[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Carrington[/h1][/color]
[b]Location:[/b][i] Seraphim Tattoo, The Bronx[/i]
[b]Interacting With: [/b][i]Wyatt[/i][hr][hr][/center]

	[color=a187be]”Vell, this isn’t exactly something I vish to discuss in public,”[/color] Tatiana said without missing a beat, a slight smirk coming across her lips. She knew she should put his worries to rest quickly but she couldn’t help but have a bit of fun right then. She wished Marisol, her partner in crime, was there; she would have backed her up and been cheering her on.

	[color=a187be]”Come on in back,”[/color] she said motioning with a single finger before turning on her heels and sauntering through the curtain. Behind the curtain was a very different sight; everything was meticulously clean and fresh painted. White walls with bright lighting, black marble floors; each station was pristine in appearance; except the one Tatiana sat down at. Hers was clean but the signs of the recent tiff was still strone  about the floor. 

	Resting back in a fine leather chair she motioned towards the other next to her that matched; it looked to be a consulting area from the looks of it. A small glass table was between the chairs and was dotted with sketch pads, charcoals, pencils and ink pens; various pieces of tattoo style art darted the walls behind the chairs, each signed by Tatiana. They were truly beautiful pieces, even if they were meant to be on the skin they looked well placed in the frames. 

	[color=a187be]”Vell, I did tell you if you tried to harvest my kidney that my father vould find you and he vould kill you. I vasn’t joking,”[/color] she started off as she laced her fingers over her knee and eyed Wyatt. She paused for a brief moment before continuing. 

	[color=a187be]”But it isn’t because he Russian Mafia, though perhaps by end of trip you vill vish he vas,”[/color] she admitted before reaching down for her purse and pulling out a small picture album and flipping it open to a single picture. The picture was of Tatiana standing there in all the pomp and circumstance of fitting that of a Carrington, flanked on either side of her stood Reginald and Cassiopeia Carrington.

	[color=a187be]”I am Tatiana Carrington, daughter of Reginald and Cassiopeia Carrington,”[/color] she admitted with a lace of shame in her voice. Taking a deep breath she leaned back in her seat and ran her finger over the picture of them before glancing back over to Wyatt. [color=a187be]”You have probably heard of them…”[/color]