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The               first               time               I               caught               a               glimpse               of               tattoo               sleeves               on               www.prankpalace.com,               I               thought               they               were               awesome.

I               wanted               a               pair,               and               I               knew               my               boyfriend               would               get               a               kick               out               of               them               as               well.

Recently,               though,               while               shopping               in               Wal-Mart,               we               actually               came               across               a               rack               of               tattoo               sleeves               for               only               $3.88.

Prank               Palace               sells               them               for               nearly               $12,               and               when               I               saw               them               for               under               $4,               I               had               to               have               them.

My               boyfriend,               who               seemed               more               excited               by               them               than               I,               actually               ended               up               buying               them.
               What               are               tattoo               sleeves?
               They               are               painless               tattoos.
               On               very               thin,               yet               durable               netted               nylon               type               slips               are               decorations               that               look               like               actual               tattoos.

When               you               slip               them               onto               your               arm               they               are               to               give               off               an               actual               arm               sleeve               tattoo               type               illusion.
               My               First               Thoughts:
               I               knew               that               buying               them               though               would               only               provide               amusement               for               a               few               minutes,               and               then               that               would               be               that.

They               would               eventually               end               up               lost               in               laundry               room               land,               or               slip               under               the               bed               somewhere               never               to               be               found.
               His               Use:
               He               ripped               open               the               package               and               began               to               pull               the               sleeve               up               onto               his               arm.

At               first               it               was               difficult,               because               they               do               not               really               have               stretchable               elastic               ends.

It's               sort               of               like;               once               it's               tight,               it               won't               budge               up               your               arm               anymore.

He               managed               to               inch               the               arm               sleeve               up               his               arm               little               by               little               till               finally               it               was               in               an               area               he               thought               looked               best.
               One               problem               though,               you               could               totally               tell               down               by               the               wrist               that               they               were               not               real               tats.

In               fact               they               looked               pretty               dumb.

He               then               put               a               watch               on               to               cover               the               area               that               gave               it               away.

As               a               result,               the               sleeve               looked               pretty               realistic...from               a               distance.
               Up               close               the               sleeve               has               mini               mesh               holes               in               the               sleeve,               which               it               a               total               give               away.

From               a               distance,               though,               everything               comes               together               and               looks               pretty               freaking               neat.
               My               Use:
               I               was               pretty               excited               to               get               my               sleeve               on               as               well,               however               I               was               able               to               pull               it               up               pretty               far,               and               the               sleeve               was               still               loose               down               by               my               forearm,               so               basically               it               looked               like               a               loose               long               sleeved               stocking               on               my               arm.

It               turned               out               that               my               arms               were               not               big               enough               to               fill               the               tattoo               sleeve,               and               that               they               were               designed               with               men               in               mind,               or               those               with               large,               large               arms.
               For               me,               it               just               looked               ridiculous.
               Styles:
               There               were               a               few               styles               to               choose               from.

Some               which               were               just               black               tribal               markings,               and               other               sleeves               with               full               color               drawings               of               dragons               and               flames.
               Overall:
               Like               I               had               imagined,               the               tattoo               sleeves               were               cool               for               about               5               minutes,               and               now...

they               sit               somewhere               in               a               bag.

I               don't               think               he               is               going               to               whip               them               out               again,               or               even               bother               to               wear               them               out               in               public.

It               is               my               opinion               that               they               would               be               more               of               a               hit               with               kids...only               they               would               have               to               make               them               a               lot               smaller               to               accommodate               smaller               arms.

As               of               now,               they               are               designed               for               men.
               It               would               be               pretty               pansy               to               see               an               actual               grown               man               walking               around               town               with               a               fake               tattoo               sleeve               on               though...

which               leaves               me               with               a               final               opinion...they               are               worthless               and               lame.






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                   The               red               scarf               stood               out               against               her               pale               collarbone.

    Her               fingers               felt               along               the               inside               of               her               deep               pockets,               tracing               the               frayed               inseam.

    Reaching               around,               she               loosely               grasped               the               largest               coin               her               pocket               contained,               the               new               addition.

    Pulling               it               out,               she               turned               it               between               her               thumb               and               pointer               finger.

    She               watched               the               light               and               shade               play               off               each               other               along               the               capitalized               word,               "Liberty"               as               well               as               the               face               below               it.

