⌘ Tattoo Salon

@★ Channing Tatum "Photographers everywhere.. I'm not really in the mood to smile right now." Suzy mumbled upon seeing the bunch of photographers outside the car. She sighed one last time and put a smile on her face. As soon as the cardoor open, she brightened up her smile even more and step out of the car, waving gently at them. Her bodyguards stars to gather around her to protect her from danger. She starts to walk down the alley with a smile still plastered on her lips. While Suzy is making on her way, an unknown guy runs off towards her and starts kicking one of her guards down to the ground which made her shocked and think what's happening. “I'm sorry, Miss,” Suzy blinked as he paused. “I don't know where you got that man from, but he was up to harm you.” the guy in front of her continued. Suzy divert her gazes to her bodyguard who's whining in pain in a muffled tone and blinked several times. "B-but.. he's the bodyguard who I trust the most.." She frowned as she diverted her gazes to the unknown man again. One of her bodyguards started to call the police and reported what happened. The photographers are still taking photos of the moment which made Suzy irritated so she bowed her head down with her hair hiding her face. "Geez~

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It was one of the rare days in which Channing could spend the time the way he wanted to. No palace walls, no kings and queens, no threats. It was just him and his hometown. He was making his way through the alley ways; he had agreed on meeting a friend of his in the tattoo shop he now owned. Channing had always known the latter would be an artist, but never had he imagined him opening a tattoo store.
He had almost reached the shop called 'Sorry Mom Tattoos' when he noticed something strange. Be it his weird habit of always keeping his guard up because of his training or just intuition- Channing knew something was off. However, he didn't know why yet.
That was until his eyes wandered across the street, where a beautiful young woman was making her way down the alley, with photographers following her and bodyguards sheltering her from any dangers. Or so she thought. Channing saw the knife even before one of the 'Bodyguards' took it. There was a strange form in his jacket, revealing he was wearing a weapon. The guard had no time to rethink what he was doing. He jogged across the street and grabbed the woman's bodyguard in the mole on his neck, forcing him down to his knees, where he kicked him to the ground, took his knife away and, with nothing more than his belt, handcuffed his arms behind his back. “I'm sorry, Miss,” he said, looking up at the woman (whose beauty was more than stunning) and his lips. “I don't know where you got that man from, but he was up to harm you.”