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[ainsley brighton rook]

Cotton candy was apparently not appropriate lunch. At least that was what Jade had told her when she had left her sister twenty minutes earlier on the other side of Central Park. It was the usual sort of thing that Ainsley heard from her much more responsible and slightly older sister on a regular basis. It was remarkable how different the girls were and yet they were one half of the quadruplets that were infamous for finishing sentences and knowing what the others were thinking or about to do. Ainsley had always dubbed it one of life's great mysteries, knowing that no one would ever figure it out. She was never the kind to worry about the little things like that, just letting them go and moving on with one foot in front of the other and another mouthful of cotton candy shoved into her mouth.

It was her Saturday afternoon off from Three Kings. She worked alternate weekends at the tattoo studio while she was in training there, but Ainsley had no real plans for the day. She could have stayed cooped indoors and wasted hours on the video games she loved so much, or maybe but some work in on the sleeve she was contemplating for herself, but ultimately she had headed out into New York City. In her absent-minded haste, the green haired girl had forgotten her jacket, too, which is why she stood out a mile compared to most people in November, as she wandered through the streets in just a thin t-shirt and jeans. Oddly, she wasn't feeling the cold yet, but Ainsley put that down to how she kept moving quickly through the crowds, not really knowing where she might end up just yet. She had just felt like getting out today, enjoying the early winter air and grabbing what was her excuse for lunch.

Her headphones blocked out the usual city noises and instead all Ainsley could hear was the pounding of the hard rock music that she couldn't help but move along to. If her head wasn't nodding to the beat then it was her hands, fingers or feet. There was just no keeping her still, no matter how hard she tried or who tried to help her. Lost in her own world of Led Zeppelin and pink cotton candy, Ainsley didn't realise she was in anyone else's path until she had crashed right into them and staggered back several steps, fighting to remain upright. “Ah, my bad! That was on me. Are you alright?” She asked, speaking quickly as she always did and with her usual smile in place. To see Ainsley unhappy was about as common as seeing leprechauns dancing through Times Square.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 455!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! <3

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i must confess ,

i’m in love with my own sins !

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Sainou let out a sigh as he got Jeta back on her leash, sticking his hands into his pockets as he began heading back home. The Collie/Shepard mix was pretty well trained, but the dog had a tendency to just walk out of a persons reach if they tried to put the leash on her. The dog grew to love Central Park as much as Sainou did, and oftentimes he'd go to clear his head, or play guitar, though he didn't bring it today.
He spent most of today people-watching in between playing fetch. It was a clear day for being so cold, but growing up in Hokkaido, Sainou really wasn't all that cold yet, his jacket still unzipped compared to most people who had scarves over their heavy jackets, as if they were expecting snow right this second.
He moved closer to the crowds, keeping Jeta close to him, but almost as soon as he got immersed, the dog saw something of interest that distracted him from paying attention to where he was going, resulting in his running into someone. He stumbled back a bit, blinking a few times out of a daze he was only now realizing he must've been in most of the day, and looked up at who he ran into. He was going to apologize, but she beat him to it. His arm being pulled by an impatient three-year-old puppy, he took a good look at the girl. She was... interesting, to say the least. Green hair was his main focal point, but he eventually noticed she, like him, apparently wasn't very cold. "Um.. no! no, it's fine! I'm fine. I think it was partially my fault... my dog.." He began, but now Jeta was sitting nicely just a little ways away from the two. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

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AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 309.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
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[ainsley brighton rook]

New York was crazy, but it was a different kind of crazy to that of San Francisco; Ainsley's hometown. She missed the west coast, but she was in New York for a reason and that was to make sure that one part of the Rook quartet didn't have a nervous breakdown out there. In the meantime she filled her time with the music scene and was learning all about the world of tattoos and body art, while designing her own piece of ink to have put on her skin. Although Ainsley didn't know when that would happen. She wanted to be one hundred percent happy with it before she let Ash or Ryan go to town with the design, and Ainsley kept changing little bits, tweaking colours and altering lines here and there.

