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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 7:42 pm
Odin was actually not tattooing, not that he minded. His appointment for another tramp stamp had to be rescheduled. Oh no! He'd used the extra time to come up with some sketches. He joined Charlie and Dartsmoore on the couch in the waiting room and handed them their sketches.
Dartsmoore had 3. One of a very feminine autumn fairy perched on a rock, watching a frog in a stream. It was more cute than anything else. The second was a fairy in the woods, wandering, eyes upward. There was more nature, and the fairy was just big enough to stand out. The third was another fairy, this time sitting on a leaf and catching a leaf on her palm. It was more realistic than anything.
Charlie had two. After all, Odin was slightly more interested in his pieces and wanted some more input. The first was of a woman spread on a cloth, her back to the front. She was naked, legs spread, and peering over her shoulder at the viewer, a tendril of hair curling near her eye and her hands resting on a sharp blade laying behind her. The second was a woman standing, one sleeve of her dress hanging down about her arm, hinting at something naughty, but not quite there. She had a pointed staff and stared at the viewer down her nose, a bloodied hand raised.
"None of them are final. Tell me what you like, I can put some more together. I'm actually free until closing, now, so we can chill and figure out the perfect tat."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 7:47 pm
Dartsmoore was rather quick to choose hers, pointing to the third sketch almost immediately. "That one is my favorite of them. They are all nice but the last is more what I was looking for."
Charlie, on the other hand, wasn't totally sure what to make of his. "I think I find the second more appealing. She seems more hateful, cold. The other lacks the same level of the war emotion versus the lust emotion. I was hoping for war to be the more dominant feature in her." he spoke smoothly, his voice even.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 7:56 pm
Odin nodded. He was used to this. It was obvious in the way he suddenly whipped out his notebook.
"Alright. Tell me what to change and mix up."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:02 pm
"Just pure cruelty on a really pretty face. A lovely body, clothed scantily, but holding torture devices, hands covered in blood. You're going the right direction with that one." he said with a nod. The man's thoughts were flowing much more freely this time around. He was getting more visuals of what was right now that he'd seen what was 'wrong' so to speak.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:03 pm
And Odin thanked...well. Odin for that. He needed some direction!
"What sort of torture devices we lookin' for?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:07 pm
Charlie shrugged once again. "Whips, chains, knives, flails, whatever you can think of. That's not as hard to pick between." his words had a strange air to them, like mentally mocking something.
Dartsmoore on the other hand seemed perfectly content with her choice. No alterations were necessary.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:13 pm
"Alright. Come on back and we can work on this," Odin said. He just crumpled the rejected sketches and tossed them away, save the first fairy one that his sister had shown interest in. He pinned that to his cork board.
"Alright. let's get on this thing." And he started over entirely. A wireframe sketch, some flesh, swelling breasts, a tiny top and a skirt with a slit all the way up one leg. He kept the hair the same, put up, done impeccably and somehow still smacking of a...satisfied woman, so to speak. In one hand she held a scythe-like weapon almost seductively. In the other, a whip. All were bloodied.
Now for the face.
Odin stopped a moment and closed his eyes. He grabbed another sheet of paper and thought back. He knew that look. Pure evil. Cruelty. Striking fear. Oh, he knew it and he wished he didn't. He scribbled it down, and oh, it was terrible to look at.
"Like...like that?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:30 pm
"Yes." the voice was not quite Charlie's. It was cold, dark, that mentally mocking air still present, though obviously not of Odin or his work. "Perfectly done."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:31 pm
Odin sighed. "I know."
And he added the face to the woman. His voice was...sad now. Wanting.
"What would you like changed?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:02 pm
"Nothing. It works. A little too well I may wonder but yes." Charlie nodded, calm in his speech. "Any alteration I could think of now would take away from the piece. It is fine as is."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:04 pm
Odin nodded.
"Good, good." And he began to color both pieces. As the face gained color he didn't remember, he felt relieved. This wasn't that brutal woman, but a vengeful slut. It was all good. He slid the colored pieces over, grinning honestly again.
"You like?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:46 pm
Dartsmoore gave it a quick, sharp glance and nodded once. It was correct - she was easy to please and he a good enough artist to meet her standards. Charlie took a longer look at his, studying the color and features before finally deeming it acceptable.
"Looks good to me." he stated at last.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:48 pm
Odin smiled.
"Alright. Now we just need to make another appointment. You guys wanna do it all in one sitting ooor...?" And he started toward the front desk.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:50 pm
"Doesn't matter to me. One sitting will work for me." Dartsmoore intoned, wondering vaguely if Sinny and Kahlua were behaving themselves for Bailey. She trusted her elder son but the younger two were odd.
"Two should probably be preferable for me." Charlie stated amiably. "I can take a lot of pain but time and patience is another matter."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:54 pm
Odin was mixing his inks to get the proper tint as Charlie sat in his chair. His sister Joro, the piercer, was in, and so was Odin's other artist, Gregory. He was currently eating a sandwich.
"So. How's your cousin like her new tat?"
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