<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/fdsfsdfsdf%20copy_zps0b4fr9bm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, Nevada |  April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lingering between curiosity and confusion<br/><hr/><br/>A lot could be said for first impressions. Researchers claimed that you formed your opinion on someone in as little as the blink of an eye, and that sort of judgement carried through into any further meetings without altering that initial perception much. If that was true, then the potential customer - and that was a generous way of describing it - who had just arrived in the<em>Thick as Thieves</em>was making a rather poor case for herself. Even Liv, who really wasn't known for being particularly judgmental, had trouble overlooking the rather dishevelled appearance of the young woman who came wandering into the store as if she were all sorts of lost. She had a somewhat wondrous expression about herself, or at least that's how Olivia initially envisioned the look in her eyes beyond the sunglasses.until she decided to remove them. It didn't take the tattoo artist very long to notice the state the girl was in, which did little to help the blonde stranger in terms of seeming somewhat representable. Fortunately for her, this was Vegas, and as such, Liv was used to all manners of clientele.<br/><br/>When she greeted her, Olivia was met with a look that suggested the feeling of quiet disapproval was mutual. That didn't keep her from putting on her polite and professional smile, though  - Sage had trained her well - and she grabbed the agenda from behind the counter. At least the newcomer had some manner, although it was two sentences in that she already went straight to business, approaching the desk and revealing the tattoos that she wanted Liv to touch up. Or do over, as it turned out; the moment Liv's eyes caught sight of the rather disastrously crude artwork that marked both the girl's wrists, she couldn't help but give them a look of blatant apprehension.<br/><br/>"Ouch," she hissed, moments before realizing the error of her ways. Liv quickly looked up to gauge the girl's potential reaction, but already the amateuristic handiwork was filling her with ideas, her mind puzzling the lines and matching them to a proper design. Liv's hand reached out, and with a gentle though persistent grip she weighed the back of the girl's hand into her palm. There was absolutely no use in pointing out how inherently stupid it was to go and etch into your skin with bad material and a lack of skI'll,  so she focused on the rest of the story instead. Long lost twin, dark and difficult past, the somewhat disjointed narration filled her with ideas that far exceeded a simple five point star. She highly doubted that the blonde would be interested though, and not just because it meant having to come back at least twice.  So back to the stars it was, and for a moment Liv simply traced the lines with the index finger of her free hand,  then doing likewise with the other markings until she was satisfied that the idea in her head would match the lines that already existed.<br/><br/>"I can make these look perfectly identical," she decided, "It'll take me two hours, give or take, depending on the details."<br/><br/>She hesitated. This girl was the stereotype of a pay-up-front customer, one who would gladly watch you work your ass off for hours before, without a trace of shame, telling you they didn't have a penny on them.<br/><br/>"Why don't you sit down,"  Liv said, and for once she was grateful that Alex wasn't nearby, nor Sage for that matter. "And I'll fix those tattoos up for you." Picking up the agenda, she made her way to one of the corners, indicating the black chair situated in the work space. She took place on the little stool beside it, opening the booklet in her hand on the table, pen at the ready. "So what I'm gonna do is draw you a quick sketch on paper then apply it to your wrists. So no needles just yet, I just want to get a few more details straight. Is it going to be a bit of shadowing, adding dimension to it, or do you want some actual color to the design?" Liv looked her over for a moment, the tiniest of amused smiles tugging at the corners of her lips. "So you're sure about going with stars, right?" she inquired, which was perhaps pushing it a little. Although Olivia couldn't be sure, the girl did strike her as someone who'd made up her mind and would not be too appreciative of questioning - if only because she seemed to still be recovering from a particularly wild night. "I mean," she continued regardless, "These images represented a bond between you and your sister back then, right? So what do you want them to represent now..." Liv paused briefly; tattoos were often a very personal matter and carried a story that far surpassed the possible simplicity of the image. "Who is your sister to you now? And who is she to herself? A lot can be said in one image... or two." Liv tapped the back of the pen against the paper; the subtle grin turned into a warmer sort of smile instead. "But maybe we better start with the basics instead. What's your name?"<br/>