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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 6, 2014 22:36:25 GMT -5
Ghost settled into his chair again and waited. It had been hours since his last customer but he was the only one working tonight, so he had no choice but to stay and wait. Hopefully one of the fresh faced rooks would decide to get the guts to finally get their ink. Adam had a ridiculous amount of tattoos, he still had some free skin but but most of it was on his face. He had almost two hundred altogether, some very small and some large ones. His tiger on his forearm had to be his favorite, he had never seen an actual one but was told that before the war these animals were a sight to see. He wasnt sure who had decided it would make a good tattoo but he embraced it and got one the length of his right arm.
Most of the artists used the patches that made tattooing someone relatively easy, but Adam enjoyed the close proximity, the perfection of every touch of the needle. Most Dauntless got used to needles after all of the simulations, so a tattoo was easy. He spun his needle in his hand, debating whether or not to just give himself another one to pass the time. He still had a space on his calf that he could do if need be. It was just then that he heard a noise from the front of the shop, he smiled and put his shoes on, they were under his seat he preferred the freedom barefoot gave him while he worked. He dusted off his shoulders and went to clean his supplies.
He didn't bother to look at the person yet, they would have to come to him eventually. Hopefully they would be ready to go, tattoo picked out and he could go to work. But he knew the initiates wouldn't be that prepared and he would have to help them, which for the first tattoo is extremely important. He washed his hands in his sink and spoke to the front "Yo if you need any help, I'll be right up in a minute. Looking for anything in particular?" he could hear whoever it was at their racks, looking through the various choices which were just the beginning of possibilities. Well at least someone was here, much better than Ghost tattooing himself...again.
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Post by Clare A. Evans on May 22, 2014 8:16:46 GMT -5
“Oh! This one looks pretty and this one-“ she said as she flipped through the different motives, walking with heeled boots through the tattoo parlor. “-this one is just gorgeous!” she exclaimed at the sight of a beautiful and more elegant looking design. Clare was alone at the shop even after asking her fellow initiates they told her they were busy training. Ugh. Training was something she really didn’t want to think about in that moment. A smile on her face as she continued looking around. In her family everyone had at least about three tattoos but she wasn't entirely sure if she wanted one. On one hand she wanted to show she could belong to dauntless as well, but on the other she didn't want something permanent on her skin. Might look really bad later.
Balancing a bunch of tattoo possibilities she walked over to the counter. “No, not really.” She called over with her rather high pitched voice. “I just can’t decide which one would be better. I mean there are so many beautiful possibilities and designs that I simply cannot choose between this, this, this, this, this-“ she paused, the words flowing out of her mouth like a waterfall. Taking a deep breath she continued casually “or this or this. Ugh. I know it’s all about getting a tattoo to become the ultimate dauntless right, but is there a specific meaning for all of these?” she continued, her eyes glued on the slightly heavy templates they used, arms starting to feel heavy and tired.
“To be honest I don’t even know what I want. I’ve seen lots of people with the dauntless symbol but come on isn’t that boring? I mean seeing the same tattoo over and over again but still wanting it even though everyone else has it . . . that’s just lame. No offense. Dauntless is amazing and all but I want something different. Isn’t there a way to create a new dauntless symbol? Did no one ever think of that? Or at least making a second one so we have a choice?” she ranted, throwing her hands in the air totally forgetting about the plates she was holding. Her eyes immediately fell on the floor as they collided with the ground. “I am sooo sorry.” She said after five seconds of shock before kneeling down to pick them up.
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Dauntless
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on May 25, 2014 13:12:04 GMT -5
He could hear heels clashing against the floor, but he couldn’t hear any response. Whoever it was may have been talking to themselves but not loud enough for him to determine who it was. Hell he was still hoping it was a woman in those heels, some of the younger guys got a bit out there when it came to the fashion choices. Finally a voice rang out and he smiled, whoever it was could ramble on. He assumed it was one of the young initiates but he didn’t know most of them well enough to recognize the particular voice. As he walked out she was standing there, flipping through a majority of the different designs in the parlor, she must have already touched nearly eighty of them. He watched as she took a deep breath, something he was shocked about, seeing as he wasn’t sure she had remembered air was necessary,
He heard her question and in essence it was everything he hated about dauntless, some people did get tattoos, just for the sake of being a part of the faction. But there were the majority of truly creative people who got them because they meant something to them, not because they looked cool or their friend got one, but because they meant something to them. “All tattoos have meanins, what the meanin is, now that be your call.” He leaned against one of the racks as he spoke, a beater and jeans covered his mostly tattooed body. He shook his head slightly and took a few steps toward her, taking the current plate out of her hand. “As far as bein da ultimate dauntless, that all bull. See only reason to get a tattoo, is cuz whateva it is, it mean somethin to ya.”
He listened to her go on and on, a smile creeping across his face. She was cute, a bit high strung but she hadn’t reached an annoying level. Not yet anyway. As she discussed the lameness of getting the Dauntless symbol, he thought about his own, entrusted over his heart. He understood what she meant and he had an idea when she spoke of something different, coming up with another choice. As she ranted on she released the two plates that she was currently holding and they dropped to the floor, Adam felt like he had watched them in slow motion. He took the plates out of her hands and nodded at her. “It’s not a problem, they don’t break.” He placed them down before facing her again. “Now follow me” He took her back towards the chairs, there was a desk in the corner. He pointed to it, on the desk sat a pen and paper. “Those plates aint you only option, find something that inspires ya and design it yourself.”
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