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Lulu will show you how it's done. (ultimafury) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-15 11:02:00

Entry tags:

artan stillman, lulu

Who: Lulu and Artan.
What: Getting a tattoo.
When: Last night, after this thread.
Where: Artan's shop.
Warnings: Swearing and needles.

Lulu took a taxi to Artan's shop, a paper printout of the design in her purse. She didn't want to think about how or why it was on the internet to begin with. Instead, she was focused on her goal: to have her memories put into her skin, so she wouldn't forget. Brother being around gave her a bit of hope that other people might arrive, but she didn't want to forget what they'd done in the meantime.

She didn't know much about tattooing, but she'd been sure to wear a t-shirt instead of a corset. Common sense told her that she'd have to lift up her shirt, and she didn't want something too complicated to put back on. She adjusted the black cotton nervously as they approached the shop, leaning forward to pay the driver and exit the cab. Portkeying was a simple convenience that she was quickly growing attached to - how easy and convenient to be able to travel anywhere in a heartbeat! It beat airships any day, though that was something she'd never tell Brother. Skwisgaar had returned to Mini-Mordhaus, so she was able to be out all night without him worrying or even knowing where she'd gone. She wondered how he'd react.

She knocked on the door before trying the knob to the shop, pushing it open. "Hello?"

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tatsandwaffles
2008-07-15 11:27 am UTC (link)

The shop itself was like many other tattoo shops - it had flash boards lining the walls, a waiting area, a case with various piercing adornments, and a lava light set up by the cash register. The music playing was a cover of a classic rock tune as done by a group of heavy metal musicians. Off in the corner was a dark haired figure nodding his head to the beat as he prepped the area near the tattooist's chair, getting the machine ready, as well as mixing inks to get the colors just right.

Artan Stillman wasn't what you'd call the paragon of societal standard. If anything, he was the antithesis of said. That being said, up walked the short, handsome fellow wearing a sleeveless teeshirt and a pair of dingy denim slacks. He was covered in tattoos, from neck to wrist, at least. "You must be the cool drink of water from the boards. Hi, I'm Artan, come have a seat. I printed out your design, and worked out the price range based on a tattoo about this big." He said, holding up his hands to show it was about seven inches wide. "It'll cost you about four hundred dollars even, take about six and a half hours. Would you like to break it up into sessions or try one long go at it? I'll even schedule a mini-break for lunch or something."

He led her towards the seat, smiling warmly. "So, other than as a memento, what prompted the decision to get some ink?"

	tatsandwaffles 2008-07-16 10:52 am UTC (link)
	He smiled slightly, "Well, I realized I loved her when she got back from the Assassin's Guild trials. She realized I loved her when I shocked myself to shit." He had to think over what she'd said about her theoretical future back home. "Are you happier with the way things are here?" He asked, dabbing away the excess once more before switching over to the light blue. (Reply to this)