Her headphones were still in place, the music still blasting a little too loudly in her ears; though to ask Ainsley she would tell you that “too loudly” didn't exist when it came to music. That was how come when the man she crashed into began to speak she could only see his lips moving, but she could hear nothing. Reaching up, she slid them down over her hair and let them hang around her neck before her smile turned into a sheepish grin. The music still came through the headphones at a volume and Ainsley had to fumble in the back pocket of her jeans to find the iPod to pause it completely. “Sorry, Robert Plant kind of drowned you out.” She explained, sliding the iPod back into her pocket and then sidestepping a rather disgruntled looking New York suit. Ainsley didn't see too many of his kind back in good old 'Frisco, but she was getting used to them in NYC. Her dark eyes then fell on the dog sitting rather patiently just by them and her grin returned in full force. “Aw, aren't you adorable?! You remind me of Han!” Han was her own dog, a Finnish Spitz who would probably be sleeping on Ainsley's unmade bed right now, waiting for her return, or trying to terrorise Newt, but the ferret ignored Han and Han quickly got bored of the game nowadays. It was the only reason Ainsley knew she could leave both boys alone in her apartment.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 388!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! <3

[Deleted]

i must confess ,

i’m in love with my own sins !

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Sainou tilted his head to the side. He'd never heard of Robert Plant, but from the sounds blasting from her headphones, he debated looking up this artist when he got home. He gave her an awkward smile, not really sure how to respond to her comment, or whether or not he should repeat the pointless banter he had said. He looked down to Jeta as the girl's attention went to the dog, and his smile turned less awkward and more true. "You have a dog, too?" He asked, not missing that the dog reminded her of someone. He pet Jeta on the head as the dog began licking the girl. "Hey now, no kissing on the first meeting, Jeta." He teased the dog lightly.

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AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 124.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
AND WE’RE WEARING this!
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? sorry... sickness makes me unable to write as much as I want. ;;
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0

[ainsley brighton rook]

Growing up in the household she did, there were three things it was impossible not to love by the time Ainsley was eighteen; rock music, hockey, and Star Wars. Everything else was up for debate, but inside the Rook home those three things were all strong passions and well liked by all. She could recite Robert Plant's entire biography should anyone ask it of her, and that was just one of many. Ainsley remained oblivious to his awkward smile. She didn't mind if he repeated himself or not in all honesty. She was the type of girl who could take it or leave it, and that was usually her attitude to most aspects of life; far too laid back for it to be healthy, and it was only a matter of time before someone found it insufferable.

“Hm? Yeah, I do. He's a Finnish Spitz, and a total softie.” Her phone was full of silly photographs of Han doing the most ridiculous and adorable things. The same could be said for Newt, too, but he wasn't put on a lead and walked through the park. Most people only met Newt the ferret when they made it to Ainsley's colourful apartment. Laughing, tossing her head back, Ainsley took a second to tuck her hair behind her ear and then grinned down at the dog. “Aw, it's fine. I like a bold first meeting. No point in hiding behind polite manners when it's all just for show.” As much as she liked people to have manners, they weren't the be all and end all in life. Ainsley would rather have fun than worry about perfect etiquette.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 278!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! Aww, being sick is the worst! Dx <3

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i must confess ,

i’m in love with my own sins !

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Sainou smiled, giving her a nod. "How cute." He told her. Though he honestly couldn't bring to mind what a Finnish Spitz would look like, he found almost all kinds of dogs "cute" so he figured he'd feel the same for that particular breed as well. He chuckled slightly at her next comment, giving a more enthusiastic nod. "I suppose you have a good point there, uh..." He trailed off, realizing they hadn't really introduced themselves yet. "I'm Sainou.. uh.. Sai." He said, offering a hand to her, as well as a kind smile.

