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Maggie Rae

"Don't judge me by my past. I don't live there anymore."

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

Description

Image"Give Me Love": Ed Sheeran || "A Drop In The Ocean" : Ron Pope|| "Drunk": Ed Sheeran || "Radioactive": Imagine Dragons || "Skinny Love": Birdy || "Passerby": Allie MossImage



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I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay awake for days
If that's what you want
Be your number one




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|{Full Name}|
Margarette Rae W̶i̶l̶s̶o̶n̶ Arlington
"It's pronounced Mar-ger-rette Ray Ar-ling-ton."
|{Nickname(s)}|
Maggie||Mags||Swaggie Maggie||Rae||Arlington||B̶l̶o̶n̶d̶i̶e̶
"I've got more than enough nicknames I can count."
|{Ethnicity}|
British 89%||Canadian 10%||American 73%
"Ancestry.com helped a lot. You should try it."
|{Birth Date}|
August 15, 1990
"90's baby."
|{Age}
Twenty-four||24
"Phew. Am I getting older or what?"
|{Sexuality}|
Heteroflexible||Pansexual
"Straight? Hah! So is spaghetti until you heat it up."




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But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
'Cause I'm only human




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|{Height}|
5'8''||1.72m

|{Weight}|
123lbs||51kg

|{Distinguishing Marks}|
Margarette has a few scars here and there from her days being abused by her birth father. In addition, she has a collection of tattoos in varies ares around her body. From her right foot to her left, the right index finger to her right wrist, the neck to her left bicep and down her right side rib cage.

|{Detailed}|
w.i.p




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I can fake a smile
I can force a laugh
I can dance and play the part
If that's what you ask
Give you all I am




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|{Personality}|
Margarette Rae is usually the one bringing nothing but smiles to Midnight Ink. From her quick-wits to her lively sense of humor that helps her with amusing jokes. Of course, a quick wit also helps with insults. Of course, a quick wit also helps with insults. Maggie has her rivals, those that have insulted her or wronged her in some way over the years. Grudges are rarely forgotten, and, while Maggie would never waste her time by going out of her way to antagonize another, she will treat them with a disdainful glare and a snide comment in passing. She can be particularly cold to those that have deceived her in her past life.

Confidence has never been an issue for Maggie, and neither has finding someone to talk with. She's a complete extrovert who surrounds herself with people whenever possible. She's a fun person to be around, and enjoys seeing her friends happy too. She isn't particularly concerned with being the center of attention, she'll happily take a back seat when it's a friend's time to shine. She can be rather flirtatious too, usually playfully with friends, although she's been known to teasingly wink at a passing, shy student merely to see them blush.

A confident, witty girl with one hell of a stubborn streak, Maggie isn't used to backing down. She'll stick to her guns no matter the pressure, often stubbornly refusing to admit when she's actually wrong too. She may actually realize when she's wrong, but a mixture of pride and disliking being proven wrong usually results in her refusing to admit as much. It usually takes a push from a friend and sucking up her pride for her to verbally admit as much.

Aside from her strong-will, Maggie is often described by her peers as "always scanning the surroundings", and "has the silky voice of a sociopath (and) the resigned stance of a long-distance runner" and projected an unflappable determination. However, she often is outwardly taciturn and stoic, rarely allowing any dangerous elements to penetrate her thoughts. She has been clinically diagnosed with low latent inhibition, a condition in which her brain is more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment. As a result of this condition, she is unable to block out periphery information and instead processes every aspect and detail of any given stimulus. This, combined with an insanely high IQ theoretically makes her a creative genius. She's also able to define every word out the dictionary precisely. Her intelligence is well noticed even by pretty much everyone

Maggie wouldn't be surprised if she found her own name as the definition for 'clumsy' because she is a total klutz! She'll trip, drop things and the like. It's probably likely to be annoying and utterly hu-mil-i-at-ing more than anything. She can literally trip over her own feet, and is more likely to break objects when interacting with them. Nonetheless, it's indescribably adorable and like her to do such a thing.

Maggie’s possibly biggest personality trait is her compassion. She cares for people and their well-being, even those she just met, sincerely. Nonetheless, Maggie has a big heart. She loves cooking for her co-workers, making sure they have full bellies, and taking care of them when they feel bad. She’s very playful and if she notices someone in a bad mood she tends to joke around with them until they at least crack a smile, and don’t get her started on wrestling. She is a physical person as it is- combine that with a feisty female and you have a troublesome combination. A male could be simply walking by her and all of a sudden Maggie could have them tackled to the ground, or, at least, try to have them there. She’s always trying to best one of the males in a wrestling match. Maggie also has the tendency of blaring music on the radio in the kitchen while she cooks, then lip-sing to whoever manages to find his or her self in the kitchen with her. It’s humorous, to say the least. The young woman also shows affection quite a bit, if it’s cuddling and or hugging someone upset or simply resting a hand on their shoulder so they know at least someone’s there for them.




