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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 1:53 pm
She had met him before of course, but that wasn't an official meeting in her mind, not as intimate as she would have hoped for. Then again, the small sadness she had over not really getting to know the boil was heavily outweighed by her love of tattooing flesh, so all in all it was a decent enough trade in her mind. However since then she had been...reading, and since then she was starting to notice a few things about the boil she and her sister had tattooed so long ago.
It made her curious, and when Needle was curious she was also rather relentless.
So as she got out of classes for the day (and survived another round of ink betraying her on paper), she bit farewell to her twin and made a detour to an area she had seen him disappear into from time to time; a club room apparently. She made her way inside as silent as a ghost, looking at the room as best as she could; for the most part everything was just dark shapes, though she did see the occasional note on the wall in ink, or some ink stains on the carpet. More importantly, she spotted a tattoo she had a hand in creating, however minimal.
"Hello, Roch." She greeted, her monotone voice carrying an edge of sweetness to it. As much as she wanted to question him right here and now, there were formalities to be had; her elders would be very cross if she forgot those! "How are you this evening?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 1:56 pm
Roch jerked, looking up a bit blankly. Sure he'd known a ghost was coming, but he hadn't expected one of the twins!
"Um... Needle?" he asked. He was somewhat certain thanks to her voice, but they sure looked a lot alike, he thought. "Hey! How's it goin?" he asked, still lounging on his beanbag chair, his guitar in his lap. "Er, at least I think you're Needle. You and your sister look a lot alike, y'know?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:08 pm
When he said her name, her lips parted slightly. Under her mask her eyes widened a little in surprise at the sound; he...actually recognized her as Needle?! What a fantastic start! Her smile grew wider, and she took that as an invitation to enter, moving to stand in front of him instead. "Yes, I am Needle! You are one of the first to get it right." She sounded pleased enough, though it was somewhat hard to tell just how pleased she was.
"It is going well, thank you." There was a brief moment where she was merely silent, but rest assured she was mulling something over. "Now is an appropriate time to ask How is it hanging, yes?" It seemed to be the correct usage of the phrase! She hoped, anyway.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:11 pm
He blinked. His mind went to all the things that could "hang" then promptly shut down again. "You mean how's it goin?" he offered finally. "It ain't bad. I haven't dissipated in a few weeks, so really I'm pretty good. How are you? And your sister, too? I haven't really seen either of you in a while, actually."
Guiiiillltttt, how could he have forgotten to check up on the twins??
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:25 pm
"Ah, yes, that is what I meant." Note to self; don't use that anymore. Though his brief silence was somewhat confusing, she merely took it as his attempt to decipher what she was asking; which was true, really. "Glad to hear it, my friend. Dissipating is certainly not a pleasant experience." She sympathized with a bow of her head; she had done it once, it was not pleasant at all! "I am well, my sister is doing better, thank you for asking! We have not been out much lately, so please do not feel badly over the time spent apart." With that she cleared her throat, feeling that the pleasantries were mostly done and over with, at least for now.
"Actually, Roch, I came here for a reason...but before I get to that, may I ask a small favour?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:02 pm
He blinked, not taking more than a second to say the first thing that came to mind-- "Sure, you know I'm willing." And it was true. He owed a lot to the sisters, mostly the awesome tatt on his arm. "What's up? How can I help?" He expected something like busy work. She couldn't really see, after all, so a guy that could would be handy, right?
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:20 pm
"I have a theory about you," Needle explained briefly after he pretty much gave her his leave to ask her favour. "And I would like a moment to test it out, if I may...but first that requires your permission to, well---" Here she paused; she didn't often touch faces or even ask to do so, but she needed to do this first before she went any further. It was a staple on the little list she recalled reading about, and thus she had to ask. "I would like to touch your face, if I may." She asked point-blank.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:23 pm
"Uh... okay," Roch said a bit blankly. It was a blind thing, right? They liked to feel to see what other people looked like. He was fine with that, he figured! "Uh, should I come over there or somethin?" he asked, starting to stand.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:30 pm
"If you like." Needle shrugged, though she seemed pleased that he was going to allow her somewhat odd request. "Or you may stay seated and I can come to you...however that may require sitting on your lap." It really didn't matter to her; either way she was going to touch him and either way she'd get some answers, as small as they were. Nobody could ever say she was dishonest however; it was somewhat common for her to lay all of her intentions out flat.
