to take said candy bar (and many others) by stuffing them down his pants.

It wasn't usual for kids to constantly take things from the store, but Jake's attempt was the one that finally pushed the owner over the edge. Mason - five years old at the time - approached the other boy in attempt to tell him "No. Stealing is wrong. Put the candy back or pay for it." Which resulted in a heated argument only halted when the cops showed up.

Needless to say, the boys ran, tearing their way out of the convenient store with more damage that it was worth, but getting away. They sealed their life long friendship over stolen snicker bars and chocolatey fingers. To this day it's not uncommon for Jake to throw a smirk his best friend's way, only to be met with a wary glance and a: "are we gunna be running from the cops again?"

Other: Jake has two cats that live in his apartment with him. Nala is an all white rescue cat who hates everyone except for Jake. Asher was a pound kitten and is extremely friendly, but always getting into trouble.




†They Don't Need to Understand†

So begins...

Jake Masters's Story

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Jake was up early, which was odd for him -- despite co-owning Midnight Ink he was actually usually the last one to show up for work. Generally because Julia made sure to nag him into actually doing his job. It didn't really matter who showed up first though, everyone pretty much had a key by this point.

Despite the fact that he was down in the studio, the blinds were still pulled tight, a sign out front claiming they were closed, even though Black Veil Brides was blasting from the radio loud enough to be heard by everyone. Jake (in a fashion clearly stating he shouldn't be allowed to be the owner of anything, even partially) wasn't decent enough to be the one opening anyway -- only wearing a pair of low slung black and white pajama pants and socks. Which he was sliding around on. Dangerously.

Pens slipped between his fingers with practiced ease, using thicker points to create better lines or thinner ones to work on details. He moved around the entire shop as he drew -- from his personal desk, to the front counter, to the floor even at one point. As far as he was concerned yes the drawing surfaces mattered.

The newest sketch he was working on was for a girl named Amy Rose, who already had more than one tattoo that Jake had drawn personally. She was a quirky girl, colorful and unique, just like every tattoo she had. The newest piece was going along her side, a mix of New Style and American Traditional art and it had been keeping him up for weeks now.

The main image was girl, head tossed back, arms up, hair everywhere, topless, and an octopus from the waist down. The detail was excruciating, each tail taking on an individual personality, each tentacle and strand of hair needing to be different in one way or another. He hadn't even gotten to the coloring yet...or the background, which was mostly underwater as much as he could stretch across Amy's skin before he had to fade it out.

Jake grabbed his paper again, spinning back towards the drawing station (nearly falling twice) and climbing his way up the stool until he was comfortable enough to start drawing again.

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Beeep. Beeep. Beeep. Beeep...

Margarette Rae Arlington woke to the aggravating sound of her bedside clock. Without rising from the comfort of her bed, instead she dragged her hand out from beneath the heavy mountain of blankets that hovered over her, and hit the 'snooze button.' At the same time, her cell phone began to ring its usual tune Drunk by Ed Sheeran beside her. She puffed out a sigh and fumbled her hand on her bedside table. Having to have found it; she scanned at the caller id and noticed that it was from Matt, of course. Maggie's foster brother, Matt. She and Matt have this "complicated" relationship; the typical sneaking each other glances from across the room, and brushing shoulders when passing. Though, they're not allowed to have a romance interest of any kind due to being siblings by law, or else there'll be a huge problem for the both of them. However, Maggie never really understood why they even call it a complicated relationship in the first place. I like you. You like me. So, why does this have to be so complicated?


To:Maggie
From:Matt

Morning, Mags. It's 9 p.m in Cali right now and I'm just about to call it a night.
Wasn't going to sleep w/o telling my favorite girl g'night, though. I miss you like
hell already, but like I said, I just wanted to say good night, and try not to be late
for work today, or Med school. You have got to get your lazy, cute butt up somehow.
Gotta go now. G'night. Msg you when I can.



It read. Maggie had nearly forgotten that Matt was all the way across the country at the moment due to his acting career. The time apart has left their relationship questioning. Especially since they hardly had time to talk because of his busy schedule that stayed full. Let's face it, while he is surrounded by thousands of beautiful, exotic California girls, some of which who are actors maybe even fans, she was still in New York living her same-old, same-old life as a tattooist at Midnight Ink and a student at New York University School of Medicine. Days like this makes Maggie realize why she has ever given up drinking.


