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Post by reid on May 16, 2012 10:15:16 GMT -5
 
Nostalgia. That was what made Laken decide to come to the tattoo shop today – or at least that’s what she thought it was as she sat and looked up at the art wall. It didn’t hold tattoos, but instead multiple forms of artwork that other patrons had done. While some of the art was relatively well done, she couldn’t truly see why anyone would actually want to post what she was seeing on the wall. Most of it was amateur at best. Scoffing slightly, she turned her attention to a table that sat in front of a worn leather couch. Atop it sat four different photo albums, each containing the art work of a different tattoo artist. Personally, she already knew who she’d come to if she decided to get another tattoo or piercing done as Ronnie had done an exquisite job with the last ones she’d gotten.
Still, she wasn’t here to get a tattoo or piercing, not this time. She was far from old enough to get it done without her father being here with her. All the same, being here, she could clearly remember the day her father had brought her in. He’d still be rather grumpy, not wanting to think that his daughter was growing up enough to want something like this done. At first – he’d been adamant that she was ruining her body, this wasn’t how she was supposed to express herself. She’d had to argue for weeks before he finally gave in. Now that she thought back to it, she almost felt bad about manipulating and pushing her father to such a degree, but in the long run, she was just doing what both him and her mother had taught her to do in order to do what she wanted in life.
Thankfully, her thoughts were cut short as Ronnie walked into the room. He took one look at the blue haired girl and automatically remembered her. It was rarely that he got a request from someone as young as her, let alone a request for a Superhero tattoo. ”Sup kiddo?” he asked, moving over to where she stood. Looking up towards him, she scowled a little, she’d never enjoyed it when people commented on her age. Just because they were older than she didn’t mean that they were better in any way, shape, or form, ”Does it really matter?” [/color] she snapped, rolling her eyes as she turned away from him to look back towards the art wall. ”You know, you really should only put pieces of art up here that are pleasant to the eye, it makes your store look rather shoddy,”[/color] She wasn’t attempting to be insulting or anything else of the sort, in fact, she was merely stating her opinion, one that she thought everyone should share. ”Do you think you could do any better?” the man asked, appearing as if he were growing rather impatient with the young female. Laughing a bit, she turned to him with an upturned eyebrow, ”Well, I never said that I could, granted, I also haven't tried, failed, and still given you something to hang on your wall, now have I?”[/color] While she thought her point was valid, it was obvious that Ronnie hadn’t as he turned and walked away without so much as another word. There were only a few other patrons in the shop now and it was small enough that she was sure they had heard at least part of their conversation though she really didn’t care. In fact, she hoped that at least one of them had artwork on the wall so that they’d finally realize that despite what mommy says, that shit was an eyesore. [/size]
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OUTFIT! hurrr
TAGS! Altair
NOTES! <3;
INSPIRATION! Trickster – Kidney Thieves
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 16, 2012 20:09:47 GMT -5
Altair drew on her cigarette, taking it between her fingers before blowing it out, one hand tucked under her arm as she looked around at the cars driving by. Her friend was talking to her boyfriend through the car window, leaning over and probably giving a great view of her cleavage. The Fire leader rolled her eyes. She did not have time for this. She wasn't a very patient person, hated staying still for too long. Especially out in the cold like this. She didn't mind it too much with her natural affinity for fire, but it still bothered her that she couldn't show as much skin as she'd like. True, she was wearing a sweater that slipped off her shoulder and sheer stockings with her boots, but she preferred the summer months as she was sure most did. This snow bullshit didn't fly with her.
The car drove away, burning the tarmac in a screech of tires. Ellie looked after it, and Altair wanted to roll her eyes again. She was so enamored by that scumbag, the guy who used to be one of Altair's dealers. She said nothing, of course. It wasn't like she cared about the girl, she was merely exasperated by her. The Fire leader only believed in the flesh, no emotions deeper than that. She never let anyone in, and she was a hard enough person to get close to thanks to her attitude. "Let's go, Al," she chimed, still riding on that breeze of love. The Fire shook her head as she dropped the cigarette and snuffed it out with the heel of her boot.
Altair entered the store, looking around. She wasn't allowed to get tattoos without approval. Sometimes she despised the limitations her contract put on her. She was fiercely independent, enough so that she'd started many a fight over it. But this was her job, and she was enough of an adult to understand that sometimes you needed to suck shit up to get by. She did it for most of her life, after all. Of course, if someone above her pissed her off, she couldn't promise that she wouldn't keep her hands to herself.
Altair was looking at some of the art on the walls when she caught the snippet of conversation. A smirk danced across her lips. "Are you going to let her play you like that?" she asked the man, a inaudible laugh lifting her chest as she walked over. Ellie followed after, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. Altair nodded her head to the fellow blond, said, "She wants a tramp stamp, any recommendations?" The girl acted like she knew what she was talking about, and so Brit wanted to test that. Her friend slapped her arm and said, "Altair! That's not what it's called." She wrinkled up her nose and Altair lifted her eyebrows. She wanted a tattoo near her ass and she thought tramp stamp wasn't the correct lingo?
