maric. (empathignite) wrote in anewhavenrpg, @ 2017-02-16 10:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, maric ainsley, nora mendoza, player: ariel, player: maggie |
WHO: Nora & Maric
WHERE: The sunken ship tattoo
WHEN: Jan. 30, 2017, late afternoon
WHAT: Mars is gonna get his second tattoo. What a badass he'll become.
WARNINGS: Maybe some cursing? I imagine, anyway.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
He tried not to think of little Mars but that was proving to be difficult today. Part of him wanted another tattoo as a tribute to his son but he figured one tattoo was enough. There were ideas floating around in his head because he didn't want something from a stereotypical tattoo work book in the shop he was going through. There was the crescent moon on his bicep with a string of leaves moving down his arm with silver/blue leaves coming off the sides and the names of family members that were important to him underneath.
Then there was the whole two sparrows on one of his shoulders, preferably left with the bible scripture you are worth more than many sarrows. He wasn't really religious, but he did believe in a higher power, he had read the bible twice from back to front, trying to realize it's secrets and that scripture had always stood out to him most. That all lives had worth, even the tiniest of birds. He had no other ideas beyond that, but he was quick to think as he knew there would be a wait.
Truth was, he enjoyed getting his first tattoo. Once the initial pain had faded, it had felt good. A strange high that he imagined was nothing like drugs. So, he was looking forward to it. He sat in the car for a few minutes, quietly, wishing he had a smoke. He had quit over a year ago, but these days he severely needed one but he didn't want to end up dying because of his own stupidity. It wasn't really worth it. He sighed, pocketing his keys and sliding out of his small green civic. Walking across the street to the Sunken Ship Tattoo.
Cute name. Reminded him lost pirates and long forgotten treasure. He opened the door, headed inside and saw that were a few people seated, waiting on their ink work to start. He walked up to the desk and explained to the receptionist that he'd like to get some work done, there was a small, which he returned and he was told to take a seat. He sat beside a woman who looked nervous and couldn't help himself as he sent out some calming vibes. Her nervous leg, relaxed and she smiled, introducing herself. They talked, while they waited.