To:Matt
From:Maggie

K, I'll c u in the morning which would be night in NY. Have a good sleep.♥
P.S.-Since when was my butt ever cute??? Looks more like flat cardboard to me.


After she proofread her message-twice-for any typographical errors that she is known to make occasionally, she threw back her sheets, hopped out of bed, and began her usual morning routine.





It was already seven when Maggie was finished getting dressed. She wrestled with her hair until she tied it into a somewhat satisfying bun, removed her keys to her Toyota that laid in its place on the kitchen counter and headed for the door. It wasn't long had she eased her way into the drivers seat, reversed her car out the driveway of her apartment complex, and was now heading toward McDonalds. "Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?" she heard someone say through the intercom. The voice sounded like a male. A male that clearly was tired of taking countless orders, and wanted nothing more then to go back home where the comfort of his bed greeted him.

Maggie found herself feeling sorry for the guy.

After ordering a sausage mcmuffin with no eggs, two hashbrowns, a mcCafé Coffee, and an extra mcCafé caramel mocha, she was back on the road again and made her way to Midnight Ink. She heard music blaring from inside, and realized that she wasn't the only one here this early in the morning. Which was weird. Maggie was always known for being the first one to arrive. If not her, then her boss and buddy Jake Masters.

Inside, she found Jake doodling idly in his sketch pad without even realizing her. Maggie crept from behind and startled him, "Boo!" she shouted before taking a seat next to him on a stool. She slid the caramel mocha and one of her hash browns over towards him. "What're you doing here early in the morning?"

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Julia awoke to an empty apartment.

It didn't worry her. Occasionally Jake decided to actually get off his ass and be productive. The only question was if he'd fed the cats yet - if he hadn't she would have to, and she didn't really like those cats much. Tentatively she poked her head around her bedroom door, and deciding that the coast was clear, headed out.

Loud meows sounded from the kitchen. Julia sighed, mentally steeling herself to face the cats' judgemental stares (could cats stare?). Damn Jake and his cats. She glanced into the kitchen and started to laugh. Asher, sweet little kitten, had left little gifts on the kitchen floor. He sat proudly by the carcasses, then turned to blink at Nala who had apparently not caught any prey.

Clicking her tongue at the insouciant cat, Julia swept the dead animals up and disposed of them, then poured kibble into their bowls. The kettle was boiled; that was good, coffee was next. While she read the papers at the table, Julia carefully wound her hair into a crown braid, holding it in place with a few pins. She took her time, knowing it was way early to be heading down to the shop to sit at the counter, staring the multiple designs adorning the walls.

A slow half an hour later, Julia wandered back into her room and got dressed, then thumped down the stairs to Midnight Ink, bagel and a fresh cup of coffee in hand. "Good morning!" she chirped, spotting Maggie's blond head. "How's everyone this morning? Alright? Great? Jake, your cats left me dead mice because you didn't feed them, you irresponsible boy."

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"Roanoke." Jay grumbled, turning to bury his head into his pillow instead of being slobbered on by his great dane. Of course his trusty companion didn't give up and finally dropped on top of him. "Alright, alright I'm up you big goof." He laughed, as he shoved his companion off him. He stretched, got up, used the bathroom, and headed into the kitchen to food for both himself and Roanoke. As he munched on a giant stuffed omelette, hash browns, and some fruit, Jay looked through his sketch book. Four of the drawing had purpose (they were for customers that would be coming in throughout the week), while other's were his 'I'm so fucking bored I need to be productive without actually being productive' sketches.
He placed down his book to find Roanoke staring at him. "What? You want to go for a run?" His friend started spazzing at the prospect of going outside. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" The dog bolted for the door as Jay quickly changed into a pair of basketball shorts, A Day to Remember loose fitting tank, and his boots. He pulled back his chin length hair and headed out the door for the run he always went on. The pair ran all over the place before winding up at a local cafe that they always visited. After picking up some food, they headed to work that surprisingly had Jake already inside.
"Heyo." He greeted his friends while heading to the rest room to change into jeans and another tank. Once finished, he walked behind the counter where Roanoke laid chewing on a toy that was left behind the last time he was there. Since no customers had arrived yet, Jay continued on his sketches.

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Sienna was not having a great day thus far.

