A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
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Post by achromatic on Jun 1, 2020 2:15:51 GMT
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A yawn left Emeline's mouth as she stretched out on the couch by the window of the small tattoo parlour. She usually spent her days at the desk in the back, mapping out the rest of the designs of the few clients she had, but the weather was just...so nice. She wasn't even a sun kind of person, but the warmth, soaked up in the black tee shirt she wore, made her almost doubt that.
"Hey Jack, mind getting me an iced coffee?" she called out to the man heading towards the door. He flipped her off with a grin, and she laughed, calling out a cheerful thank you, the bell giving a ring of goodbye as he left.
Running her tongue over the metal bobble in her mouth, she glanced to the clock. 2 PM. Hm, didn't she have a client right about now? Right, she should probably start getting ready. Even though she had been doing this for a year, there was still a bit of giddy nervousness or excitement–she really couldn't tell these days–when it came to tattooing. Not a lot of things excited Emeline, but this was one of them.
Pulling out the file she had for the next client, she glanced through the small stack of papers. There were three designs, hopefully the girl would like one of them.
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 1, 2020 2:43:46 GMT
Bea flipped through her Spotify playlist aimlessly as she walked down the crowded street, skipping song after song until she came upon one that matched the rhythm of her steps. The lyrics could have mattered less to her at the moment, what mattered was the beat, the sound, the feeling of the music as it moved through her, and she through the world. She was a little nervous and a little sleepy, having stayed up the night before after closing to go over some last minute ideas to talk over with the tattoo artist she was meeting with today. Sundays were the one day a week her store was closed, and though she'd been able to sleep in, her innate connection with the sun had her awake pretty much at dawn anyway, so her ass was dragging. She'd been raised prim and proper, taught by her parents that inking her skin was tantamount to graffiti, but now that they had moved upstate, her repressed rebellious streak began to show and the first step in that direction was getting a tattoo.
She hummed as she walked, more in her head than aware of her surroundings, and let out a startled yelp as she reached for the door to the tattoo parlor only to find it already open and her groping the lower-stomach region of a man as he exited. Blood rushed to her face as she began to profusely apologize, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm so sorry," she said, scrambling back to give the man space to leave. "I wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry!"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 1, 2020 3:09:57 GMT
The man seemed surprised, but he only gave the young woman a laugh, before waving it off with a 'don't worry about it.' On the other hand, Emeline heard the commotion, her head turning to the door where she saw a laughing Jack running his hand through his hair at a very tomato-red woman.
Pressing her lips together in an attempt not to laugh, she couldn't help the light snort that left her mouth. Poor girl, she thought, as she grabbed the file. Was that her client? She gave Bea a wave as Jack left. "You're Bea, right? Here for the 2PM appointment?" she spoke, giving her a smile, though it was clear she had seen the mishap just seconds ago, "yeah sorry about that, Jack's usually too busy flipping me off to look where he's actually going."
She gestured towards the tall table in the middle of the room where papers and laptops were strewn about–their work table when they weren't inking–before pulling out a chair for the other girl, plopping down on her own wheelie chair and swiveling over. "Is this your first time getting a tattoo?"
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 1, 2020 3:44:05 GMT
Bea watched in stunned silence as the man just casually walked away, unable to comprehend being so laid back in such an awkward situation. Finally, when the woman inside began to speak to her she quickly closed the door behind her and walked over to the desk covered with all sorts of designs. "Uh, yeah. I'm Bea - Beatrice, I mean." Her eyes tracked everything around the shop, from the desk to the laptop to the chairs and tables. "You're Emeline, then?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and sat down, clasping her hands somewhat nervously in front of her.