    She               dropped               it               back               into               her               pocket,               satisfied               again               with               her               choice               as               she               turned               away               from               the               fountain               where               it               was               found.
                   Caylie               stumbled               slightly               over               the               uneven               bricks               that               spread               out               over               the               courtyard.

    The               fountain               stood               with               a               three-tier               posture               in               its               middle,               with               cool               water               spilling               over               its               sides.

    There               was               nothing               magnificent               about               it.

    It               was               peaceful               like               any               other,               built               in               a               similar               fashion,               and               had               the               same               metallic               look               as               other               fountains               she'd               seen               before.

    Outside               of               the               courtyard               was               a               small               park               where               children               ran               awkwardly               by               on               unsteady               legs.
                   Once               back               at               her               car,               she               paused               with               keys               and               assorted               keychains               hanging               through               the               gaps               of               her               fingers.

    The               park               was               busier               today               due               to               a               fundraiser               so               the               parking               lot               was               like               a               stretched               quilt               of               color.

    From               where               Caylie               was               standing,               she               could               turn               and               look               all               the               way               back               to               where               the               lot               almost               reached               the               road.

    Blues,               reds,               blacks,               and               whites               dominated               with               flecks               of               deep               greens               or               bright               yellows               and               the               occasional               color               that               is               hard               to               identify.

    Placing               her               keys               back               in               her               purse,               Caylie               began               walking               behind               the               cars,               eying               the               license               plates.

    Mostly               South               Carolina               tags.

    The               blue               car               a               few               cars               down               from               her               red               one               was               from               Georgia,               though,               and               the               car               next               to               that               was               apparently               visiting               from               North               Carolina.

    Caylie               probably               looked               lost,               but               she               didn't               mind               as               her               heels               continued               to               click               across               the               pavement.

    She               turned               to               head               back               toward               her               car,               becoming               bored               with               the               visiting               vehicles.

    She               pulled               the               keys               out               of               her               too-small               black               purse               as               she               arrived               at               her               car               again               and               eyed               the               scratch               under               the               door               handle.
                   --               
                   Caylie               pulled               the               sleeve               down               over               her               wrapped               forearm               as               she               stepped               out               into               the               sunlight,               letting               the               glass               door               shut               behind               her.

    In               a               few               hours               she'd               be               able               to               unwrap               her               newest               ink               of               black               and               gray               in               order               to               clean               it               meticulously.

    She               loved               rubbing               the               lotion               into               her               skin,               tracing               the               raised               lines               that               were               slightly               sore               but               mostly               beautiful.

    This               wasn't               her               first               time               by               any               means.

    But               she               could               swear               to               anyone               that               this               one               would               be               her               favorite.
                   After               leaving               the               park,               she               had               immediately               driven               to               her               favorite               tattoo               parlor               and               asked               for               a               replica               that               could               be               placed,               face               up,               on               her               arm.

    What               she               loved               about               parlors               was               that               no               one               cared               what               kind               of               ink               she               got.

    Flipping               through               the               art               books               provided               could               easily               prove               that               -               Virgin               Mary               in               positions               that               would               make               almost               anyone               uncomfortable,               nuns               being               anything               but               chaste,               and               pornographic               fairies.
                   Caylie               paused               by               a               trashcan               that               sat               just               off               the               sidewalk.

    Greasy               sandwich               bags               and               empty               soda               cups               barely               clung               to               the               top               that               was               threatening               to               overflow.

    She               pulled               out               the               coin               she               borrowed               from               the               fountain               earlier,               running               her               thumb               over               the               face               of               it.

    Pinching               it               with               her               forefinger               and               thumb,               she               carefully               balanced               it               on               one               of               the               lids               of               a               crushed               cup               and               left               it               there.
                   --
    Caylie               sat               in               the               middle               of               her               queen-sized               bed,               legs               tangled               in               the               masses               of               blankets.

    Pushing               her               glasses               up               the               frame               of               her               nose,               she               bent               forward               towards               her               laptop,               scrolling               slowly               through               Classified               ads.

    She               could               hear               Steve's               car               parking               outside               of               their               small               apartment.

    From               her               perch,               she               could               see               the               front               door.

    She               didn't               look               up               when               he               entered.