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Post by reid on May 16, 2012 20:42:57 GMT -5
She really hadn’t meant to upset Ronnie but she figured that in the long run he’d get over it. If he didn’t like what people had to say about the way he did things, maybe he should do them differently. Granted, she wasn’t entirely sure that Ronnie owned the shop, he might just be some paid employee. Regardless, she wasn’t going to let the fact that he couldn’t take criticism well bother her, it’s not like she’d insulted his dead grandmother. As the thought crossed her mind, she heard the comment from one of the other customers. She couldn’t help but smirk as she turned to look at the girl, running her hand through her black and blue hair with a shrug, ”I thought he would have put up more of a fight myself,” [/color] She obviously had no idea who the girl was, but she obviously wanted to be included in the conversation in some manner or else she wouldn’t have said anything about it in the first place. She listened as she motioned to the other girl who apparently wanted a tramp stamp but then she didn’t want one, or that wasn’t what it was called, something of the sort. Laken couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes as she approached the girls, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked up at the one who had denied the name, ”If it’s above your ass on your tailbone, it’s a tramp stamp.”[/color] She said with a shrug. Granted, she was just warming up – she liked proving people wrong well enough, but she really liked pissing off people that she found to be kind of stupid. ”Now the question you have to ask yourself is if by getting one, are you a tramp?”[/color] She asked as her smirk lengthened slightly, ”I’d have to say yes by your adamant denial that it’s called a tramp stamp, though. You sounded offended that she’d even offer the name,” she tilted her head towards the first female as she spoke about her though her amber eyes never left the gaze of the second. She suspected that she probably hit a nerve of some sort, but the reaction was what she was going for in the long run – it was the most important part of her game, she wouldn’t know if she’d won or not until she’d gotten a reaction from the ‘opposing party.’ [/size]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 17, 2012 14:13:10 GMT -5
Altair may have not been the friendliest person, but she wasn’t a bit shy. Body posture open, she held a hand against her hip and stared at the other girl frankly. Her blue eyes seemed to take everything in without moving, memorizing the area around her to catalog it in her mind, picking it all up like a dust collector. None of her thoughts could be read on her face, and it was all unconscious. She didn't put up an image for anyone, she was who she was. And she listened to the other girl with a bland expression. ”Shame,” Altair commented dryly, her eys taking in the man as well. She didn’t understand people who couldn’t bark back, it was as confusing as it was frustrating. It was only one part of the reason she hated the Earth element so much. It was not even fun to fuck with them, since all they would do is lay down and bare their belly. She had too much fight in her to ever consider surrender an option.
Altair was sure that Ellie knew it was called a tramp stamp, and such was verified when she said, ”Yeah. Excuse me if I don’t want to be called a tramp.” The girl really shouldn’t have been getting a tattoo in a place like that, then, but the Fire leader knew her reasoning behind it. She didn’t care about labels herself, though, even though she didn’t have any tattooos. She’d been called the whole gamut, most notably ‘whore’. The Fire leader mainly used insult to start fights, so in truth, she enjoyed them. Call her a whore, and she would laugh because yes, she was. And who cared if she’d give it up to anyone? It was her body, her business. Prudes merely amused her. Her temper may have been wild and unpredictable, but her pride was something else. Nothing could bring her down or make her think less of herself. She inflated her own ego, and the only power anyone else had over her was the power she gave to them. And she gave no one power.
Ellie snorted when the girl looked on, and Altair could spot malicious intent anywhere. ”You seem oddly interested in me. What, you wanna find out if I’m a tramp?” She held her fingers in a ‘V’ and licked between them. Altair gave an inaudible laugh. Ellie could be inappropriate when challenged, that was for sure. Altair would feel a desire to hang around her if she was a complete prude. ”She’s getting it for her boyfriend,” Altair clarified, thumbing through an album, her eyes focused on that at present. ”She just doesn’t know what to get.” The blond shook her head at all the skulls. She wouldn’t say she couldn’t take anyone seriously with a tattoo like that, though, because she’d still fuck anyone who had ‘mom’ written on their arm. She liked tattoos, likes touching them on another’s skin, and her sister was the one with an eye for art, not her.
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Post by reid on May 20, 2012 8:47:04 GMT -5
She merely nodded as the girl stated that it was a shame that he’d conceded so easily. In truth, it really was – Laken wasn’t someone that was going to get into something she wasn’t willing to finish and it merely irritated her when other people did it. She couldn’t help but wonder if the normal people around Maple Hollow noticed how the elementals shared certain aspects of personality depending on their element. It wouldn’t do the much good if they did notice it, but it was a curious thought all the same – she didn’t see why other people wouldn’t notice it. Hell, even Laken noticed it to some extent, the only issue was that she wasn’t allowed to say anything. If she made a mistake about someone and let a human know that she wasn’t normal, all hell would break loose for her, that was for sure.