"This'll be my first tattoo, but I'm sure you could tell that already." She gave a nervous chuckle and turned her attention to some of the papers scattered about in an attempt to turn the attention away from her. "I've already read some stuff on the internet about tattoos, but I was hoping this consult would help me make the right choice. I-I don't wanna rush into this, y'know?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 1, 2020 15:36:43 GMT
Eme grinned. It was pretty normal, for someone to be nervous for their first tattoo. Hell, she had been nervous too, and months later she practically had a sleeve, to her parents' dismay. Still, it was always important to make them less jittery if possible; the less nervous they were, the easier it'd be for the rest of them.
"You can call me Emmy," she offered, "nice to meet you, Bea. Do you want a coffee? Tea? I hope you had something to eat before you came; we have some snacks but I can order doordash or something if you want." She had already moved to grab the tall bottles of water and two cups. She wasn't sure if the girl was still 100% set on her tattoo ideas, but hey, that's why they had extra time today, right? The consultation was just as important.
"It's okay to be nervous, but you don't need to push yourself if you're not comfortable," Emeline reassured, "tattoos are personal to you, so if none of these designs appeal to you, don't be afraid to ask for changes, and if you're not ready, we can always book another day." She pushed the sheets of paper towards Bea. "Now you said you wanted something more...floral, right?"
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 2, 2020 2:55:06 GMT
The way Emmy carried herself spoke to her confidence which, in turn, seemed to rub off on Bea, much to her benefit. She skimmed over Emmy's own tattoos while the latter began to place bottles of water in front of her. "A tea'd be nice, if you have any. If not, water is perfectly fine." She offered Emmy a small smile as she leaned over the papers presented to her, skimming them with her fingers as she paged through them. She saw that many of the designs had a floral inspiration to them and her appreciation for Emmy's art began to grow even more than when she'd first stumbled across her portfolio online.
She sat a few pages off to the side, deciding against them, when she paused on one of the designs. It was somewhat different from the rest, made of more smooth lines with two leaves on either side of a blooming begonia. Though the art was only a line sketch and still uncolored, Bea felt a connection with it. The mirrored leaves were symmetrical but not, and the round central flower was simple without being plain.
"This one is nice," she said after a minute or so of silent contemplation. She tucked her hair behind her ear when it fell in her face again and gave an annoyed huff. "I actually want a lot more tattoos after this one," she explained with a sheepish grin. "I know I seem super indecisive, but it's some unresolved parental shit I'm sure you don't care to hear about. I'm absolutely in love with your art, though. This piece in particular really speaks to me. Would you be able to color it in later, or is it only a line drawing?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 2, 2020 16:52:07 GMT
Emeline gave Bea a smile, as the pop of the kettle sounded a finish. Grabbing some teabags from a small box, she quickly poured the water in, grabbing the two mismatched mugs and setting them onto the table. "It's earl grey," she offered, "sorry, we kind of ran out of everything else." She noticed the other girl looking around at her designs, and she sat down as Bea looked over the designs.
The begonia? She looked at it, before turning to the girl. She could see it fitting very nicely with Bea. Emeline nodded in understanding. "Trust me, I get it," she mused, "my parents aren't exactly...happy with me either, with what I chose to do in life. I can do color or shading if you'd like, but first...have you decided where you want your tattoo, and whether the size is okay?"
She knew that most 'first tattoos' were rather small, and this would be a decent size for a first. "If you want to keep it small, I suggest somewhere more delicate, you know, the fine lines of your body rather than bigger expanses; it'll stand out a lot more."
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 3, 2020 4:06:45 GMT
"Early Gray is perfect," smiled Bea as she grasped the cup in both hands, soaking up its warmth as the tea steeped. She considered Emmy's question for a minute, lifting the paper and experimentally testing the tattoo's current size on various parts of her body. "I'm actually not too sure where I'd want it," she finally admitted, sitting it down. "On the one hand, I really like the way it looks with just the lines, but on the other hand I'm all for color whenever I get the chance..."