"Ryder, let me go," Sienna snapped, trying to free her left wrist from his tight grasp. Reflexively, his grip tightened and she winced. They stood beside her car and he refused to allow her to leave. It was the first time that he brought his insistence on the continuation of their relationship to her work place. The last place she needed her drama to be brought to.

"Not until you stop fakin' on me," he replied, looming over her diminutive frame with his gigantic one. At least, it always felt like he was a giant when he was in these moods. She pushed at his chest at another futile attempt for him to leave her alone and he grasped her other wrist, causing Sienna to drop her bag. "I don't even know why you work here. I already told you to stop working with these crack heads." Sienna narrowed her eyes and tried to pull herself from his hold to no avail.

"Do not bring them into this." Her tone had turned testy even as she attempted to keep it quiet. She didn't want the others, if they were in, to hear this. The last thing she needed was one more person to insert themselves into this issue. Her sister already was pissed with her for not getting the cops involved at this point. "I like them, and that's all you need to be worried about. Go shoot up some joint with Davon or something." Ryder narrowed his eyes at that and squeezed her wrists more, wrenching a small cry from the girl.

"Don't push me, Sia."

"Just let me go! You're hurting...me!" With that cry, Sienna gave one good shove, which managed to knock Ryder off his kilter. He released her in surprise and took a few steps back and Sienna pulled into herself, rubbing at the sore skin of her wrists. Knowing her, they would bruise quite easily and she wasn't wearing enough bracelets to cover both. As if suddenly realizing that he had been too rough, Ryder's eyes widened and his entire stance went from intimidating and angry to apologetic and sorrowful.

"Whoa, I'm sorry, babe," he said in a much gentler tone and took one step towards her. Instinctively, Sienna backed up until her back touched her car. She was still gripping her wrist to her chest. Neither spoke for a minute and she looked anywhere else but at him. She heard a sigh from him and when she glanced at Ryder, his hands were shoved deep in his pockets. "Look, I'll just call you later and check on you, alright? You gotta stop avoiding me, ok?" Sienna didn't say anything when he approached her and nearly jumped out of her skin when his arms went around her waist.

At one point, these arms had been comforting. She used to be able to actually relax here; cuddle after homework and classes and just forget that she'd have to start the entire process all over again. But then...Ryder...changed and suddenly, the same hands she felt safe in scared her. He had never hit her, but moments like these made it near impossible for her to not to believe a situation like that implausible.

"We good?" He muttered that into her hairline, pressing them tightly together. A moment of tenderness that should have been comforting was more suffocating and Sienna wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as she could. So, she nodded obediently.

"Yeah, ok. We're good," she replied, voice despondent and eyes no longer focusing on him. She didn't move until Ryder had already walked off and wandered around the corner. Finally, taking a breath, Sienna fixed her somewhat rumpled clothes, raked a shaky hand through her hair, grabbed her bag, and finished locking her car. When she made it inside, she flashed a brilliant smile at her friends and co-workers present, "Hey, guys! Wassup?"

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Mason jolts awake to the blaring sound of his phone going off. With a groan he searches for the offending object on his night stand. He checks the time and notices that he's slept through two alarms and three phone calls. Great... He groggily gets out of bed and goes about his usually morning routine, only rushing a little bit. He's sure he won't be late but doesn't feel like making it a possibility. Halfway through filling up his second cup of coffee his phone starts ringing again. He considers not answering, feeling as if its too early to make the effort in holding any sort of conversation, but ultimately decides it must be something important.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Mason! Hey, I've been trying to get a hold of you forever," Mason winces a little as Jessie's high pitched voice comes through the speaker. He sets his coffee aside and moves to his living room to gather up his keys and wallet. "What could you possibly need that has you calling me this early in the morning?" Mason knew one day his lenient nature towards her would bite him, and he wonders if today is going to be that day.

"Well....You see mom's been really, really busy." She pauses, as if waiting for him to fill in the blanks. Mason doesn't, allowing her to struggle with what she's trying to ask. He already knows where this is going, but he isn't going to make anything easy for her. Instead he busies himself with putting Binx into her kennel and making sure his front door is locked before heading out. "I'm heading into work so if you're trying to ask something you better do it now." He stresses, prompting her to get over whatever it is that's stopping her from asking.

"I just...Can I crash at your place for a while, just while moms gone?"

