Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Hayes approached Hollow Ink with confidence in her step, it was the same sort of confidence she felt when she entered the boxing ring - she was comfortable with what she was doing and what she was going to see, as if her own ink wasn't proof enough of the fact. She'd gotten the call to come down after she'd dropped off her resume a few days prior for an interview. She was fairly certain she'd land the job, but who knew - she could be going to the shop to be told she shouldn't have bothered because they had some higher standard.
Either way, she walked straight on into the building and went up to the counter and tapped the bell to let whomever was in know that she was at least at the counter. She had wondered briefly if her white tank top and ripped black skinny jeans were too much for the interview, but she quickly dismissed it. If they didn't like it, tough luck. She would rather be comfortable than look like something out of a Project Runway magazine.
Fixing her hair slightly so that it wasn't all over the place, Hayes took more of a look about the shop, getting an ink for the layout and how busy it was at that time of day. She didn't imagine that a little town like this was crawling with people that wanted to get tattooed or have their ears or other body parts pierced. Either way, it was something she could do.
Dante came out of the office holding the resume of someone who’d enquired about a job during the week. His head tattooist had passed it on to him with the nod of approval which was good enough for him so he’d invited her down for an interview. He’d only had the place a couple of weeks and had already made a lot of changes to the place. He had gotten rid of all of the staff besides Malachai as he wanted a fresh start. If he was going to launder his father’s money through the business, he needed employee’s he could trust - ones that wouldn’t go snooping into any mystery expenses. He’d only kept Mal since he seemed like the type of guy who wouldn’t care what was going on in the background as long as he got his pay cheque at the end of the month. That was the type of staff he needed. He moved over to the consultation area and sat down on the couch, placing the resume down onto the table along with two glasses of water. He looked up as the door opened, taking in the appearance of the woman that stepped inside. Heavily tatted. Nice. Dante’s own artwork was on display, being dressed in a black vest and shorts. He stood up as she approached and gave a somewhat friendly smile – for him. ”Hayes?”
He stood up as she approached and gave a somewhat friendly smile – for him. ”Hayes?”
It didn't take long for her name to be called and she turned, briefly eyeing him up and down before nodding, offering her own mild smile.
"That's me," she nodded, "You must be the boss."
She moved a little bit closer to where he was and offered a hand to shake, mentally reminding herself not to get smart. She needed the job if she wanted to stay in town and keep her career going. She took stock of him. Not a huge talker, which was fine by her - idle chatter was not her strong point either. Not to mention he was tatted - she expected that in a parlor such as this. And fit - maybe a fitness freak or just that genetically lucky to be an effortless tank. Either way, it was fine. She wanted to say something, but she bit her tongue. She wasn't going to sink herself and her chances in case she came across as rude or immediately harsh and smart. At least he didn't like like he didn't belong here.
"That's me. You must be the boss." He nodded in reply and took her hand in his to shake it. ”As of last week. Dante” He sat back down onto the couch, gesturing for her to sit on the chair opposite. He’d never had an interview in his life, never mind being the interviewer. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to ask but all he cared about was how good she was at the job. That was the important part. ”So Hayes, are you applying for the tattooist position or the body piercer position?” He asked.
Hayes sat down in an available seat, crossing her arms across her body to help ease her flighty stomach.
”So Hayes, are you applying for the tattooist position or the body piercer position?” He asked.
"I have no real preference," she said calmly, "I can move between them as needed, depending on the traffic you get through here, and if my tattooing style is what you are after in this establishment. Either way, I'm flexible."
She was at least being honest, and she knew that her style was generally a lot more tribal-esk than it was stupid hello-kitty knock-offs. She'd given him examples of her work, verified by previous employers, her authenticity of her training as a body piercer. Even if he didn't want her to tattoo people and stick to piercings when the bookings came in, then that was fine. She was even willing to accept that the job was probably out of her reach too, but the interview had only just begun so she brushed off her thoughts and focused on what he asked.
Dante watched the woman sit down, assessing her body language as she did. He didn’t mind if somebody was overly confident during the interview, in fact he’d prefer it, as long as they didn’t come across cocky. He wanted someone who would fit well into the current team he’d put together because he wasn’t the type of guy who would put up with any shit in the work place. If he wanted the business to succeed, along with the side business of course, then he needed people he could trust to get on with their jobs without causing a fuss. The woman across from him looked calm but the folding of her arms gave him an inkling that she was slightly nervous. "I have no real preference, I can move between them as needed, depending on the traffic you get through here, and if my tattooing style is what you are after in this establishment. Either way, I'm flexible." He tilted his head to the left slightly as he listened whilst recalling the folder of her work she had emailed in. ”Moving between both roles would be preferable. .saves me having to find another person to fill the position. Your work looked good, your style seems like it would fit in well here.” He said, glancing back down to the resume, his eyes resting on the references for a moment. ”So your first reference sang your praises but I’m still waiting to hear back from the second.”
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
”Moving between both roles would be preferable. .saves me having to find another person to fill the position. Your work looked good, your style seems like it would fit in well here.” He said, glancing back down to the resume, his eyes resting on the references for a moment. ”So your first reference sang your praises but I’m still waiting to hear back from the second.”
"Works by me," she nodded before letting out a soft sigh, "Yeah, I know exactly who you are waiting on. He was an asshole to me constantly, and a pig at that. I'm not sure if you'll get a return call from him if I'm honest."
She crossed her legs and fiddled with her bracelet, "If it was legal, I would've knocked him out personally. He was a creeper - shit; ignore that. My filter stopped working for a moment there. I guess that tells you a little bit more about me then."
"Works by me. Yeah, I know exactly who you are waiting on. He was an asshole to me constantly, and a pig at that. I'm not sure if you'll get a return call from him if I'm honest." His eyes lifted back to meet hers as she responded. ”No worries, one reference is enough anyway.” He didn’t want a reference from someone who treated their staff like shit anyway. "If it was legal, I would've knocked him out personally. He was a creeper - shit; ignore that. My filter stopped working for a moment there. I guess that tells you a little bit more about me then." His lips turning into a smirk before he let out a soft laugh. ”No need to filter yourself around me. I’m all for knocking out creeps. .It does and I like what I see. I think you’ll be a good fit here.” He liked a girl who knew how to stand up for herself. Something he’d instilled in his sister growing up. He never held back either, an asshole in the real world wouldn’t so why set her up for failure. ”The jobs yours Hayes, if you want it.”
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
”No need to filter yourself around me. I’m all for knocking out creeps. It does and I like what I see. I think you’ll be a good fit here.”
Hayes couldn't help the smile that took over her face but she quickly tried to school that back into submission so it was little more of smirk and even then, that felt like a little too much.
”The jobs yours Hayes, if you want it.”
She raised a brow - simple as that? She was almost expecting to get the gentle dismissal that she'd get a call that would never come.
"Yeah, I would really like the job," she said, careful not to just burst with joy over the fact she had a job now outside of the MMA, "Just tell me when you want me to start, I'll be sure to put in any notices when my other job comes into play. My coach manages my fights, so there might be the odd day or two where I am absent, but I always have ample notice on that."
Mentally she shrugged, may as well be honest to an extent - guy was taking her at her word after all and it wouldn't go over well if she just didn't show up after getting her ass kicked.
