argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Oct 31, 2023 11:30:43 GMT 9
Finn was pissed.
All that shit with Angelo, and he didn't even come back at like one to beg to get back into the room. Like, what the fuck would he care? Maybe Angel was out sleeping by the food trucks.
Or he had gone to spend the night with what's-her-face.
And that made Finn furious. Here he was, footing the bill for all the shit in the dorm, and all the fuckig food, and putting up with all of Angel's shit and glares and snippy little comments-
And Angel's the one who gets to skip off and score.
So, fuck that, Finn went out and found some UNOVR parties, and drank and fucked around.
And found himself squinting at the door of some dingy tattoo parlor. He'd not really entertained the thought of a tattoo- why spend money on art he couldn't easily look at?
But, fuck it. Why the hell not. He shouldered the door open, looking around.
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ozone
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 141
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Player Name: Oscar 'Oz' Zaitsu
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 30
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Post by ozone on Nov 2, 2023 12:41:22 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/4ChbxJs~jpg Oz it not meant to be here. There are dozens of reasons, including but not limited to the fact that he had just come to San Francisco to work at the UNOVRCon booth, that he had plans to hangout with friends he doesn't usually get to hangout with, and that, oh yes, this isn't his fucking tattoo studio. But, Alex had had to take his apprentice to the ER (long story) and had begged Oz to man the studio until he was back because with the amount of people that are out drinking tonight, at least a few drunk idiots would have the brilliant idea of getting a silly flash tattoo. Been there, done that, but still... "Tsk, greedy bastard." Oz smirks, knowing well Alex is going to compensate him for his work and time anyway. At least he wasn't wrong, because there had actually been a couple of drunk idiots. The next one couldn't possibly be worse than group of giggling college-aged girls that looked as if they were seconds away from throwing up on his nice sneakers, right? Surely not! And yes, thankfully, his sneakers are fine. "Yo." He greets argent with a slight smile, sitting at the front desk. "Looking to get a tattoo? We only do flash ones from that selection without appointment. We're not doing piercings tonight."Oz hates giving other people piercings, don't ask him why. But, anyway... he gestures vaguely to the closest wall, where rows upon rows of small and relatively simple designs are on display for customers to choose from.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 6, 2023 7:09:15 GMT 9
Finn looked up at ozone, squinting at him as if trying to discern what he was doing there. The man pointed, going on about only those tattoos and no piercings- why the hell would he get a piercing here?- and Finn huffed, imperiously turning to look.
Most of the pictures… well, they looked like shit. A bunch of stupid pokemon ones- probably because of the con, or whatever- and then a bunch of… shit. Tiger heads, hearts with daggers in them, skulls, flowers… just a bunch of garbage.
One, though, looked less shit than the others. A pair of wings. Displayed, inverted. That… that could work. “This one.”
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ozone
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Weekend Warrior
The Creed
Posts: 141
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Player Name: Oscar 'Oz' Zaitsu
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 30
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Post by ozone on Nov 6, 2023 15:10:12 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/4ChbxJs~jpg "Hm?" Oz leans closer to have a look at the design his newest customer is pointing at, his gaze falling on the small pair of wings. Pretty standard, classic, nothing revolutionary, but that's kind of the point of getting a flash tattoo. He's not here to judge what tattoos people want or why they want them; if they're happy with it, that's all that matters.
"Hell yeah, that's a nice one, dude. You can take a seat over there while I prep the stencil." He nods towards the nearby tattoo chair, oh so very comfortable and of the usual black faux pleather. "You want it exactly in that size, right? What placement are you thinking for it?"
Placement. Probably should've used different wording, huh? Oz is not used to dealing with drunk customers anymore; all his tattoos back in Toronto are exclusively by appointment, and he sure likes that way more. But, alas, sometimes you gotta go back to your roots.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 12, 2023 8:20:51 GMT 9
Finn huffed a bit, rolling his eyes. He didn’t much like the guy’s tone- but he wasn’t here to listen to the guy talk. His art was better than the shit coming out of his mouth, at least.
He moved over to the chair, slouching on it. “On my back? Y’know, where fucking wings go?” Was the guy stupid? He shrugged off his shirt, pulling his hair over his shoulder.
Finn closed his eyes a bit, waiting. He could see, in his mind’s eye, himself with this badass tattoo. His life would be better for it- that was a fact.