Regardless of his answer she did take a couple very small steps closer to him, being careful to stay just short of an arms length away for now.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:34 pm
"You can sit on Danny's beanbag!" he said, tugging the beanbag in question over. "But there's a lot of crap on the ground, so I think I should come to you, after all," he said, getting to his feet and walking over. "I mean, it'd really suck to trip just cuz we're slobs, y'know?" he said, stopping in front of her. "So uh, is there somethin I gotta do? Or do I just stand here?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:55 pm
She wasn't sure if sitting on a beanbag chair would work, but in the end Roch decided to stand anyway so...whatever, she didn't have to worry about it at all. "That is up to you; you may stand there, if you like. You may even touch my face in return; though if you do please so not remove my mask." She warned him, reaching out carefully to press her fingertips against his stomach as a guide. "But if you do wish to just stand there, you may place your hands wherever is comfortable for you. I assure you I am not breakable." It was hard to tell if she was teasing; and likely she wasn't. Contact was something she did love, as she never really received it in her childhood.
One thing that most people learned very fast was that Needle was rather touchy. If she had a reason or the means to touch someone, she would.
"I will be careful, I promise." She assured him, her hands ghosting up his chest and collar to find his neck, stained fingers brushing briefly up his throat and under his chin. There her fingers fanned out, spreading to cover as much skin on his jaw as possible.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:01 pm
He held as still as he could, but there were still muscles reacting to her touch, rippling under his skin, adams apple bobbing in a muscular throat. He wasn't ADVERSE to being touched, really--as long as you didn't touch his guitar, he was fine. But he wasn't used to being... well, petted like this. It was strange.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:17 pm
Oh Needle felt that, the way he tensed and moved under her hands.
She noticed it, but didn't draw attention to it. If he was uncomfortable he should say so, at least in her mind. In the end she chalked it up to cold hands, not a discomfort against ghosts or being rusty at contact. Her fingers scoured his jaw line, moving back in separate directions until her palms pressed against the sides of his face. She merely held her hands there to continue keeping as much contact as possible, brushing her thumbs against his skin next. When they brushed his lips however, she felt something against her left thumb; there was a little ring there it seemed, and she couldn't help but widen her smile.
"A Piercing?" She inquired, this time clearly pleased.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:25 pm
"Um, yeah," he said. "My tongue, my eyebrow, and several in my ears, too," he told her. "But nothin' below the chin, I don't go for piercin' stuff that don't need to be seen all the time, y'know?"
He was a bit surprised she didn't know--but then again, why would she? "I got a mohawk," he added. "It's purple."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:34 pm
"I understand; it is like my tattoos...though one day they will cover my body. Perhaps that is the time to go naked?" Needle mused, though this time there was a hint of mirth to her voice; she was teasing. Granted, she had no modesty to begin with (unless when others were involved, as she was taught). "I once helped pierce someone's ear; they called it an industrial, I believe." She hummed, continuing on with her little search of his face. His cheek bones were brushed gently, her fingers feather light as always, and then his nose, feeling the contours. "Purple..." She repeated as though trying to remember what that color looked like, though now that he wasn't talking she felt his lips, mostly just their contour.
"Close your eyes." It wouldn't be good for him to have them open after all, and she was nearing them pretty fast. His lips done she moved to his eyes, careful to not touch the lids or contours until she was sure they were closed. "Keep them closed..." She instructed next, though her fingers were moving up to his eyebrows, feeling along them and the piercings that were there.
Needle was being as careful as she could be, and yet the further her hands journeyed up his face towards his hairline, the closer her needles got to touching him until, finally, the cold metal pressed lightly against his skin.
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