Mason can hear her make a noise of annoyance on the other end of the line. He bypasses his car, deciding that since he isn't so far from the shop anyways it'll be easier just to walk there instead of taking the risk of losing his prime parking spot. Sure he'll get there a little bit later than he would if he were to take his car, but he figures a little exercise won't do any harm.

"She's always gone, and I can't take you to school you know, you can't skip either so don't even try that with me."

"Well damn, there goes that plan," She mumbles in a sarcastic tone, "I'm not stupid you know, I can get myself there."

"You better have bus money because you aren't taking my car." He answers her, and he knows just by his answer that he's already lost and given her the go ahead. "Speaking of, shouldn't you be in school right now?" He asks, a warning tone in his voice. The other side of the line goes silent, before Jessie starts fake coughing.

"I'm sick," She answers, meekly.

"Uh huh." He answers, completely disbelieving, "You have a key, I'm almost at work now I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, talk to you later."

Mason sighs and pockets his phone.





Truthfully he wasn't almost at work yet, but the physical act of staying on the line with her that long was already giving him a head ache. Besides he didn't want to get anymore stressed out before going into work. Mason stops off at the closest gas station first so he can grab another cup of coffee, finding it hard to function without it, before finding himself finally at work.

He notices when he walks in that he is indeed the last to arrive, even Jake was already there. Mason wasn't ever earlier than needed but he had never been the last to show up before. "You know it would probably be a good idea to advertise that we are open," He tells the others, deadpan. He looks pointedly towards Jake but notices that he is still in his pajamas, which pretty much explains why he didn't already open. Mason sighs, finishes off his final cup of coffee and goes to open up.

"How is everyone?" He asks distantly, not particularly sounding concerned but all the same asking.

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Jay couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered Jake's face when Roanoke passed by. Honestly, he's known the dog since it was a pup, you'd think he'd be okay with Jay's constant companion. But alas, Jay's friend still is uncomfortable with Raonoke. Oh well. He watched as the rest of the merry band arrived. Sienna arrived next with a cheerful smile that hid her true feelings. Jay could point out those smiles on basically anyone. He was the king of the 'I'm okay smile' when he was growing up. He had to convice other somehow that his family wasn't fucked up so a fake happy smile it was. Over the years that smile turned real, but he could still pick them out from a crowd. But he decided against saying anything. If Sienna didn't want to talk about it, then he wouldn't push her. It probably had to do with her boyfriend. Met him once or twice and was never a fan. Roanoke tended to stay clear of the guy so yeah, not a fan.
Last to arrivewas Mason. He commented about the sign not being flipped which caused Jay to chuckle. Probably would have taken them a while to figure out why the place wasn't getting customers if it wasn't for Mason. Then again one of the girls probably would have noticed and commented about how none had noticed.
He watched as Jake slid over to Maggie, grab his cup, and greeted, "Morning everyone!" Jay greeted back, his left hand doodling as he rested his chin in his right palm. "What's the agenda for the day?" His question had become almost ritualistic at this point. Never was there ever a repeat day at Midnight Ink.

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Maggie was awing at Jake's exquisite art work when his sister, Julia came in -radiated as ever- with a, "Good morning!" To Maggie, and a, "your cats left me dead mice because you didn't feed them, you irresponsible boy." To Jake. Maggie was shocked to hear that Jake still carried his cats around. She knew that he still would be, but she didn't really want to admit to it. At that moment Jayce came in, followed by his dog, Roanoke . "Heyo." he said, though Maggie paid no attention to him as she hurried over and snatched up Roanoke. "Goodness gway-shush," she said to him, "you just get cuter and cuter every single day." Maggie glanced over at Jake to find him wrinkling his nose in displeasure. He clearly didn't like dogs, having to live with so many damn cats, it was kind of obvious. Maggie on the other hand loves them, though she has way too much time own her hands to actually buy one. She'd rather claim Jay's as one of her own.

"Hey, guys! Wassup?" Maggie was rubbing noses with Roanoke when Sienna came in the shop. Good ole' CC. The highlight of Maggie's life aside from Roanoke, however she seemed unusual when she first had entered. Almost as though she was nothing but a walking dead corpse. There had to be something upsetting her, but Maggie became sidetracked by Mason's sudden arrival from behind. "You know it would probably be a good idea to advertise that we are open," he said a bit impassive that even Maggie herself couldn't tell if he was either elated, irritated, or possibly both.

At that, the whole gang was here. Jake went over to Mason to tell him something before returning to sit next to her. "Morning everyone!" he greeted.

