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 Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:56 pm
"Thanks, I'm a tattoo artist myself actually," she said with a grin, and it was obvious that this was something she truely loved.
The next question didn't surprise Antony. It was a question she must have answered thousands of times before, along with pricing questions and procedure questions. "It depends on where you get it, the size, and how intricate the design chosen is. For example, if there isn't much 'meat' between the bone and the skin, like your hip or breast bone... it'll hurt more. And then there's pain tolerance and the like. You get the idea."
Antony chuckled softly, rubbing the towel over her short hair once more before slinging the towel over her shoulders.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:03 pm
Cass nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that makes sense."
At least it was a better answer than those people who had told her it didn't hurt, which sounded crazy to her. It was a giant needle, how could it not hurt?
"A tattoo artist? Really! I don't think I could do that, really, even if I had any sort of artistic talent." She grinned bashfully. "I can't imagine myself jabbing needles in people on purpose. I did use to sort of play with the idea of getting a tattoo someday, but I never did."
She didn't think scales would take a tattoo very well, if it came to that.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:19 pm
Antony gave a proud smile, positively beaming that Cass was so interested and excited that she was a tattoo artist. This all together boosted her ego as well as her mood. "Well... I didn't jab my customers..." She smiled as she corrected the snake girl.
"I miss my jobs, can't do either on the island because I don't have the equipment ya know?" Sighing, Antony looked sad about this, but the emotion wasn't visible for long. "If I had everything I needed, then I could ink you, but I won't do it without sterilized equipment."
She had always been a stickler for that.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:25 pm
Cassidy smiled, twisting her fingers around her book. "It'd have to be sterilized, of course." She could recall her mother telling her horror stories about hepatitis when she's learned of her daughter's vague interest in tattoos. "But honestly..."
She looked uneasily down at her forearms. "I don't know how well that would work on me. I've never heard of anyone tattooing scales."
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:30 pm
"Me either," she began, frowning thoughtfully while looking the blonde over, "Are you... All scales? Because if you're not then I could tattoo there for sure... That is, considering I could get the equipment and whatnot..." Antony trailed off, chewing on her lip ring while her tails twitched behind her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:38 pm
"Not... entirely." Cassidy looked away, rather embarassed. "Down my throat, my stomach. That's really it." And lower, but she was not about to start talking about that with Antony.
She hesitated, and said, "Though it might be a waste. I'd hate for you to do that--which would be really great of you, even if I could ever decide on something--and then have... well. Scales grow over it." She grimaced.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:44 pm
"Well, we don't have to worry about it... Because I don't have any of my equipment on the island," she shrugged, glancing down to her pale skin and then up towards the sun. "s**t, I'm going to get burned..."
Her sunscreen had probably washed off during her surfing, and thanks to her transformation, Antony was more prone to burning now. "I best go. It was nice meeting you."
With a smile, the tattooed woman picked up her bag and then surfboard before heading back towards the duplexes for a shower.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:53 am
((Nu RP)) After her movie watching and a good long nap, Colche had decided it was ultimately time to stretch her legs. Ambrose's Polo shirt still dangled around her slender frame, it came all the way down past her bottom but not much further than that. Cloths were restricting to the little cheetah girl, she couldn't run properly with them on, they chaffed and got in the way so upon hitting the beach the long shirt came off over her head.
A brisque breeze rushed past her slim frame making her jet black hair fly out towards the path and the villiage from whence she had come. A gentle puurr echoed from her chest as eh eyes narowed a bit.
The bright sun over head would usually have made her squint ehr eyes, but the thick black lines that now lay beneath them stopped ehr from getting the suns glare so she simply stood, admireing the pure white sands. the sands where the best place to go running, the best place to stretch her legs. The tendons and racing mucles tenced andreleaxed before she broke off in to a quick run, her speed unmatched by any now, this was the time for the cheetah to play, all else was forgotten but the sound of ehr swift paws upon the light sand and the slight swish of her long tail as it kept her balanced.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:00 am
Billy had given himself enough time to heal his wounds befor he decided to venture out again. His exploration of the beach befor had been cut short, and he figured he should give it another go. And if he happened to spot certain pale, hairy bummed tatooed women, well, then, he'd just have to take the long way around.