    "I               got               a               new               tattoo               today,"               she               called               out.
                   Steve               crossed               the               apartment               into               their               bedroom,               stopping               just               inside               the               doorway.

    The               corners               of               his               thin               lips               turned               down               as               he               leaned               against               the               wall,               "What?"
                   Caylie               smiled               and               held               out               her               arm               to               reveal               the               coin               imprinted               on               her               skin.

    "It's               a               wish               coin."
                   Steve               took               a               couple               steps               towards               her               as               he               analyzed               the               new               ink,               "It               looks               like               a               nickel,               Caylie."               He               sighed,               "What               the               hell."
                   Caylie's               smile               faded               and               she               folded               her               arms               in               her               lap,               "Well,               thanks               for               the               interest."               She               turned               her               attention               back               to               the               laptop.

    Radioshack               always               seemed               to               be               hiring.
                   "It's               like               you're               saying,               'Hey,               I'm               worth               five               cents.'               Why               would               you               get               a               coin               tattooed               on               your               arm?"
                   PetSmart.

    Sprint.

    Macy's.

    She               continued               scrolling,               uninterested.

    "Because               I               can?"
                   "So               how               many               random               tattoos               is               that               now?

    Five?"
                   "I               even               thought               about               inviting               you               this               time,"               she               replied,               ignoring               his               question.
                   "And               you               obviously               changed               your               mind."
                   Caylie               finally               met               his               gaze,               shoulders               dropping               forward               slightly.

    The               strap               of               her               tank               top               fell               off               her               shoulder,               a               thin               red               line               across               a               thin               white               plane.

    "Well,               would               you               have               come?"
                   Steve               eyed               the               strap.

    Caylie               pushed               it               back               up               onto               her               shoulder.

    "Sure."
                   "I'll               invite               you               next               time               then."               Caylie               returned               her               attention               once               more               to               her               computer.

    Starbucks.

    Dillard's.

    Jenny               Craig.

    Steve               turned               and               mumbled               as               he               left               the               room,               leaving               Caylie               scrolling               through               opportunities.
                   They'd               been               together               for               four               years,               as               shown               by               their               history               displayed               on               the               walls               throughout               the               cramped               apartment.

    She               worked               sometimes,               but               Steve               never               made               it               seem               like               a               necessity.

    He               always               made               sure               to               provide               enough               income               for               them               to               survive               regardless.

    Closing               her               laptop               on               a               Kohl's               ad,               Caylie               leaned               back               against               the               headboard.

    She               ran               her               fingers               over               the               lines               of               her               tattoo               methodically               in               a               constant,               steady               circle.
                   --               
                   On               route               to               her               friend               Josh's               house,               Caylie               stopped               at               a               gas               station               to               buy               a               soda               and               chips               as               she               always               did               on               such               an               occasion.

    After               doing               so,               she               paused               for               a               moment               beside               the               ice               coolers               in               front               of               her               car.

    Placing               the               chips               and               soda               on               the               hood,               she               reached               into               her               pocket               for               matches.

    A               number               was               written               neatly               on               the               wall               behind               her               with               brownish               scrapes               all               over               it.

    She               turned               slightly               and               struck               a               match               against               it               as               she               had               done               many               times               before               and               watched               the               other               customers               in               the               lot.

    They               all               looked               irritated               at               the               world,               standing               blankly               by               their               cars               with               one               hand               on               the               pump.
                   She               had               written               the               number               there               months               ago               on               her               way               to               Josh's               once.

    She               had               been               curious               if               anyone               would               notice               it               there.

    And               if               so,               who               would               call               her?

    What               would               they               want?
                   Satisfied,               she               picked               up               her               things               and               moved               to               return               to               her               car.
                   --               

    The               rapid               clicking               of               controls               could               be               heard               even               from               the               kitchen               as               Caylie               reached               into               the               fridge               for               another               beer.

    She               returned               to               Josh's               room               and               sat               on               the               edge               of               the               bed,               watching               as               Donkey               Kong               dominated               the               other               computer               players               in               Super               Smash               Brawl.

    Finally               gaining               control               of               the               Smash               Ball,               D.Kong               whipped               out               his               drums,               sound               waves               knocking               the               other               players               off               the               screen.