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ozone
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Weekend Warrior
The Creed
Posts: 141
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Player Name: Oscar 'Oz' Zaitsu
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 30
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Post by ozone on Nov 14, 2023 11:38:34 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/4ChbxJs~jpg Oz would argue that wings could go just about anywhere if you're creative enough and that there are countless representations of that in illustrations throughout history, but you know... he's not in the habit of arguing with drunk barely-more-than-teenagers who have clearly unjustified superiority complexes.
So, he keeps the thought to himself, and while the stencil is printing, he grabs one of the usual consent forms one can expect when getting a tattoo and offers it to the kid on a clipboard along with a pen — he sure isn't going to get his ass sued, no sir.
"Here, have a read of that and sign. We can't get started without it."
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Jan 14, 2024 4:33:22 GMT 9
Finn scowled, taking the stupid clipboard, eyes flicking over the form. Unlike the usual drunken rabble, he actually seemed to read it, eyes narrowing as he took in the information-
But, as always, he simply huffed, scrawling down an ugly signature. “There- happy now?” He fussed, pulling out his phone and flipping through it. Surely there were plenty of people to find in California?
But, no, the usual string of swiping left. What a bore… Of course, Angel had ruined everything.
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ozone
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 141
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Player Name: Oscar 'Oz' Zaitsu
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 30
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Post by ozone on Jan 17, 2024 0:38:01 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/4ChbxJs~jpg Tonight, stencil prep time also happens to be 'chug your half-empty cup of gross lukewarm fast-food chain coffee' time and even after that's done, the honest answer to the question posed by mr. drunk jock with the ugly signature would be resoundingly negative. But, Oz is a filthy liar, and so, he smirks while taking back the clipboard:
"Oh, thrilled."
And that's how it begins.
In Oz's experience, drunk clients are short tempered and fickle as fuck, so he doesn't bother with getting too finicky with the placement of the stencil. He makes sure it's not crooked, he confirms that this guy-whose-name-he-still-doesn't-know likes how it looks, and that's that. Soon enough, the tattoo gun is set up.
"I'll start off slow, yeah?" He tells his client once leaning over him, his tone ever calm and even. And then, as if to distract him from what's happening: "So, are you from around here or just stopping by?"
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Jan 18, 2024 11:57:35 GMT 9
Finn rolled his eyes, leaning into the chair as the artist approached. I'll start off slow. He wasn't a fucking baby. "Sure, whatever." He groused. There was the sound of the gun, the press of gloves against his back- and then the first bite of pain. Finn flinched, stilling himself.
And now... the smalltalk. Delightful. But, the vibrating of the gun was making it a bit harder to focus on tinder, so...
"Stuck holed up in Podunk." Finn barked out a laugh. "Bitch ass roommate wanted to come to some event, was whining about how he didn't have the money. Figured now he'd owe me a big one." His countenance darkened. Fat lot of good that did.
"Wouldn't kill him to fucking act like it." Bitch ass asshole. Shit. Maybe he would leave him here, if he loved it so much. Figure it all out on his own. He's sooo fucking smart, after all.
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ozone
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Weekend Warrior
The Creed
Posts: 141
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Player Name: Oscar 'Oz' Zaitsu
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 30
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Post by ozone on Jan 21, 2024 1:44:10 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/4ChbxJs~jpg For a moment there, Oz can relate, because 'podunk' just about sums up his feelings about his hometown and boy he sure had been glad to get out of that place. But, then his mysteriously nameless, arguably annoying, and undeniably drunk customer starts going on about his ungrateful roommate owing him favours, and that's when he completely loses Oz.
With the most deadpan expression known to man, as if all of his hopes in humanity have just now been pulverised and blown away by nihility's gust, he continues to work on the tattoo, tracing over the simple linework as dozens of miniscule vibrating needles pierce and leave behind ink drops. Here and there, he stops to refill and gently wipe away the excess ink, but be it out of habit or out of morbid curiosity, he decides not to let the conversation die just yet:
"You came all this way for that?" His tone reveals nothing of what he thinks of that fact, he's used to conversations of these kind. He doesn't really mind. For some reason, some people really love treating their tattoo appointments as therapy sessions, and it sure as hell has happened a lot as of late.
"How was the event? Was it fun, at least?"
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