"Morning everyone!" Jay greeted back. "What's the agenda for the day?"

"Well, Maggie began, I'm thinking of kidnapping Roanoke and two, Jake seems to be having quite a bit of problem with a tattoo sketch for one of his customer, Amy Rose isn't it? She prefers something that I would occasionally do for my customers. I mean, if you want Jake I can take up for her." she added, looking over at him with Roanoke on her lap.

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Julia settled herself behind the counter, trailing her fingers through Roanoke's fur as she passed. "I'm just gonna stay here," she offered. As always, she added mentally, smiling. Her job consisted mostly of manning the counter, which was a more stable occupation. As of present she didn't have any projects, so most of the day was whiled away perched at the counter, watching Roanoke sleep and the rest draw tattoo designs. To her credit, she did do some designing herself, although they weren't always used.

She reached out to Sienna from behind the counter. She'd taken a liking to the younger girl, her brightness and cheekiness appealing to her instantly. "Hey, girl. Have you been arrested recently or something?" she asked quietly, gaze dropping to the girl's wrists. "Seems you've been getting bruises and stuff recently where you shouldn't." Red was ringed around them, and though Julia couldn't tell anything for sure, she'd seen Sienna's boyfriend around a few times and didn't like him much. Checking under the counter, she found a tube of soothing cream she kept around for emergencies, and offered it to Sienna. "Do you want some ice or something? I can run upstairs and get some if you'd like."

"Yeah, Jay, great thinking," she added to Jayce just as he flipped the sign. "You should take over or something, I think if nobody reminded Jake to open up every morning, we'd probably have gone bankrupt and closed down long ago."

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Sienna knew that she hadn't painted enough of a bright smile on her face the second the words left her mouth and she had to fight herself from glowering. She didn't want to think about Ryder or bring it to the shop, not yet. Not when she was pretty sure he wasn't bold enough to do anything more than bitch and moan about who she spent her time with. No, it wasn't that important. Besides, the last thing she needed was to explain why her life was so complicated when she was pretty sure a lot of people had it worse than her. She was just about to spew out another form of greeting when she heard Mason enter and a grin formed on her lips.

"Whoa there, boss man. I just got here," Sienna replied cheekily, dimples fully blooming. She winked at Maggie on her way to her little station and dropped off her bag. She turned around to say more, but found herself beside Julia in a matter of seconds. Sienna's brow furrowed just slightly in confusion before Julia's words sunk in. She followed Julia's gaze down to her wrists, which seemed to be worsening. Or maybe Sienna was being overdramatic. "It's nothing, really. Just..." Sienna trailed off at that; it was pretty obvious to her and probably to Julia that she was lying through her damn teeth and there was no excuse she could make. She smiled appreciatively when Julia handed her some cream. "Thanks, hon." If she didn't want to draw too much attention to the situation, Sienna would have hugged Julia.

Screw it!

Sienna reached over to pull the woman into a warm embrace, a real smile forming on her face despite the fucked up morning. "You're the best," she whispered.

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Sienna's hesitation made Julia more sure, if that was ever possible, of the fact that something wasn't quite right with her. She kept calm, however, trying to help the girl feel more at ease. "You're welcome," she returned in a low voice.

It might have been the end of that conversation, and Julia started to turn away to deal with other matters, when Sienna pulled her into a hug. Julia, pleasantly surprised, patted her back gently, just holding her. A moment later, she pulled away, holding Sienna at arm's length.

"I am," she conceded teasingly. "And you," here she squeezed Sienna's shoulder, "need to get to work instead of being sappy. I'll bring one of Jake's cats down for you later if you want to squeeze something and be cute over it."

It was as if the rest of their colleagues weren't around anymore - at that point, all Julia cared about was Sienna's wellbeing. The girl was not all right, and damned if Julia wasn't going to find some way to fix it. She turned away, pretending to search for the book that detailed the day's schedules, trying to keep a lid on the anger rising quietly in her. She never got angry, she was the picture of self-control, and that would not break today.

Julia looked up at the rest. "Maggie and Jake, y'all had better decide who's taking charge of Amy Rose. She's coming in today, isn't she? And Jay - I got a guy the other day hoping you could do something for him, I think he'll be coming by either today or tomorrow," she commented casually, now trying almost as hard as Sienna to hide her emotions. The difference was she did a better job of it.