Abagael Zellan
Jun 13th, 2003, 11:25:06 AM
R KS BO Y PIERC G
Racks Body Piercing. Famous for the many mutilations of teenage body parts in the quest to adorn themselves with shiny metal spikes and balls. The structure had building code violation written all over it, but they’d never received any notice of warning. Credits could buy almost anything on Coruscant.
There was no real reason that Abagael was forking over cash at this place. She’d gotten a hankering for something different, maybe, but whatever her motive, she was here as a customer. The clerk didn’t like her. From under his eyebrows made up of metal bars, he stared with unhidden dislike. His whole face was a mess of earrings, and there were at lease two-dozen on his ears.
“You here to get stabbed?”
Abby looked at him blankly.
“Stabbed? Oh! Pierced, yes.”
He blew out a breath haughtily and pointed at a glowing sign that displayed the prices and a small exhibit of bars and sleepers.
“Pick a place an’ a ornament, then get on the table.”
She smiled nervously and glanced at the various studs, before selecting a small platinum bar with a tiny Panna blue bird shaped stone on the end. Abby pointed it out to the clerk, who was wearing a grime-covered nametag emblazoned with ‘Cru’. He grunted and motioned to a thick sheet of durasteel screwed onto two metal posts. The table. Gingerly she walked behind the counter and hopped on, trying to ignore the flakes of dried blood and other questionable spots.
“Where?”
Cru questioned bluntly. Abagael peeled off her jacket and lifted the hem of her blouse up. She pointed at her belly button, and Cru grunted. In his opinion it was an unoriginal choice; he seemed to be more daring, sporting chunks of metal all over his face and—Abagael didn’t doubt—his body.
“Lay down, don’t move.”
The thought of actually immersing more of her body than necessary on the table was revolting, but she clenched her fists and did so. There was a rough swabbing of her belly, and then she felt cold steel clamping down and stretching the skin out.
“Is this going to hurt?”
Cru shrugged, busy doing what he considered sterilizing. Abby watched with mild surprise as he came over with a long needle.
“Don’t you have like a…special gun or something?”
He shook his head and then was all business. Closing one eye he looked at the pulled skin carefully, pushing the needle back and forth as if aiming a dart. Abby was less than thrilled. Just as he pulled his arm back quite a distance, ready to go for it , she put a hand up.
“Wait! Wait, wait, wait…what happens if you scew this up?”
“I dunno. Try again.”
Before she could halt him, Cru had delved the needle through her skin and pulled it out, slipping the bar in effortlessly. For a brief second it burned and Abby flinched, but she was surprised that it really hadn’t hurt much more than an immunization. Slightly disappointed that her adventure wasn’t as adventurous as she’d thought it would be, she rose from the table and carefully pulled the soft silk of her shirt over her stomach. Cru was already waiting by the register. Abby slouched over to him and stuck a hand in her purse, pulling out the needed amount. She didn’t say anything about the extra charge, which she assumed was Cru’s way of getting tips. If he wanted to think he was smart, that was fine.
As she walked out of the red-lighted shack and into the bright Coruscant afternoon the Padawan sighed.
“That was pathetically lame.”
Racks Body Piercing. Famous for the many mutilations of teenage body parts in the quest to adorn themselves with shiny metal spikes and balls. The structure had building code violation written all over it, but they’d never received any notice of warning. Credits could buy almost anything on Coruscant.
There was no real reason that Abagael was forking over cash at this place. She’d gotten a hankering for something different, maybe, but whatever her motive, she was here as a customer. The clerk didn’t like her. From under his eyebrows made up of metal bars, he stared with unhidden dislike. His whole face was a mess of earrings, and there were at lease two-dozen on his ears.
“You here to get stabbed?”
Abby looked at him blankly.
“Stabbed? Oh! Pierced, yes.”
He blew out a breath haughtily and pointed at a glowing sign that displayed the prices and a small exhibit of bars and sleepers.
“Pick a place an’ a ornament, then get on the table.”
She smiled nervously and glanced at the various studs, before selecting a small platinum bar with a tiny Panna blue bird shaped stone on the end. Abby pointed it out to the clerk, who was wearing a grime-covered nametag emblazoned with ‘Cru’. He grunted and motioned to a thick sheet of durasteel screwed onto two metal posts. The table. Gingerly she walked behind the counter and hopped on, trying to ignore the flakes of dried blood and other questionable spots.
“Where?”
Cru questioned bluntly. Abagael peeled off her jacket and lifted the hem of her blouse up. She pointed at her belly button, and Cru grunted. In his opinion it was an unoriginal choice; he seemed to be more daring, sporting chunks of metal all over his face and—Abagael didn’t doubt—his body.
“Lay down, don’t move.”
The thought of actually immersing more of her body than necessary on the table was revolting, but she clenched her fists and did so. There was a rough swabbing of her belly, and then she felt cold steel clamping down and stretching the skin out.
“Is this going to hurt?”
Cru shrugged, busy doing what he considered sterilizing. Abby watched with mild surprise as he came over with a long needle.
“Don’t you have like a…special gun or something?”
He shook his head and then was all business. Closing one eye he looked at the pulled skin carefully, pushing the needle back and forth as if aiming a dart. Abby was less than thrilled. Just as he pulled his arm back quite a distance, ready to go for it , she put a hand up.
“Wait! Wait, wait, wait…what happens if you scew this up?”
“I dunno. Try again.”
Before she could halt him, Cru had delved the needle through her skin and pulled it out, slipping the bar in effortlessly. For a brief second it burned and Abby flinched, but she was surprised that it really hadn’t hurt much more than an immunization. Slightly disappointed that her adventure wasn’t as adventurous as she’d thought it would be, she rose from the table and carefully pulled the soft silk of her shirt over her stomach. Cru was already waiting by the register. Abby slouched over to him and stuck a hand in her purse, pulling out the needed amount. She didn’t say anything about the extra charge, which she assumed was Cru’s way of getting tips. If he wanted to think he was smart, that was fine.
As she walked out of the red-lighted shack and into the bright Coruscant afternoon the Padawan sighed.
“That was pathetically lame.”