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THIS THREAD IS FOR ainsley brighton rook.
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 94. TT_TT
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
AND WE’RE WEARING this!
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? again sorry for the short reply. Hopefully once I'm fully better my replies will also get better. OTL
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[ainsley brighton rook]

Ainsley wasn't as big on animals as her personality towards them sometimes suggested. She found almost all animals cute, adored her pets to infinity and beyond, but she wasn't the type of girl who could live on a farm or come home to a house full of critters all excited to see her. She could probably handle the two very different pets she had now and that was about her limit. Maybe a goldfish if ever she won one the next time the fair came to town, but that would definitely be her limit. “He is. Apart from when he's chewed a hole in one sock of every pair I own.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head at the thought. Part of her was convinced that Han deliberately left one sock in perfect pristine condition and only slobbered and gnawed at the other. Grinning once more, like it was her standard setting, Ainsley took his hand and gave a firm handshake. “Rook. No. Ainsley. It's Ainsley, though Rook also works fine.” She laughed, shaking her head once more. “Sorry, I'm so used to the guys at work making jokes with my last name. It's rubbing off on me.” She raked her fingers through her hair and sighed, making a mental note to punch the folk at Three Kings for tarnishing her own given name.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 232!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! Don't worry about it! Just work on feeling better! <3

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i must confess ,

i’m in love with my own sins !

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Sainou chuckled, that dog definitely sounded interesting to say the least, and he was suddenly thankful Jeta wasn't much of a chewer. Although she was a demon as a puppy and many times he regretted convincing his dad they should get a dog. But now that she was trained it was worth it.
"Sounds like the guys at your work aren't very friendly..." He muttered, trying to imagine how to destroy the word "rook" and just furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. "Where do you work, anyway? That you're surrounded by guys?" He asked her, purely for curiosity's sake. With her green hair, he was imagining it wasn't an office job. Maybe it was at a coffee shop or something, but he didn't fail to notice most coffee shops around here were filled with high school and college-aged kids, mostly girls. Plus he somehow had a feeling she didn't work any sort of "normal" job for someone their age.

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[ainsley brighton rook]

Arching her eyebrows, Ainsley quickly shook her head, keen to dispel the misunderstanding. “Oh no! The guys I work with are great! They're a pain in the ass at times, but they're nothing I can't handle.” Her grin was back on show, pearly whites flashing once more. She paused for a moment and then shrugged. “But maybe that's the plus side of having three siblings. I don't know.” She added, thinking out loud now, and running her mouth in typical Ainsley fashion. There had been the fair share of chaos and madness in the Rook household over the years, but it was still heavily debated whether or not that had to do with the fact that there were four children under one roof, or that they were quadruplets and all exactly the same age, going through the same things at the same time. “I work down at Three Kings. Y'know, the tattoo parlour? I'm one of the apprentices down there.” She was sill relatively new there, but it was a job Ainsley loved, and one she felt was perfect for her and her artistic talents. It suited her more eccentric personality down to the letter.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 201!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! <3

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i must confess ,

i’m in love with my own sins !

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Sainou's eyes widened. "Three siblings?" He thought aloud in shock. "I can barely handle one..." He mused, thinking about his younger sister. They were pretty close in age, only about a year and a half apart, so they were close, but growing up they'd definitely have their fights. Sainou regretted to admit most of them started because of him, but he had always been kept at such a high stress level he would go off on anyone.
He blinked a couple times, trying to remember if there was more than one tattoo parlor near enough to convince him to go to it. He didn't remember seeing a girl there last time, but maybe he had gotten his last tattoo before she started. Or something like that. He pulled his shirt towards his shoulder a bit to reveal a red rose, "I just got this done there at the end of last year... Were you an apprentice then?" He asked her curiously. To be fair, he wasn't fully expecting to remember the presence of an apprentice. He could act like getting tattoos didn't bug him all he wanted, but internally he was a big baby. As soon as he'd get home, he'd whine about how much it hurt. But he was determined to eventually have sleeves.

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[ainsley brighton rook]

Giggling, Ainsley took a moment to control her laughter. In all honestly, she couldn't imagine her life without her siblings, and she prided herself on having quite a vivid and powerful imagination. It sort of came with being the family's artistic one. However, imagining her childhood, even her adulthood without one of her brothers or sisters teasing or tormenting at some point or another was impossible for her. “Yeah, I have no idea how our parents ever managed to stay sane.” Their mom and dad might have divorced when Ainsley was eleven, but everything had been amicable and nothing had been messy or bitter in the years that followed. Her father's new relationship with her step-dad, and her mom's partner were both great people and embraced the slightly crazy, hyper family for everything it was.

