'Fraid of the Big Bad Voodoo Man.Opening my own tattoo parlor, that's rough. I've saved up my own money. Without the help of my parent's wealth. All my own. The thought makes me giddy beyond belief. But on my own, I need another job to keep my dream realized. So here I am in a "Voodoo Emporium" looking for work."So Miss . . . what did you say your name was?"The "doctor" looks up at me from the sheet; my resume on the table, and gives me a bored look."Leora Freidman.""I see. So you've opened that tattoo place down the street?""I have."His dark eyes give me a questioning look. "Meaning you already have a job."I nod. "Yes.""And why would you need more work?""
'Fraid of the Big Bad Voodoo Man Ch. 7At 3:00 I go back to my home, circling the perimeter anxiously, making sure no one is on my tail, or waiting for me. I slide back in through my window. My place is definitely a sight for sore eyes. I say a small prayer of thanks; nothing is changed from the way I left it. After that, the first thing I do is take a nap. I try to eat afterwards, but I'm too nervous, and it just comes back up. I bathe and change and it's morning already. My anxiety is insane, giving me hot and cold flashes and making me sweat like a dog.I don't know how I'll get through the day- I have clients booked. People who want permanent art on their bodies, people who e
DVW: Dealing with DeitiesHades vs Dr. Facilier: DEALING WITH DEITIESRIVER STYX, TARTARUSA lone figure rides on the River Styx. He was hoping to get to his place soon. He was late."Cant you go any faster?" he asked the skeleton being known as Chiron."I will try, master," he responded."Jeeze-loweeze, I'm gonna be sooo late!" muttered Hades.--HADES'S LAIR, TARTARUSAs soon as Hades reaches the shore, he immediately heads to the meeting room. Pain and Panic come down the stares to inform him, but they trip over each other and fall flat on their faces. Hades stopped and rolled his eyes."You know, I'm just going to guess that I'm already late," he said."
Tradizioni di FamigliaFinalmente era arrivato il Natale.Tiana adorava quella stagione, quando la musica era festosa e le persone allegre. Non le importava neanche di fare doppi turni fintantoché sentiva i cori dall'esterno e vedeva i visi felici nel ristorante.'Presto avremo il nostro locale, papà, vedrai,' pensava tra sé e sé mentre serviva i tavoli. Era un pensiero che l'aveva sempre fatta sorridere.Era più dura per lei in questo periodo dell'anno; suo padre le mancava davvero tanto.Quand'era una bambina e suo padre era vivo, la sua famiglia aveva una meravigliosa tradizione natalizia.Ogni anno, quando il padre di Tiana tornava
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