She trailed off and looked more closely at Emeline's own tattoos, crawling up her arm like an almost living thing. She seemed so comfortable in her body - why couldn't Bea feel the same way? She pulled thoughts back in and took a sip of her tea, pulling back when it was still too hot. "I, ah, I think I'll get it on my forearm, if you don't think it's too tender for a first tattoo?" Something about the design called to her, and she knew she would want to be able to see it whenever she desired, so putting it somewhere out of sight wouldn't work.
"How did you decide to do this as a career?" asked Bea curiously, looking around at the shop with admiration. "I mean, you get to draw on people for a living - what could be better? I mean, you do have a few people like me that are ignorant as the day is long, but I can imagine that your job is generally quite fun, right?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 4, 2020 0:06:00 GMT
Emeline nodded, her expression just as thoughtful. She could see both; after all, Bea was a blank canvas. It wasn't as if she herself had planned all of her tattoos; she just sort of...liked the same few things and they slowly became a collection of different pieces of her identity. It was difficult to pick for sure.
"I think either would look good," she offered her opinion, "but...I also know that a lot of people plan these things out, like some people stick with one style for all of their tattoos, or a color scheme for everything, but I've seen tattoos that look amazing in all different colors, it's just a matter of preference. If you don't know now, you can always come back and add to it."
The forearm was a very natural place to get a first tattoo. "Forearm sounds like a good place, we can just follow the line of your arm," her hand traced Bea's arm lightly to where she imagined the tattoo could be, "I can put the stencil there first? You'll be able to see what it'll look like and change it, if you want."
Bea's question made her smile. "Honestly, it's a long story," she laughed, "trust me, I almost wasn't going to because of my parents, but I think they're a little more okay with it now, and honestly, it's a privilege to be able to break people's tattoo virginity."
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 7, 2020 18:33:26 GMT
"Yeah, that would be great," replied Bea, blushing slightly when Emmy mentioned her 'tattoo virginity'. "I think I'd like to start with just a line drawing, and then color it in later if I decide to." She pulled her arm back as Emmy traced where her tattoo would go, the skin there sensitive and ticklish. "I'm not a wimp," she said, prefacing her next statement that sounded quite wimpy. "How badly will this hurt? Like on a scale of one to ten?"
She glanced between the stencil and her arm, trying to imagine what it would look like permanently inked onto her skin. The design called to her and just felt...right. Like it belonged. But her hypercritical brain quickly jumped in to squash any instinctive feelings, suggesting the myriad of ways this could backfire and end up being more trouble than it was worth. Though it was difficult, she ignored it and looked up at Emmy, waiting for her answer.
ooc ;; sorry my reply is so short i'm running low on creative juices right now :c
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Post by achromatic on Jun 8, 2020 14:41:38 GMT
(ahah no worries! it's all chill uwu)
"Mmm," she hummed, already grabbing the design from her laptop and printing out the stencil, "did you ever go through middle school, where someone would poke you kind of hard with a pencil or try to draw on your arm with a sharp pencil and you just had to sit there because if you chickened out, they'd laugh at you," she gave Bea a cheeky grin, "kind of like that, but don't worry, we can take breaks."
She gestured towards the tattooing chair. "The tattoo isn't big, so it shouldn't take too long, and if you want a break or anything, we can pause for a bit." She glanced to Bea's face, recognizing that look. It was a common one, of people coming in and still feeling just a little undecided.
"It'll look good, I promise," she replied in a slightly softer voice, "and if anything messes up, I'm always here to give you a touch up to it."
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 12, 2020 5:37:10 GMT
The allegory Eme offered didn't do much to assuage Bea's anxiety, but she did return the smile with a nervously excited one of her own. She took a seat on the tattooing chair, the clear plastic lining it crinkling under her weight. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, gathering her nerves, before putting her arm on the rest for Eme to lay the stencil on.