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|{Role}|
#5||Tattooist - takes on apprentices occasionally

|{Skills}|
Playing the drums||Tattooing||Chess||Sudoku||Memorizing||Schmoozing||Sign Language||
Sketching||Mental math||Sports; track and field, softball, cross-country, wrestling, lacrosse||l̶y̶i̶n̶g̶||
Making people laugh||Science||Sewing, stitching||Cooking||Baking||Eating||Analytical

|{Art Type}|
American Traditional - tattoos such as mermaids, ships, anchors, pin ups, banners and sparrows. Usually heavily outlined and lightly colored.





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I can turn it on
Be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that's what you need
Be your everything




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|{History}|
Margarette Rae Wilson (Maggie Rae) was born on August 15, 1990 in London, England by plastic surgeon Robert M. Wilson and his deceased wife Catherine. As a child, Maggie has been transferred to at least fifteen different schools within a year from her father's job. This typically means that she never had a large abundance of friends, nor did she ever have a friend for that matter. The old teddy bear, Charlie her mother had once given her out of the blue was her best and only friend. Wherever she went, Charlie went with her. One day at school Maggie brought Charlie to class and had gotten in trouble for it because her teacher said that it was a distraction to the other children and that she had to get rid of it. However, Maggie never listened. She wasn't going to put Charlie away, not if her life depended on it because something about that old, worn out teddy bear meant something more to her.

At age nine, a lot of things went wrong. Her father lost his job and the family had to rely on food stamps to keep them surviving, her mother got really sick, and Maggie has been a huge problem at school; not listening to the teacher, threw short tantrums during class, and sometimes fought with the other students. It went on for a few months until one day Catherine died of Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML). The day was devastating for Maggie and her father. Especially for Robert, not only did he have to raise a kid all on his own, but he was doing it unemployed. All the pressure and stress he withheld lead him to become drug addict and an alcoholic. Maggie stayed her distance as she watched her father drown himself in varies alcohol and inhaling cocaine in his nostrils. He even often left her home alone late at night to the point where she felt as if she didn't even have parents anymore. She only took care of herself.

Four years had passed, and things were starting to progress. Maggie's grades were beginning to raise, she made at least two really good friends, and her teacher had no problem with her. It was one day when her father had came home late -drunk-. He stumbled over to where Maggie was finishing her homework, and yelled at her for no reason. 'You little bitch! Walking around as if you did nothing. You killed your mother and you know it. You're rotten, worthless, you absolutely mean nothing to me. I wish it were you instead of your mother!' Then he stripped Maggie down, and began to beat her until she was one the floor bleeding and asking for mercy. From that point on he left her there on the floor and walked out the house, out of her life. It was her next door neighbors two American visiters, Floral and George Arlinton, who found Maggie. They found her on the floor nearly un-conscious and rushed her to the closest hospital. The cops and news already beat them there after they overheard that a thirteen year-old had been beaten to death by her dead-beat father. When Maggie was able to speak they asked her a few questions one of which if she had a place to stay for the time being. 'My mum died when I was nine, and I have no place to stay. No one else wants me.' Her words stabbed at Floral's heart, and she immediately knew that this little girl needed a place to stay.

Now as the years passed, Maggie has been adopted into the Arlington family where she is the fourth child of five. When Maggie turned fifteen, Floral and George moved the family back to the U.S where Maggie believes to have been raised til' this day. She loves her new family and is more than grateful that they took the courage to welcome her into their family. Although, she is starting to develop a romance interest for her foster brother, Matt. They know that they aren't suppose to be seen as a couple due to being siblings, however, they're trying to hide their love.

Ever since Maggie got a job at Midnight Ink, it's as if a new her has made way. She is always a supporter of her co-workers and love them dearly. She'll never regret her days working there.

|{Relationship Status}|
[Single. In a way..]
Maggie is in this complicated relationship with her foster brother, Matt Arlington. Because they are siblings by law, they are forbidden to ever being together in the real world.

|{Family and Friends}|
George Arlington||Foster father of Maggie||43||Alive
Floral Arlinton||Foster mother of Maggie||41||Alive
Matt Arlington||Foster brother of Maggie||24||Alive
Thomas Arligton||Foster brother of Maggie||18||Alive
Hadley Arlington||Foster sister of Maggie||14||Alive
Destiny Arlington||Foster sister of Maggie||10||Alive
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Robert M. Wilson||Birth father of Maggie||37||Alive
Catherine Wilson||Birth mother of Maggie||38||DECEASED
Vivian Estwick||Step mother of Maggie||42||Alive
Carly Wilson||Step sister of Maggie||8||Alive

|{Known Languages}|
French||English||Sign Language





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Pm me, Magical_Pineapples, about any character relations you might have in mind between my character and yours. I would love to chat up with my fellow role players. ;)

So begins...

Maggie Rae's Story

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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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"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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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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Character Portrait: Jake Masters Character Portrait: Julia E. Masters Character Portrait: Maggie Rae Character Portrait: Sienna Lehman Character Portrait: Mason Caspar Character Portrait: Jayce Nox
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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.