    Caylie               placed               Josh's               beer               on               the               floor               at               his               feet               before               opening               her               soda.

    The               game               over,               Josh               threw               his               controller               to               the               side               and               grabbed               his               beer,               "Thanks.

    Want               to               play               a               round?"
                   Caylie               shook               her               head,               "I               suck               too               much.

    I               can               dominate               you               in               Mario               Kart,               though."
                   Josh               laughed,               "Oh-ho.

    Lies."               He               took               a               swig               before               moving               to               change               games.

    "Is               Steve               coming               over               later?"
                   Caylie               shrugged,               "Depends               on               how               he               feels               after               work."
                   Josh               nodded               in               response.

    "Well,               either               way."
                   A               friend               for               at               least               two               years,               Josh               was               almost               never               serious.

    He               felt               that               laughter               truly               fixed               everything.

    Caylie               preferred               that               he               didn't               try               to               mend               things               beyond               a               joke               or               two.
                   Josh               placed               his               hand               on               her               lower               back.

    It               was               warm               from               his               grip               on               the               controller               earlier.

    She               glanced               at               him               from               the               corner               of               her               eye               as               he               spoke,               "Game               time?"
                   She               smiled               and               pulled               away               from               his               hand,               reaching               down               to               grab               her               own               controller.

    He               left               his               hand               on               the               bed               behind               her               as               she               did               so,               watching               as               she               readjusted.

    Only               when               he               needed               to               start               choosing               characters               did               he               remove               his               hand.
                   Later               that               night,               others               had               decided               to               join               them.

    While               the               boys               continued               playing               their               games,               Caylie               slipped               away               to               sit               out               on               the               porch               and               finish               her               drink.

    This               was               a               regular               Friday               night               for               them               -               drinking               and               video               games.

    Caylie               was               one               of               the               guys               on               those               nights,               something               she               preferred.
                   As               she               sat,               she               watched               the               cars               on               the               main               road               next               to               the               street               that               she               was               on.

    The               headlights               bobbed               over               the               nearby               railroad               tracks               before               swinging               around               at               the               bend               in               the               road               and               passing               out               of               her               sight.
                   When               Caylie               was               halfway               through               her               drink,               the               door               next               to               her               opened               and               shed               a               stream               of               light               onto               the               porch               deck               followed               by               a               tall               silhouette.

    She               looked               up               to               see               Josh               as               he               shut               the               door               behind               him,               "Getting               bored?"
                   Caylie               shook               her               head,               "No,               just               chilling               out               here               for               a               bit."
                   Josh               sat               next               to               her               and               patted               her               on               the               knee               before               leaning               back               in               his               lawn               chair,               "We               could               probably               see               the               moon               if               the               trees               weren't               in               the               way."
                   As               the               two               sat               together,               Caylie               held               onto               her               cup               tightly               in               one               hand.

    "The               headlights               look               like               little               moons,"               she               spoke               as               she               waved               her               other               hand               in               the               direction               of               the               cars.
                   There               was               a               pause               as               Josh               looked               over,               "Yea,               I               suppose               they               do."
                   The               noise               from               inside               broke               through               as               the               door               was               opened               again.

    Steve               stepped               out               onto               the               porch               and               leaned               against               the               handrail,               beer               in               hand.
                   "The               match               over?"               Josh               asked.
                   "Yea.

    If               you               want               in,               I               think               they're               about               to               play               another               game."
                   "Sweet,"               Josh               stood,               vacating               the               chair               next               to               Caylie.

    "Catch               you               two               inside               then."
                   Steve               moved               to               sit               next               to               Caylie.

    "You               alright,               sweetie?

    Been               kinda               quiet."
                   Caylie               lifted               the               red               solo               to               her               lips               and               drank               the               mixture               of               bitter               and               sweet,               "Yea."               She               turned               to               face               him,               "I'm               glad               you               decided               to               come               hang               out."
                   Steve               smiled,               "Gotta               take               a               break               every               now               and               then,               huh?"
                   Caylie               placed               the               cup               in               between               her               knees,               running               her               finger               around               the               rim.
                   He               reached               over               and               rested               his               hand               on               her               knee,               giving               it               a               little               squeeze,               "Want               to               go               back               in?"
                   Caylie               shifted               in               her               chair,               "You               go               ahead.