Ainsley's dark eyes looked over the tattoo that he revealed to her, but she shook her head pretty quickly. “Nope. I've only been there since the summer.” She explained with a small smile. She was picking things up fairly fast there, had done a few smaller pieces on people who didn't mind her using them for practice, mainly people who were friends with the staff at Three Kings, or regulars to the shop. “That looks like a good piece though. Who did it?” Ainsley could guess sometimes whose work was whose, but other times the design wasn't one of the artist's own, or they had less of their own touch to it and then it was trickier for her to play her guessing game.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 265!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! <3

[Deleted]

i must confess ,

i’m in love with my own sins !

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Sainou fixed his shirt as he listened, nodding. "Ah, that explains it." He murmured, looking back to Ainsley after checking on Jeta, who had just plopped down next to him lazily. "Uh... Su-Skylar..." He told her, and his accent showed up for a second before he focused on the correct pronunciation. His Japanese accent had almost completely disappeared by now, having had to be fluent from a young age due to international interviews and performances, but occasionally, especially with English names, he's stumble a bit. As it was, he'd sooner call the girl in front of him Rook rather than Ainsley because he had less of a chance to mess that up.
He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. "I'm probably going back there when I get my next one... Maybe you'll be there." He told her with a smile. "I'm just working on saving up money right now." He explained.

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[ainsley brighton rook]

Ainsley reached back down to scratch Jeta behind the ears again whilst she chatted with Sainou. She was only slightly aware that she was doing it, since it was more of a habit she had from her own pup. “Ah, Skylar. He’s out in LA now, I think. He left the shop not too long after I started there. Some big job offer and some girl, I think.” She waved the details off with a flick of her wrist. Ainsley hadn’t known the man all that well since their time together had been incredibly brief. “Say, where are you from? You’re as much of a transplant here as I am.” She didn’t think about how nosey she sounded asking that question, but her ears had detected that slight accent and her curiosity was sparked. Once that happened she was like a dog with a bone and just couldn’t let it go until she had answers and details.

Grinning, she nodded her head. “Probably I will be. I’m there most days doing something or the other.” She shrugged and flicked the light green hair back from her eyes before it could fall into it. Wrinkling her nose up, she nodded her head in understanding. “Yeah, the price is probably the worst part. I’m all saved up, but I keep tweaking my design and being such a perfectionist over what I want.” She laughed softly, shaking her head.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 244!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! <3

[Deleted]

i must confess ,

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"Uh..." Sainou stumbled over his words a bit. It was the first he'd been called a transplant. But it made sense, he guessed. "I'm from Japan. Moved here a few years ago." He explained simply. He smiled as the conversation shifted back to tattoos, giving her an understanding nod. He was the same, honestly, but right now he had a specific idea in mind he didn't yet need to share with her-she'd probably find out if she was in when he got his next tattoo. No need to spill that story when she was still basically a stranger. "Do you get any discounts being a tattoo artist's apprentice? Cause it'd really suck if you didn't." He joked with her lightly. He supposed he'd always assumed tattoo artist would just tattoo each other for free, like he often heard about friends of friends who "knew people."

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[ainsley brighton rook]

Ainsley’s eyes widened when he mentioned Japan. She had never been the greatest at masking her emotions and now her excitement was written all over her face. “Aw, I’ve always wanted to go there and just see everything!” She grinned, waving her hands in front of her. “When I have the money it’s my first vacation destination.” She explained further. Ainsley loved the culture, what she knew of it so far, and had taken Japanese language lessons back when she was in high school and had been advised to learn another language. Of course, the school had meant Spanish or French, but Ainsley had never really followed the conventions they expected from their students. Laughing, Ainsley twisted the ring on her finger out of old habits and shrugged. “I suppose I might get some discount, but my design is for a full sleeve, so I doubt they’ll be too generous too me on it.” Ash and the others would probably be lenient in the cost, but Ainsley wasn’t expecting it. It was their livelihood after all, and a pricey tattoo was a good thing for them. “Say, it’s not exactly summer out here. You wanna grab a coffee?” She wasn’t feeling the cold herself, but the air was definitely chilly and standing around was eventually going to lead to more than shivers and a nose the colour of a clown’s.

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TAGGED! @sainou
WORDS! 238!
OUTFIT! Crazy Chic!
LYRICS! The Fallout - - - Crown The Empire
NOTES! <3