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[color=#FF8C00][sub]N A M E[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]Ky' vie Morgan
	[sub]∞ Lumi[/sub]
	[sub]∞ Tonya Stark[/sub][/sub][/indent][/color]
[color=#FF8C00][sub]G O D L Y   A F F I L I A T I O N[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]Daughter of Hephaestus[/sub][/indent][/color]
[color=#FF8C00][sub]L O C A T I O N[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]∞ Camp Half-Blood | Deimos Cabin [/sub][/indent][/color]
[color=#FF8C00][sub]A C T I V I T Y[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]∞ Tattoo Parlour | Day Off[/sub][/indent][/color]
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[color=#FF8C00][sub]O U T F I T[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub][url=https://i.imgur.com/ducCO2F.jpg]∞[/url] Top | Jeans[/sub][/indent][/color]
[color=#FF8C00][sub]M U S I C[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]∞ None[/sub][/indent][/color]
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[color=#FF8C00][sub]R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S [/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]Single | Benefits[/sub][/indent][/color][indent][list]
[*] [color=#FF8C00][sub]Current:[/sub][/color] [sub][color=Silver]∞ None[/color][/sub]
[*] [color=#FF8C00][sub]Benefit:[/sub][/color] [sub][color=Silver]∞ Brandon Murphy[/color][/sub]
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[color=#FF8C00][sub]I N T E R A C T I N G   W I T H[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]∞ Ezra Griesheim | [@Murphys Law]
∞ Anyone close[/sub][/indent][/color]
[color=#FF8C00][sub]S P E C I A L   M E N T I O N S[/sub][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][sub]∞ None[/sub][/indent][/color]
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[color=#FF8C00][sub]H A L F - B L O O D   H I L L   |   8   A M   -   B E G I N N I N G   O F   S U M M E R[/sub][/color]

[color=Silver][indent][sub]There’s a certain beauty that comes with getting a tattoo…

Despite the pain- the knowledge that there is quite literally a barrage of needles rather quickly piercing the surface of your skin, over and over again. Pushing the ink into your body; painting a picture that, at that precise moment in time, looks so messy and that only the artist themselves can see. The end result is always worth it. And the butterfly effect was that, once it was all said and done- once it was on your skin, and you were walking out; it was as though someone set off a chain of dominos. One was simply never enough, and before the door had even settled in the frame, you were already planning for your next.

At least, that was her experience. If she was being honest, she’d given up keeping track of just how many different tattoos were strewn over her body. Sure… if one was singled out, she knew what it was. Where it was. The meaning behind it, if there was any. But beyond that, she’d given up trying to keep some kind of record of them. Pretty sure the only one who had that knowledge was the artist himself; and even then, she already had a few of them before she’d met Ezra.

Though she kept them closed, darkness fell away as she peeled her arm back from across her eyes; and as it did so, a small frown worked its way over her strong features. Her hand drawing across her bare stomach until she was able to take a gentle hold of Ezra’s. Holding firmly enough to still the tattoo gun as she shifted in the chair. Taking the chance to get comfortable, and to shake off the stiffness that had begun to set in due to the rather long session. Though at this point, it was something that she’d gotten used to. Something she enjoyed.

Hell, aside from sex, it was the next best thing.

With piercings being a close third.

Arm returening back to it's place across her eyes, the other resting down along her side; it was another few moments before she nodded lightly. Giving him the okay to keep going as once again, she seemed to settle into a comfortable position. Lounged back like she would be by the ocean, and looking about ready to take a nap at the drop of a hat. Which at this point, she was pretty sure she would do had she had her music playing in her ears.

It. Felt. Great.

Amazing even.

Doing something that was so normal in comparison to the almost non-stop hustle, bustle, and responsibility that came with running the camps forge. It was nice; having a day off wasn't exactly something she got to enjoy very often. And when she did manage to somehow get one, unless there was some kind of plan set in place, she either wound up sat on the couch, catching up on shows and looking lost, [i]or[/i] holed up in the bunker, working on personal projects. Which... honestly; it wasn't too far from her normal every day, but whatever. It was a nice little reprieve.

[color=#FF4500]".. You wouldn't happen to be super busy today, would you babe..?"[/color]

The arm over her eyes falling away; Ky' vie turned her head. Her hand drawing up slightly, it was enough though that shew was able to run her fingers back through her long dark locks. Pushing them back and out of her face as her dark gaze drew down to watch Ezra as he worked on placing his mark on her body... again, [color=#FF4500]"Cause, I'm totally comfortable here right now, an' a lot of my tatts are due for a touch-up."[/color]

Watching him work, though only for a few moments longer, Ky' vie once again closed her eyes. Head returning back to its original position, and as the seam of her dark lips parted, she let out a rather drawn out, content sigh, [color=#FF4500]"Seriously. I could think of nothing better to do on my day o-..."[/color]

Sentence cut off by the familiar thundering of the war horn echoing through the camp, she was quick to once more open her eyes. And turning her head, she first looked over at Ezra before she began to move. Hands pressing down into the chair, she sat herself up in the chair. Her attention drawing across towards the closest window, and craining her neck, she did her best to peer outside. The rumbling causing everything around them in the room to shake.

Oh... shit.

Gaze dropping down to the partially completed tattoo, she swore internally. It hadn't been wiped down, there had been no antibacterial ointment used, it wasn't wrapped up; but then, why would he..? It wasn't near finished yet.

Reaching across, Ky's hand briefly touched against Ezra's forearm before she was on the move. Her body twisting, and getting to her feet, it wasn't long before she was standing in front of the window. Pushing it open so that she could survey the scene playing out in front of them, [color=#FF4500]".. Fucking shit..."[/color]

[color=7CFC00]"Don't harm them! They're Yale, endangered and protected by Artemis!"[/color]

[color=#FF4500]"Fucking shit..!"[/color]

One day..! They couldn't have [i]one day[/i] where something didn't happen around this place. Yale..! Of all the things it could be, it had to be Yale- and Colchis bulls. Of course her father was somehow involved, most likely not on purpose, but by the unfortunate coincidence that it was his creations that were currently wreaking havock on the camp.

Hands pressing down onto the window sill, Ky leant her body out. Raising her voice loud enough for any campers that were close to hear, [color=#FF4500]".. I might sound like a fuckin' psychopath; but go for the head with the bulls..! Bash them in..! The metal is thinner there, but steer clear of their mouths..! Once they're down, I can re-program them to be docile to the camp..!"[/color]


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