    I'll               be               in               a               little               bit."
                   Steve               stood               and               leaned               down,               giving               her               a               quick               kiss,               "Okay."
                   Left               alone               once               more,               Caylie               took               another               swig               of               her               drink,               looking               back               over               at               the               little               moons.
                   --               
                   Caylie's               sneakers               made               contact               with               the               pavement               repetitively,               her               body               synching               with               the               music               that               came               through               her               ear-buds.

    The               river               looked               calm               in               the               morning,               appearing               as               though               it               wasn't               moving               at               all.

    She               passed               a               man               jogging               with               his               dog               in               the               opposite               direction               as               she.

    The               dog               looked               out               of               breath,               the               bright               leash               falling               slack               as               the               dog's               pace               slowed               in               comparison               to               the               man's.

    As               the               pavement               turned               slightly               upwards,               Caylie               could               feel               a               stitch               in               her               side               begin               to               dig               into               her               ribcage.

    She               lifted               her               arms               above               her               head,               slowing               only               slightly,               her               feet               hitting               the               pavement               harder               with               more               tired               steps.
                   Steve               had               kissed               her               goodbye               when               he               left               for               work               earlier               that               morning.

    It               made               her               feel               better,               when               he'd               brush               the               hair               out               of               her               face               and               poke               her               on               the               nose               when               her               eyes               fluttered               open.
                   Coming               up               on               the               bench               that               sat               on               its               own               little               cliff               overlooking               the               river,               Caylie               stopped.

    She               sat               heavily,               leaning               back               and               taking               deep               breaths.

    Her               heartbeat               pounded               hard               against               her               chest               while               it               tried               to               slow               itself               down               as               she               breathed.
                   Her               friends               would               probably               be               sleeping               off               their               hangovers               for               another               couple               hours.

    After               being               woken               up               by               Steve,               she               had               an               early               start               on               everyone.

    She               took               her               time               washing               the               tattoo               and               moisturizing               it               so               that               it               wouldn't               crack               and               peel.

    Then               she               prepared               herself               for               her               weekend               run.

    It               was               always               a               short               one,               but               it               was               enough               to               get               her               up               and               going.
                   She               spun               her               ring               around               her               finger               methodically               as               she               breathed,               the               music               still               the               only               sound               she               could               hear.

    She               watched               the               occasional               bird               fly               down               towards               the               river               before               rising               back               up               in               the               air               and               the               fish               that               swam               in               the               more               shallow               areas.
                   Caylie               sat               there               for               a               while,               observing               and               allowing               her               body               to               rest.

    As               time               passed,               she               noticed               less               movement               in               her               surroundings.

    Nothing               else               seemed               to               move               except               her               chest               as               she               inhaled               and               her               ring               as               it               twirled.






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    However,               as               one               gets               older               you               the               best               place               for               a               tattoo               design               is               usually               in               more               discreet               areas               due               to               your               career               and               lifestyle.
                   Great               spots               for               tattoo               designs               which               are               easily               hidden               can               be               your               shoulder,               back,               thighs               and               feet.

    This               is               usually               the               best               place               for               a               tattoo               and               the               most               common               areas               to               have               a               tattoo               design               placed               so               it               is               not               noticed.

    If               you               plan               to               wear               pants               or               a               long               sleeve               shirt               you               can               also               have               your               tattoo               placed               on               your               forearm               or               your               calves.

    However,               later               in               life               you               may               regret               placing               your               tattoo               in               an               area               that's               required               to               be               covered               due               to               your               career.
                   Besides               your               career               you               may               also               want               to               think               about               how               much               pain               you               can               take.

    Whether               you're               getting               your               initials               or               an               extravagant               body               design,               your               tolerance               for               pain               is               vital,               because               getting               inked               consists               of               discomfort.

    If               you're               one               who               prefers               less               pain               the               best               place               to               get               inked               on               your               body               is               where               there's               lots               of               meat.

    However               if               your               tolerance               level               for               pain               is               high,               you               will               have               several               options               when               considering               the               best               place               for               a               tattoo.
                   Tattoos               are               permanent               designs               on               your               body               forever,               be               sure               to               designate               your               tattoo               in               a               place               you               will               not               regret.









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