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[Deagan Maddock]

xx: The city was alive today. People of all shapes and sizes, from all walks of life filed by on the dirty sidewalks. This being the East Side, most of the people looked as dirty as the sidewalk they walked on. But still some people looked rediculously out of place. These people wore nice, clean clothes and didn't look like they carried a gun on them. Most likely down here for business or to visit the FreakShow.

xx: FreakShow had been around for years. Since before the East Side was, well, the 'East Side'. Before gangs overtook this section of the city in a nasty way. The owner refused to move his shop. This was it's original building, and he's not gonna let some stupid gangs run him out of his own turf. People from all over Denver flock to FreakShow to get their tattoos done. If these people are scared of getting shot on a trip down here and don't come because of it, then they don't deserve a tattoo anyways. But most people will risk it. FreakShow artists are that good.

xx: Deagan had gotten his first (and only) tattoo here. He'd been interested in tattoo art since he was about 13, but his mother made him promise not to get one until he was 18. So as soon as he turned 18, he came to FreakShow and got a tattoo of a Pheonix on his left ribcage. It took hours and hurt like crazy, but it was worth it. Deagan fell in love with the shop and applied for a job. He got started out as a general employee, running errands and what not, but he's training to become and actual artist. Sort of like a paid intern.

xx: So that's what Deagan's doing today. Working. He loves his job at FreakShow. Deagan walked in, the little bell above the door jingling, and greeted everyone with a nod. He fit right in with this crowd in his baggy jeans, black t-shirt, and black Converse. He'd gotten up late this morning, so his hair was a little disheveled, but nobody would care.

xx: Deagan took his place at the front reception desk-like thing. He sat down on the spinning chair, kicked his feet up onto the desk, and waited for the day to start picking up. The shop would get busy before long, he knew. He was ready.