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Post by valekin on Apr 3, 2007 9:52:42 GMT -8
"Weird? Ha- no. I'm not weird. But yes we all change, no one stays the same forever. If we did, then that would be weird, da? Everyone would be predictable, and nothing would happen that would be out of the ordinary. Life would be boring, and I'd go insane."
He frowned for a moment. Probably because he didn't think he was insane, and he didn't like the idea of being insane. The fact was, he's totally coo coo. Lost all his marbles. Denial is always the first stage of everything.. well... almost everything. Depends on who you are really. I mean if you want to be insane, then you'll accept it. But otherwise, no. Denial. And then what follows that is one too many psychiatric visits. Then you're in a straight jacket and you have no idea how you got there.
"A tattoo? WONDERFUL idea. I'll give you the tattoo... how about... a missile blowing away stick representations of your enemies?! That would be good huh!? Or maybe a star, or perhaps a crescent moon. I don't know, now I have soooooo many ideas..."
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Post by Kate on Apr 3, 2007 10:01:41 GMT -8
"No stick figures Vale. Not on my body."
She couldn't help but laugh. Her enemies? Who were they? She didn't really have any here, unless she counted Hiroko...who had left. And acutaly... she wouldn't blame him for doing what so many others had...right?
"The crescent moon doesn't sound half bad... any other ideas Vale? And you can give me the tattoo? You know how?"
If he did, well that was one more skill he had she didn't know about. The blonde could make a pretty big bet that he knew how to do things the average American would kill his brain over trying to figure out.
Yeah, another tattoo sounded good. The question was, what would it be, and where would it be? Her upper back was about full with the scars and her other tattoo. Vale would probably help her out there.
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Post by valekin on Apr 3, 2007 10:10:06 GMT -8
"How about a crescent moon wrapped in thorns? Da? That'll be good. I'll get my tapper and my needles right now. Of course it's going to hurt... would you like morphine, or oxycotin? And what colors ink? we could do... blacks, a silver... uhm... green.. I think I have red somewhere. Would you like the tattoo now? Where do you want it?"
He was getting hyper. He always loves to talk about tattooing and body scarring. After all, his body was covered with scars, and tattoos. Now that he thought about it, did he have any room for another tattoo? Probably not. Not anywhere comfortable anyway. That wouldn't be good. We won't go there.
"I think I have the same shade purple still."
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Post by Kate on Apr 3, 2007 11:18:11 GMT -8
He seemed...happy. Kate smiled, and shrugged. Why the hell not? And it wasn't like she couldn't take the pain. Her smile turned into a smirk, that turned into a grin.
"I can take the pain Vale. I'm not a wuss. Tell you what, you choose the colors. And where do you think I should get it?"
Kate was thinking on where. Her stomach? The small of her back? Her cleavage? Neck? No not the neck... for some odd reason Kate just didn't think a tattoo on her neck would look too good. And hell if she was getting it on her ass. No branding for the blonde. Thigh? Calf? Foot? Her pale skin was flawless, except her upper back. Sure there had been a few scars, but Kate had worked on those, adding coca butter where ever one was. Now you could barely even see any in the right light. Over obsessive with it really.
"Well Valekin? What do you think?"
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Post by valekin on Apr 3, 2007 11:25:53 GMT -8
"Depends, do you want people to see it or not? It's up to you, not my body."
He said getting up to walk out of the room. If she listened hard, she could hear him rummaging around two rooms over. The factory's machines were off, so that made the place dead quiet. Better than having it ridiculously noisy. He found the tapper, the needles, and his inks. He didn't remember how he got the tattoos? He probably did them all himself. What a nut.
"Aaaahahoogha!"
A light crash would be heard, then another crash. He must have pulled something from somewhere that was supporting something else. More noise before he returned with his inks, which were in canisters, which were on a small cart. A towel, what appeared to be some sort of junk-metal tattoo gun that probably functioned better than the best on the market, and that was it.
"Decide yet? Either your back or your front. Depends if you want people to see it."
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Post by Kate on Apr 3, 2007 11:31:45 GMT -8
"It's hard to make up my mind..."
Well, people would see it if she was wearing a bathing suit...one way or another. She looked at all the inks before him. He more than likely had done all his own tattoos...and just not remembered. Had he gotten in the booze and done them? Vale drunk...that seemed funny to her.
"Well, either my stomach or my cleavage I think..."
Her slender fingers pulled up her green t-shirt. The pale stomach was flat and well toned from the cheer leading and everything else Kate did to keep in shape. Letting go of that, she pulled on her collar a bit and looked down her shirt.
Stomach or cleavage. Which to chose?
"I know it's my choice, but I'd like your opinion Vale." One of her hands was on her stomach, the other holding her shirt collar away from her to look down her shirt. Which would be better?
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Post by valekin on Apr 3, 2007 11:40:57 GMT -8
"Well, I could put it on both. Make it large enough for that eh? That would look good, da?"
He reached into his needles and pulled out the drawing needle. This would take hours of work. Hours. Of course, he couldn't draw, detail, color, all in one day. It would take a few days to do that. A snap, and a hiss, as the pressurized needle was done loading. Little parts on it moved, and positioned the needle straight. It was an odd little machine.
"So, my idea or something of yours?"
He picked out the canister of black ink and attached what looked like an IV drip at the very end of the gun's tube, and attached another tube to the canister. This gave him extra length to work with. A short snap, followed by another hiss, and a small clear vial on the side of the gun filled with black ink. He waited for her decision.
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Post by Kate on Apr 3, 2007 12:38:36 GMT -8
"On both?"
