Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 23rd – April 18th

Pierce Pressure

“You have to do it, Yhesy! Everyone at school has the piercing.”
Jessie may be my bestie, but at times like this her whiny pleas can really grate on my last nerve. She is the one from the good family and she’s the one pressuring me to bow to peer pressure. Go figure.

It’s Friday afternoon and a half school day, otherwise I would not have let Jessie drag me downtown to a questionable looking tattoo parlor. She’s the one who brought me here. I live not far from here, but even I have never been to this area. Go figure.

It’s not like I am a prude or a snob. My wardrobe runs to the punk/goth side, where Jessie is the preppie cheerleader. I doubt Jessie has ever been downtown in her life, since her family has a huge house on the upper east side. Go figure.

People look at us and whisper that I am the bad influence because I dress differently and my naturally blond hair has dark purple streaks. I am the one getting straight A’s in school and tutoring Jessie in nearly every class so she doesn’t flunk out. Go figure.

Now it is Jessie who is nervous as her fingernails dig into my arm when we walk into the ship. Despite the questionable neighborhood, the shop is clean, well lit and organized. The two guys inside exchange a look as we walk in. I can just imagine what they are thinking about this odd couple. Go figure.

“How can we help you, ladies,” the guy at the far end of the shop asks. He is shirtless and has the most amazing tattoos, but it’s his piercings that have my attention. Though I may still be considered jail bait at 17, I can appreciate a good looking guy a couple years older. Go figure.

“My … my … my friend wants her ear pierced,” Jessie stutters. Yes, the cheerleaders of Walt Whitman High School think more than one ear piercing is edgy and why they all have one extra piercing; all filled with a shiny and expensive diamond stud. Go figure.

The guy closer to the door barks out a laugh while the hottie just shakes his head and leans back in his chair. “That’s what mall jewelry shops are for, little girl. Besides, I don’t work on underage kids. It’s the law.”

“I’m 18,” I say as I step closer, “and I want that piercing.” I point to a picture on the wall of a three spike piercing along the length of a nose. I have secretly longed for such a piercing, but would never admit it out loud. Took Jessie’s whining to join the ‘in crowd’ to take the next step. Go figure.

I hand the guy my driver’s while I continue to stare at the piercing with longing. I ignore Jessie’s whispered protests in my ear and the tug on my arm to move me toward the door. Sure, she wanted me to follow the latest trend, but never expected me to take her ‘pierce pressure’ to a completely different level. Go figure.

“This says your 17, sweetheart,” Mr. McHottie says as he hands back my I.D. I also notice he gives me a very thorough appraisal from head-to-toe that makes me tingle all over. I did a little looking of my own and noticed the advanced online college course on his laptop. Sexy and smart all rolled up in a yummy looking package in a out of the way tattoo place. Go figure.

“My birthday is Sunday,” I admit as I put my I.D. in my pocket. “What’s a day or two? I am here now.”

“A day or two is the difference between my loosing my license and not, sweetheart. If you still want the piercing, come back on Sunday and I will do it for free. We’ll call it a birthday present.”

“I’ll be here Sunday,” I say with confidence and a quirk of a smile. “And my name is Yhesy, sweetheart.” Maybe Jessie’s little push turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Free piercing and another look at hotstuff in tight jeans. Go figure.

“Mine’s Kieran,” he say as he holds out is hand to me. As I take it, I feel the electricity pass between us. Oh, yes, this will be a very memorable 18th birthday.

Go figure.

Sizes: unriggedunisex // mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Metals (various show/hide options for all kind of different parts)
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 20th – December 20th

The world has ended. There was once a Before. Now it is just After.
At least, the world we knew. When food was a matter of walking into a store or pulling up to a drive through window. When water and power was piped into your homes and the Internet was a source of communication and entertainment. It’s all gone now.
The radiation left the ground barren and broken. Food now comes from the only other survivors of the apocalypse – the cockroaches. Clean water doesn’t exist – water barely exists. I am lucky to find water at all.
Supplies of any kind are long gone. The looters saw to that. What little I have I stole from the dead, including the shirt off a corpse’s back. My sneakers barely have any rubber sole left and my toes are already poking through ever growing holes. I am no better than a vulture picking bones clean. I am a scavenger…
Back in the time Before, I was beautiful. My skin had a peaches-and-cream glow and was soft as silk. Once long, golden blond hair crowned my head. I was carefree and happy. My parents had money and I lived a charmed and privileged life.
Now After, my face is scarred by radiation burns and my skin is so badly cracked that it’s bleeding. Only chopped and uneven brittle strands of hair peek out beneath a filthy cap. A plastic bag holds my few precious possessions.
Everyone i knew is dead. My parents and grandparents were all at some gala/fund raiser/charity event -whatever the cause of the month was, while I was in the underground parking garage where we lived. One minute I was getting out of my Mercedes and the next the building seemed to collapse around me. How I survived, I will never understand.
There is nowhere safe. It is too hot to move around by day, so I have to find a small hole or tiny space in a collapsed building to hide and sleep. I know what will happen if I am caught by one of the gangs. I know what they do to women. I know all too well.
Soon I will be ready to leave the city. It’s taken weeks to gather what I need and make my way to the docks. Better to take my chances in the wilderness than here among the other survivors who kill for no other reason than they can. I learned to sail when I was young and can handle a sail boat on my own. If I can make it out of the city, I will head for the ocean and …
What was that noise? I clutch my meager belongs to my chest and draw up into a tight ball. If I stay small and quiet, maybe they won’t find me. Just maybe i can survive another day. Just maybe … <gasp>
… to be continued …
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky). Legacy[M], Signature Gianni, Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Event Location: Salvage Station