Poison

Chapter 1-Party Poison

Tattoos are a beautiful form of art, but watching someone in the process of getting one is not really what I live to see. Piercings are no different.

I stare nervously, as my heart beats fast and loud in my chest. I'm not surprised if people down the street can hear it. I touch the cold nob of the new place called Piercing Buddy's. Such a punk rock name, I know. Piercing Buddy's is a new piercing and tattoo place just a couple of streets away from my apartment.

I turn the nob slowly, entering the normal sized building. I stare in terror at all the random men and woman getting tattoos or piercings. I Freeze and take a deep breath, struggling to move to the front desk that is only a few feet away from me.

"Hey man. You have an appointment?" I draw my attention to a skinny woman with short blond hair at the front desk. I gulp, walking slowly towards her.

"Uh, no. I-l am actually applying for a job here." I reply.

I know, I'm crazy trying to get a job at a place that scares the hell out of me but finding jobs now of days are tough.

I stare at the woman's name tag which reads Fire Tree.

"Fire Tree?" I ask In a non defensive tone.

"Oh yeah. In order to work here you'll need to make up a name to go by so I decided Fire Tree was kind of creative. You'll have to make one up too doll." She smirks handing me some papers. "Fill these out."

"Sure." I nod, taking the papers.

"What is it exactly that you're looking to do here?" Fire Tree asks.

Damn, I wish I knew her real name.

"I'm an artist. I want to design tattoos." I say walking to a leather chair a few feet from the desk. "I brought a few of my sketches with me."

"Do you have any tattoos?" She asks. I chuckle, deciding telling about my fear of needles is a bad idea. I notice I'm wearing a black sweat shirt and jeans so she can't see my skin, but I'm no liar.

"Uh. No, I just like designing." I say, looking back down at the forms. I start to fill them out.

Name: Gerard Aurther Way

Date of Birth: April 9th 1977

Age: 25

Phone number: *** *** ****

Stunt Name:

Stunt Name.

Now that I don't know. I sigh, running my hands through my washed shoulder length jet black hair. I look up to see a man about to get a lip piercing. He seems to already have a nose ring. I shut my eyes quick, taking a few deep breaths. Then I open them again. I see the man smile. The lip ring actually looks pretty good on him.

Then I see him walking towards me. I stare In confusion as he stops a few feet in front of me. His hazel eyes look into mine. I quickly look down, allowing a few strands of hair to flop in my face.

"Are you getting a tattoo or piercing?" The man asks. I look up, shaking my head.

"N-no. I'm actually applying here to design tattoos." I reply.

"Oh. Well maybe you could design one of mine if you get the job." He smiles. I study his tatted arms and neck. I really like the scorpion tattoo on his neck.

I smile shyly, looking back at the forms.

"Almost done?" Fire Tree asks.

"Uh yeah. I have to think of a stunt name." I reply, licking at my chapped lips.

"What's your name?" The man asks me.

"I'm Gerard."

"Nice to meet you Gerard. I'm Frank." Frank hold out his tatted hand. I admire the art on his hand and reach out to shake it. His hands are sorta dry and his grip is very firm. I let go, looking down at Frank's short tatted legs. He's wearing a short sleeve misfits shirt and shorts to show off the art I'm guessing, considering it is about 50 degrees outside.

I look back at my paper work, trying to think of a name.

"Having a hard time deciding on the name?" Frank asks me. I nod, sighing. "What about Bat Man?"

"Not original." I say.

"Oh. So I guess you're on your own with this?" I nod. "Well, you see the man over there that pierced my lip?" Frank points to a man with an afro and tan skin. "His stunt name is Jet Star, but his real name is Ray."

Jet Star. Now that's creative.

I look around the room, searching for an idea. My eyes land on a bigger man with a tattoo on his arm that says I really like to party.

Lame.

He must of got that tattoo at a young immature age.

I look around again and my eyes land on a young looking girl with beautiful long purple hair. There is a tattoo on her neck that reads Poison.

Party's and poisons? Where are all the fucking designs?

Wait.

I like to party... Poison.

"Party Poison." I whisper to myself.

"What was that?" Frank asks.

I look up at Frank and smirk.

"Party Poison."