Laken shook her head as a small laugh came from her lips, ”Well, then don’t get a tattoo there. Hell, if you have that much of an issue with people talking shit then you probably shouldn’t get a tattoo at all. Someone’s always going to have something to say, lovey.” And it was true, Laken had had plenty of people comment on her tattoo when it was visible – and not many of the things people had to say were nice. Thankfully, she had enough bite in her to take what they said and just throw it back in there face. Fact of the matter was, if you were going to worry about what other people were saying about you, it’s better for you to just conform. As a fire elemental, Laken really didn’t care what others had to say – in the long run, she knew that she was the one running the show, or at least she and others of her element were.
The insult was so generic that Laken couldn’t help but bring her hand up to cover her mouth as she gave a snort, ”Even if I were interested in women, hun, I seriously wouldn’t go for a girl that makes King Kong look like just another ape,” [/color] The girl was making this too easy and Laken was getting bored with bickering back and forth with her. It was obvious that she thought that making things slightly vulgar was a good way to get the upper hand, but it just didn’t work that way, this was something that Laken had been made aware of in middle school. It was apparent that both of the girls were older than her, obviously since the one she’d been insulting had come in to get a tattoo without an older adult to sign a consent form, all the same, that didn’t mean that Laken wasn’t on their level – or above it in some cases. Deciding that she was done messing with the girl, she listened to the other one speak before saying anything else, ”If you’re insistent on getting a tattoo on your lower back, and you really don’t want to put up with people saying too much shit, go with something classy, a floral pattern or some shit like that,”[/color] she said with a shrug. It wasn’t what she would go with personally, but if the girl really felt the need to get a tattoo because her boyfriend wanted her to get one then so be it. Laken wouldn’t get something placed permanently on her skin just because someone else wanted her to do it, but that was her, not this girl, obviously. [/size]
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OUTFIT!hurrr
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INSPIRATION! Pick up the Phone – Falling in Reverse
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 20, 2012 20:26:09 GMT -5
Altair tried not to pay too much mind on the conversation, really, butting in when she felt like speaking. That’s how it usually worked with her. She didn’t ask to be including in a conversation, she included herself all on her own. Why would she need permission from anyone? She did nothing with permission. Hell, she didn’t have parents to tell her what to do. They were back in England, and some evil part of her wished they were dead. There was a lot of bad stuff in her soul, but somehow she still felt guilty when wishing death upon the people who gave her life. Fuck ‘em. They probably didn’t even know Syria had passed, and she didn’t want them to know. They didn’t deserve any part of her. Ellie tried to keep her lips in a frown as she raised her eyebrows. ”Tattoos are good reason to talk shit, huh,” she said, nodding as if in understanding. Was this going to turn into a fight? She knew that Ellie wasn’t the type, but she couldn’t count on it. People were unpredictable. So she just waited, glancing from the corner of her eye.
Clearly, the girl wasn’t aware that Ellie wasn’t trying to fight or insult her. Altair realized this when her friend’s lips twitched in amusement. These two were very entertaining for her at this point. ”Somebody’s on the rag,” she said, rotating her head back and forth. Altair looked at her before raising her eyebrows at the other girl. Ellie looked at her. ”What, she is.” Altair snorted again. She liked fights, she really did, she got into them a lot. It was disappointing not being in school and not being able to show off how far her powers had gotten. She could still pick a fight on the street, and she would if she felt like she was challenged. The girl didn’t regress to back how it was beore Syria died, no, but her temper was volatile. Anything can be taken as a challenge, a threat, to her. She wasn’t an easy person to be around, and she wasn’t consciously aware of that. She just went about her business and did as she pleased with no concern for anyone else.
Well, fuck damn for Altair trying to get a little help. She almost laughed right out. Ellie shook her hips, said, ”Looks like this girly here thinks she knows me.” Altair ducked her head a moment, collecting herself. ”Calm your tits. Get a tribal design or something.” She looked at the guy. ”Can you do that?” she asked him. Yeah, it was a moot point, he was a tattoo artist, but she wanted to get things rolling. She sent a look the other girl’s way. ”Just want to get this over with, I have to be somewhere tonight.” Ellie waved her hand and went over to speak to the tattoo dude. Altair approached the other girl, since she was really the only one free and Altair didn’t have anything else to do. ”Altair, by the way,” she said. ”Getting ink or something?” At least she was a good talker, even though it was hard for her to do much else. She hadn’t thrown a punch yet, which would have been near impossible to keep herself from two years ago.
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