<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/23sywzt.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Declan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living room, by the back door<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Janie<br/><hr/><br/>It was the fourth tattoo for Declan and each one made him want another and another. They were addicting, just like everyone had told him. He was already making plans for another. Between saving money for an overseas trip and paying off his motorcycle, Declan didn’t really have a lot of money to throw around. His parents had taught him to be frugal with what he earned and to save as much of it as he could. Emergencies happened at the worst of times, and Declan wanted to be prepared in case he needed money and was in a crisis.<br/><br/>“I only cried half the time.” He chuckled knowing that Janie was teasing him. He had a fairly high tolerance for pain, so getting a tattoo wasn’t a big deal to him, especially with it being his fourth. He slowly pulled the long sleeve shirt up his back to reveal the large tattoo that spread across his upper torso. It was colored in with shades of gray and black. A lot of detail had gone into the piece and he was quite proud of how it turned out.<br/><br/>“Turned out better than I thought it would.” He grinned as he looked over his shoulder at her. By the time he was done getting tattoos he would have quite a collection going.<br/><br/>“Well I know how much you love punching people.” He teased right back, sticking his tongue out a little. All joking aside, he was proud of all of his siblings. Every one of them passionate about what they did, whether it was music, sports, or whatever else. All of the children in the family were raised to pursue what they really loved.<br/>