A large crescent moon with vines, the tip going over her cleavage, running down her side and finishing on her stomach? Why the hell not? That grin was back as Kate thought about it. She'd have to change her wardrobe completely to match her new tattoo. But she needed a change.
The tattoo would be just a step in the direction she wanted to go in. A new change in her life, not just her clothes. Maybe even get a new paint job on her mini-cooper. Yes, life would be different.
"Let's do it."
Her fingers let go of the collar of her shirt. They then grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled up. She couldn't be wearing a shirt for this, or a bra if they really got going...but a towel could cover her up just fine. She stood there, in her jeans, black and pink lacy bra. Kate care? Pfft. Never.
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Post by valekin on Apr 3, 2007 13:22:19 GMT -8
"Ah... ok.. A bit too much too fast."
He murmered to himself, he tossed her the towel then left the room to get one to whipe up the blood that would eventually come. Something crashed and he yelped. Poor Vale, the sight of breasts fucked him up like any other guy. He came back in with the towel he was looking for, then pointed to the couch.
"Ehhh... lie down on the couch so we can start, it will take a while. And I won't finish today, but it'll be a good start. Da? Uhm... yes."
He was probably talking to himself now. Or rather thinking to himself. Out of a little box he pulled on a latex glove on his right hand. Today he did not feel like stabbing himself with one of the larger, hypodermic needles laying on the cart.
"LET THE SURGURY BEGIN! THIS WOMAN WANTS A NEW LOOK! SCALPEL!..... Wait.. nevermind. Do I have enough light? Probably not.. fuck it. Let's do this."
Oh dear lord... this could be bad..
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 7:39:50 GMT -8
Kate laid down on the couch and adjusted herself so that the towel was covering everything, and Vale could make the tattoo. Her bright green eyes narrowed slightly as she heard Vale say fuck it.
"You better damn well do a good job Vale. Friend or not, I'll fuck you up if you don't."
Would she really? No. But she'd do a lot of yelling and throwing things. That might not be the best idea in Vale's home. At least if he still had exploding things hiding around. Not at all.
Her bright green eyes locked onto him. Kate was a little picky... he better do a good job...or else.
"I know it'll take a few days... do I look like a dumb ass Vale?"
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 7:47:56 GMT -8
"Ah... ok.. Don't worry, I can see like an owl at night, and a hawk in the day."
He turned the gun's needle driver thingy on, and watched it jackhammer away. Of course it was very thin, and was moving very fast. She would feel it, but he'd be able to move it like a pen or another such drawing instrument. First he started with the crescent moon. The outer crescent first. He went slowly, making sure that the lines were carefully drawn. He whiped blood away after he finished an inch long portion of it.
"So what are you going to do now? About your living arrangements."
Hye hee hee....
If she started throwing things, who knows what would happen. He had tennis ball bombs, a small stash of thermite, some napalm. It could get ugly, really quickly. He did not want to think about that. After all, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 7:54:17 GMT -8
Living arrangement? Frankly, Kate loved her house. Had hand picked it out, she wasn't leaving. A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she laid there.
"I'm not leaving my house. That thing was expensive... and worth every penny. I frankly don't care. The people can stay there still, they keep paying for rent, it's all good. I barely see them anyways."
The blonde tried to relax, and honestly it wasn't that hard. Not after what she had been going through. Now her first tattoo, that had been an interesting day. Right before going to school, right after moving to New York...she had gotten the one around her arm. And had almost cried because of it. No... she could handle this just fine.
"If I fall asleep, poke me. I don't want to suddenly move and screw it up."
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 8:03:55 GMT -8
"Alrighty. You'd make a fine business woman."
He'd poke her if she fell asleep. She didn't specify with what. So he'll probably use something sharp and dangerous. Like a knife or his fingernails. Those things were wicked claws. He finished about three more inches of the outer curve before whiping off the blood. It was looking good so far, but her skin would be agitated and itchy for a few days. Then he'd finish the drawing with the inner curve when the outer curve settles down.
Suddenly, the gun jammed and he had to take the needle away. Reset the piston, reset the vial, change the needle, and realign it. All the while cursing like a sailor. The thing always jams after a little while of work, then works fine until it's used again. He sighed and began drawing again. Three more inches to go.
"I've taken on a student."
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 8:09:00 GMT -8
"I did. I sold my companies because I didn't wanna deal with old men's bullshit."
Another laugh, Kate thought it was funny as hell selling the companies to the rivals for a great amount of money, making sure the old men knew she was the one who did it. If they hadn't hated her before, they did now. And there wasn't anything they could do now. She was as free as a bird as far as that was concerned.
"You've taken on a student? That's cool. I'll have to meet them sometime. I wanna look out for you little Vale."
The last party was said as a joke. Vale didn't really need anyone looking after him. And yet deep down, it wasn't a joke. Kate cared about her only friend, and she'd protect him if she could. In anyway. Even if he was a little psycho.
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 8:16:45 GMT -8
"She's a fast learner. Too young for me though. It would be nice for you two to meet."
Vale didn't generally need any help with anything. He's always learned how to deal with things as easily as possible. In the aspect of social things however, he's always struggled. He grew up in the military. How could he possibly be able to effectively relate to people in a social enviroment?
"Old men and their bullshit. It seems that the older you get, the more bullshit you've got. Which is why I don't try to get bullshit."
Bravo!
"And you want to look out for me? What do I look like? A ten year old that can't life an AKM?"
He said the last in a joking manner with a coy look on his face. If he had a knife, he'd be letting it move back and forth teasingly. Of course he didn't, but he was tattooing her. Hmmmm.
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