Pierced Soul {OPEN}

[kanin]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ Kanin looked aroundthe shop as people kept coming in and out. Selling piercings and jewelry was normal for him. Standing there he welcomed his customers and nodded when they told him what they wanted. Sighing as he looked at the time. it was almost time for his shift to be over so he could't wait to get out there for once. He was tired and didn't get to much sleep the night before. Once it was time for him to leave he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder as he waved at the other showing he was heading out now. He made sure everyone was taking care of before leaving like he normally did. Making his way out the shop he started to wonder what he wanted to do for the day. But then again he didn't have nothing else to do. It wasn't like he had friends or knew anyone but his fellow employers. So like he always did he stood outside the shop for a bit. Sitting on bench as he watched others pass him by. Fixing his beanie he laughed a bit, smirking even. As he sat there he closed his eyes relaxing for a bit before heading home. Giving out a small, Tch, he rolled his eyes. Kanin was a rather tall and slender man. He had, short messy blond hair. He eyes were lime green He was covered with piercings on his face, ears and several more hidden by his clothes. His hands were bandaged on both of his hands.He had on a black and white collar shirt with a green tie with two pins. The bottom pin, hang with a green string connects to a pin with his groups mascot. His yellow and pink pins have an image of a bunny. He wore black pants with a bunny face cubs hanging onto his waists. Kanin's had a black beanie hat with green braided strings hanging off in the top of his hat. The outer is designed with Usagimodokis and a huge pin with a yellow smiley face grinning with blood coming out of its mouth.

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[ORVILLE J.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top]	[atrb=valign,top] ◄	The blonde pouted as he was shoved out the door by his overzealous aunt. “Just go give out fliers and stop brooding in my shop!” The older blonde demanded, flushed from the excitement. Bountiful Paradise in the process of being re-RE decorated by her. Orville could only take the stack into his arms and bemoan the job. The woman obviously wasn’t ready to open the shop but she insisted on hyping up the place. “Auntie, can we not-” he began, his tone sweet ready to layer on the praise. Before any of the saccharine words reached the woman the shop door was slammed shut and locked. The teenager could still see the woman grinning at him and giving him a small wave before turning her back on him. “Perfect.” The temp muttered while he adjusted his grip on the fliers. Orville set off to staple his propaganda. His aunt wouldn’t let him back in if he didn’t finish the job. If he wanted pay he’d have to deal with handing the crap out. The composer sighed before straightening up. It couldn’t be helped. He’d have to get rid of the stack quick. It couldn’t be too hard. After all he had done similar jobs before. It was pretty easy. Just smile and hand over the flier before anyone has time to refuse. Something like that right? Orville wondered briefly why his aunt even bothered. It was a small town; everyone probably knew there was a new shop opening soon. The fliers were over the top. “That’s what Aunt Sasha is though.” He reminded himself remembering Auntie Sasha was some heiress lady who’d only recently switched her lifestyle. She was bound to be quite eccentric compared to the norm. Without noticing he got into the groove of his little job. Every so often he’d stop to put up a flier on a wall or streetlight. He smiled politely at the passing shoppers offering a flier before continuing on. Now the young man could truly smile. He didn’t know how long he’d been at it. An hour? Maybe two? Whatever the case his stack was practically gone! All he needed was a couple more which he could easily throw away at the next trash can. Orville pushed up his glasses smirking to himself. His aunt couldn’t doubt his work now. He would definitely come back with the truth and without the stack. The blonde couldn’t wait to rub this in the woman’s face while she procrastinated the opening of her store even more. Orville paused as he spotted a new target. A blonde stranger dressed in what looked like heavy and hot clothes. He felt a small sympathy grimace creep onto his face before suppressing it and walking up to the stranger. “ ‘Ey stranger! Got a girlfriend?” he began with what Orville hoped was a happy grin. “She might enjoy a bouquet. Have a flier to Bountiful Paradise’s Grand Opening. It’s got a coupon, might as well use it.” The composer had been using the same couple of lines all day. He thought the mention of coupon would make the flier more tempting. It tempted Orville anyway. As they left his mouth it felt stale, but his expression didn’t waiver. “Also soon available for special occasions: parties, weddings, bat mitzvahs the works.” Yes one last flier and then lunch! He was aching for something a little sweet. Up close the guy didn’t look that bad thankfully. He’d thought someone dressed so darkly in the middle of summer would’ve looked a bit more rugged. Not to say, the multiple piercings wasn’t intimidating no. But the jeweler looked far better up close than far away. Orville suppressed a laugh at the thought of the man actually showing up to purchase something from his aunt. She’d have a panic attack! ooc: Hope you like it! ouob
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