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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 10:29 pm
This had been in the works for quite some time. Whispered "what ifs" became legitimate plans became counted dollars became three assholes standing outside a remodeled house decorated with graffiti and any number of associated factors.
Chel and Jack were there for a tattoo they'd talked about often; Chel didn't like the idea that a ring could be lost so easily. She wanted something permanent. Jack agreed. It was almost unfair that both him and her cousin had tattoos when it should have been her covered from head to toe in art.
Speaking of said cousin, Chris was also along for the ride because while Chel trusted Jack wholly, Chris was trusted on a whole higher level forged in a sibling-like bond. That, and Jack was absolutely s**t at calming her down, being reassuring or any number of traits that accompanied a tattoo experience companion. Especially when said person had an enormous needle phobia.
She had to be practically pushed through the door and walking inside was even worse. It smelled like a sanitary, metal hell, two things that Chel had associated horrible memories with. It sucked because the actual building was rad as hell; skater aesthetic, strange tattoo ideas, African masks, fake shrunken heads, shelves overflowing with knick knacks of every kind. It would have been her wet dream had she not been staring bug-eyed at the back, imagination overflowing with the torture devices that lurked behind the receptionist desk.
Chris' arm was less his and more hers as she clung to it for dear life. She was definitely going to die here. RIP Chel. Take care of Shun in her place.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 1:43 am
He had been annoyed with the suggestion to bring Chris along at all, but as Chel had pointed out: he sucked at comforting people. And while she was absolutely right, it was a blow to his ego that Chris could fill a slot he couldn't, especially this. Especially for his fianceé. Dealing with both Chel's needle phobia and her cousin's attitude was just going to be fantastic. He finished his coffee before the trip as a courtesy, like an alcoholic. "This place looks pretty cool," Jack noted as they entered, trying to distract Chel from their impending transaction. And perhaps trying to subtly stay out of reach. "Maybe we should take some design inspiration for one of the rooms back home."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 5:09 pm
Chris didn't mind letting Chel use him as life support. He dragged her through the doors and further into the waiting area so she couldn't escape easily. He'd feel like he was forcing her into it if he didn't know she'd be ecstatic in the end.
This wasn't a place he'd been to before, but tattoo shops were mostly the same. Art on the walls, small cases filled with body jewelry, and a strong antiseptic smell. It was strange but familiar.
A woman behind a tall desk leaned forward, colorful hair spilling over her shoulders as she did. Tattoos peeked out from under her shirt and crept up her neck. "Can I help you guys?"
"That's up to these two losers," he replied, pointing to Jack and Chel.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 5:14 pm
Chel nodded with wide eyes at them both, trying not to look back towards what was sure to be a killer drill that was going to be driven through her skull. That was how tattoos worked, obviously.
She nudged Jack forward to talk in her place, already taking deep breaths. She tried to focus on what she'd told Chris before: Get me through this and don't let me p***y out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 7:47 am
Ah boy, couldn't even talk. He stepped forward as indicated and gave the woman a rundown of what they were looking for, producing an folded up image from his pocket afterwards. It had been a while since he had visited a tattoo parlor...s**t, the last time had been before Deus.
"This is just to say we're sober and healthy," he explained to Chel in an undertone once the woman had given them a few papers to look over and sign. "Liability stuff." Maybe Chris had already explained before, but given her current state, maybe a reminder was necessary.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:47 pm
Chris made a face. He'd honestly forgotten about the paperwork, and now that it was in front of them it made the whole process seem more sinister than it should have. "It's not a big deal," he reassured her. "Basically just initial everywhere."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:53 pm
Chel could tell they were both gingerly stepping on eggshells around her, and somehow that pissed her off and made it worse.
She took the pen a tad too angrily and began scribbling her initials (thank god you could just make an awkward chicken scratch scribble and it counted). Chris naturally had to read it for her and she gave Jack a look and an elbow when they got to the initial here to signify you're not pregnant part.
By the time she was done her hand was shaking and she was looking at the back like she was going to explode. It wasn't even the idea of a needle anymore it was just the waiting and anticipating that was killing her now.
"I can't do this man," she murmured to Chris, making a half-motion to stand up.
The secretary called Jack's name first.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:09 pm
"Hey." He grabbed her wrist. "Don't leave me hanging, Mrs. Hawthorn. We're supposed to do this together." A point of contention (we're not married yet, jackass) or something to tease him about (ew mushy ew), either would suffice.
When he heard his name called, he looked to Chris. "Make sure she doesn't run off," he said before letting Chel's wrist go and heading towards the secretary.
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