It was her own loss.
Sniffing in his nervious gesture, he rubbed his hands together, shoes off and laces tied so he could sling them over his shoulder and his trousers rolled up towards his knees, he went walking across the sand. The water was cold and lovely against his aching feet. No more running. Brilliant.
He spotted something darting across the beach, and wondered who'd have such a strange pet dog on the island.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:09 am
Colche soon came speedingin to view, her slim from coming to an almost complete, on a dime stop, she skitted, but only a little her tail swaying to the left as she came to ehr halt and managed not to fall over. Her tail was a great rudder and balancing device, she didn't often fall over now.
She looked wearily at the man taking a paddle, he was newm, he wasn't fuzzy..or was he? His face was certainly fuzzy. Taking a few long legged steps closer she panted for a moment to cool her body a little, a quick run left her a little exhausted but a short pant usually let ehr recover what little poise she had "Hai" she smiles in a kittyish manner, Colche had a way of turning that sombre cheetah face in to an extremely happy kitty face. Her long tail twitched at only the tip as she awaited a reply. her mucles tenced a bit though, after all it was a new man, maybe he wasn't furry, not all men were nice, she knew that all too well. Mo male on the island had ever been mean to her, well, cept maybe Jamal but she hadn't run in tot he scary black man again.
This was a new person any way, the man was probably nice, just like everyone else.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:20 am
The man smelt strangely to the cheetah girl, a sharp sort of smell that made her nose burn. He sniffed, rubbing his nose befor crouching in front of her cluelessly, "Why hello there, little fella'... no leash fer doggies on th'island?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:26 am
"Not a doggy!" Colche stated with an extreme pout, she wasn't about to be called a doggy by anyone "Colche a Cheetah", She crossed her arms in a slightly angry manner her brow furrowed and her bottom lip jutting out . She sneezed as she finally caught whif of his scent though and she rubbed her nose with a furry clawed hand. "Leash?" she tilted her head, her nose still wrinkling, he smelt so strange she had never scented anyone so weird before, the smell was'nt too attractive to her either "you smell yukky" she stated with a pull of her tongue which was closely followed by a grin and a giggle, it was hard to keep Colche down for long "Who you? Me is Colche" she flickered her long tail standing with onw foot paw in front of the other, her white tail tip still flickering in a slightly aggitated manner.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:35 am
He jumped when the animal spoke, his eyes widening. It took him a moment befor he noticed the still human aspects of her appearence. A furry cheetah girl? He must have been hellucinating. That happened sometimes. He chuckled, "Colche's a cheetah, aye? Well, miss cheetah," He squatted down in front of the hellucination, strategically ignoring the remark about his smell. It must have been influence from his subconcious. Bloody subconcious. He had no regrets.
"Well," The girl seemed also equipt with poor grammar. He wondered if English wasn't her first language, or that perhaps the fact cheetahs lack the capasity for speaking that influenced that. Or perhaps it was just the smack. "Aintcha' a cutey?" He reached to pet her head. She was certainly the cutest hellucination he had had in a while. He preferred her to the shadowy spiders that would sometimes crawl under his skin.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:41 am
Colche ducked slightly when he reached his hand out to her though when he touched her head she let out a puurr her nose still wrinkled in an unhappy manner, he really did smell quite sour to her sensitive nostrils.
She licked her lips her furry ears perking as she was petted her big blue eyes resting upon the taller man without an ounce of fear, at leat for now. His scent was so, unusual to her she didn't know whether to stay and be petted or to flee and find somethign to wash her nose in. Well for now she could bear withit, she liked to be petted.
"Colche Princess Cheetah" she grinned, her new title as 'princess cheetah' delighted her more than anything she wanted to tell everyone what she was.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:50 am
"Ach! Royalty, eh? Well, Princess, I'm Billy," Yes, it most definatly had to be a hellucination. "An' y'know, I'm though' o' as a bit o' a prince meself where I'm from," He beamed at the little cheetah girl.
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