"I'll let you know if it gets to be too much so we can break," she said, glancing sideways as Eme began to get her implements set up and ready. "I'm honestly not too bad with pain - I work in a flower shop and you'd be surprised how many times I've drawn blood from a rose thorn or slipped scissors. I'm not the most dexterous." She chuckled at her own expensive, showing Eme her left hand which was riddled with light scars from mostly harmless accidents.
"Anyway, I'm actually really curious about your shop. You're pretty young - around my ageish if I had to guess. How did you get a tattoo shop to yourself already? Are you and that guy I accidentally groped in business together?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 12, 2020 6:03:35 GMT
She nodded, grabbing the print as she moved towards the chair, a razor in her hand. "Sorry," she laughed lightly, "it's easier to tattoo when you're a hundred percent sure there's no body hair to get in the way. Don't want any ingrown hairs, trust me, they're the worst." She was already putting the stencil on when Bea spoke of her flower shop experiences. She smiled at that. A flower shop sounded fun, honestly.
"God roses are sharp; you'd never know from just looking at them," she spoke, rubbing the transfer paper onto Bea's skin, "I feel like a flower shop would be amazing to have, but I can't seem to keep any of my plants alive. Either I forget to water them or I'm doing something wrong. I'm definitely not one of those green thumb kinda people."
She looked up when Bea asked about the shop, her face flushing slightly. "To be honest, I wanted to go to Parsons for Illustration, ya know? But that shit's expensive and my parents kinda had a whole 'if you don't study medicine we won't pay for your education' thing." She laughed lightly at that. "Jack's an old friend, well, one of my brother's high school friends, and he offered me an apprenticeship here. I'm technically still an apprentice, even if it doesn't say so on the website."
She peeled the transfer paper off, the purple stencil on Bea's skin. "Here, what do you think?"
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jun 12, 2020 6:33:59 GMT
Bea jumped slightly when the blade first made contact on her arm, but soon settled down and looked at Eme's face while she worked. There was a quiet concentration there, a sort of self-assurance that she knew what she was doing and was good at it. It was really something to see. Bea blushed when she realized she'd been staring and quickly moved her gaze away, falling on a sagging potted plant standing in the corner of the room.
"I can tell," she laughed, nodding to the sad fern. "Poor thing just needs some fresh soil and food. He'd perk up in a couple of days tops with that. It's not that you don't have a green thumb - you just don't know quite what to do. Plants aren't too different from people, but just different enough that it's not entirely intuitive when it comes to knowing what they need." It was clear Beatrice could talk for hours about plants and deliberately shut herself up there, eyes sparkling as she made mental plans about how to save the fern.
She was pulled back to reality when Eme explained about her situation, feeling bad she'd made her uncomfortable. "I can't believe you're only an apprentice," she said in a rush, looking down at the purple trace on the bottom of her arm. "It's perfect," she said, turning her arm from side to side to look at the entire design. "It's a perfect size, I think. Not too be to be intrusive but not tiny either. I'm totally happy with this!"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 12, 2020 6:41:48 GMT
She looked up in curiosity. Huh, so she really did know her plants. A smile appeared on Eme's face, looking rather impressed at the other girl's knowledge, before glancing to the fern on her table in the bulbasaur pot she had gotten from her older brother a few years back. The other girl's excitement was infectious, and Emeline was glad she liked it; it'd make everything go a lot easier, that was for sure.
"How did you know?" she asked, eyes bright, as she began taking out her other tools, "I mean, I just thought it didn't have enough water or something." Then again, the other girl had a flower shop, right? She probably knew all of her plants well enough; the only ones Em really knew well were the ones her mother would crush down and make that bitter medicine out of.
"It's funny how half my tattoos are flowers of some kind and I literally can't keep any of mine alive," she laughed, "makes me feel kind of ridiculous for not knowing my tattoos as well as I do." It was true, most of the ones that littered across her body were of various insects and plants, like a wild field somewhere outside the city. She always had an affinity for the weird, creepy crawlies, to her parents' dismay.
"Is there a particular reason why you chose the Begonia?"
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