<center><table width=350 bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 style="border:1px solid #408bc4;"><tr><td background="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/miseryx/attop.png" height=198></td></tr><tr><td><div align=justify><font color=white style="font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; line-height:10.5px;"><font color=#244e6f> <div align=center></div> Dyo 16, 81380. Private for Sether. PG-13 for possible language.<div align=center></div> <font color= "#abcce4"> “Mmph."</font> A stream of delicate murmuring issued from Atti’s mouth as he laid back, lounging in the metal-backed barstool. Clad in a pair of faded black cargo pants torn and busted at the knees, his bandage-swathed legs teased at the floor, swiveling the chair side to side; a loose, olive-dyed shirt teased with a twisting serpent palled his torso. Layers of glittering chokers made of tiny silver rings were wrapped snuggly about his throat. Nobody else was in Jumkep Tattoo Parlor today save Attrius- Eyse, who owned the business, was out for once, as well as the other artists. ‘Rius had been surprised that he’d let him stay there alone; apprentices usually weren’t entrusted with such things. So he simply sat there, waiting for a customer. Velveted paw whispered along the granite countertop ‘til it reached an ink-riddled paper, which it trapped beneath supple leather and flesh, dragging the slip of compressed wood-pulp towards the limb’s owner. The half-Yki stopped drawing tattoo designs for a moment, thoughtfully playing the studs in his tongue over the ribbed surface of the roof of his mouth. Aese, Att’s nephew, sat nearby. The tangerine-colored adolescent was quietly running his white-tipped digits through his gold and crimson spiked hair, a soft sigh hissed from his slightly parted lips, imitating the sound of a cobra’s sweep. A monochrome, chiming sound emanated from one of the black arden’s numerous side pockets; he slid his right paw into the cavity of muted obsidian cloth, and pulled out a slim, shining cell phone. With a flick of thumb and forefinger, he flipped open the mobile and presses it to his pierced left ear. “Hey." The raven-pelaged male recognized the voices as that of his half-brother, the rock star Crail Medjyshyta. <font color= "#abcce4"> “What’s up?"</font> he replied. “Is Aes’ okay? Praze’ wanted me to check on him." Atti placed his bandaged elbow on the polished stone strip, hand cupping his jawline.<font color="#abcce4"> “Yeah. I only got one customer today, and that was just for a piercing. I know how bad that he wants to see a tattooing, but if nobody comes in the next half-hour, I’m just going to bring him back to the collage."</font>There was a moment of pregnant silence. “M’kay. Lyba iyo, rjyshaj." The phone line clicked dead, and ‘Rius folded his cell shut before replacing it in its usual place. </div></td></tr></table><center>
Ryokko lightly punched Ceru in the side. "<span style='color:blue'>Well, if you want a new spider tattoo then get one, you don't need to be all shy about that like you are with everything.</span>" Ryokko told her. Ceru just shrugged, still unsure. Ceru straightened her favorite magenta shirt, and then stroked her shoulder with a green hand. She looked up at Ryokko, still unsure, but Ryo's smile gave her some reassurance. Her blue pants, as Ryokko had noticed earlier, were to short for her long legs. Ryokko waved, she had other business today, but she enjoyed helping an old friend. Ceru walked up to the Jumkep Tattoo Parlor looking shyly at the door. She grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and walked in. She looked around at the room, mind wheeling. Her pitch black eyes were void of eye shadow, but even without it her eyes were a bit shocked, not exactly what she expected, but she hadn't been to a tattoo parlor since she was 2. She walked up to the counter absentmindedly, and didn't stop, so when she walked into it, she let out a slight 'oof', and stepped away. She didn't say anything, feeling once again, too shy. But after a little bit she said, but it was barely audible, "<span style='color:pink'>Um, I would like to get a tattoo.</span>" her tail lightly brushed the floor as she waited.
ooc: Bleh. Too lazy to grab my table. ic: Att jolted with a start at the sound of a creaking doorknob; he rolled off the stool and landed smoothly on his feet. His flame-tipped tail coiled behind him, the alabaster and turquoise blaze swaying back and forth in time with his limbs. Hoop-pierced ears twitched and flicked back at the sound, upbringing a slight smile from the corners of his mouth. "Hey. Can I help you with something?" he asked, surveying the pair who had managed to disturb his fortress of solitude. He listened to the timid thill’s reserved words, auds twitching slightly. “My full name is Attrius, but you can call me whatever you want." ‘Rius turned over the possibilities in his head. Unaware of his own movements, he began to pace back and forth, scoping out the female’s frame for a potential home for another permanent work of art. To him, she was a blank canvas, and possibly something more. A friend, or acquaintance, perhaps? Or maybe just another customer. Only time and a careful examination of her personality would tell. "Well, I've got a fla-“ Atti caught himself, careful not to confuse the fae with his jargon. “A book of patterns you could look through." His tail ceased to sweep about behind him; instead coiling itself about his left leg in a slow, sinuous, shy movement that was reminiscent of a serpent climbing a tree limb. “Are you just looking for a regular tattooing, or branding or scarification?" He paused. “I have some tribal designs that would look gorgeous on you… or do you have something in mind already?" "Do y’have any ink on you?" He grinned, one hand resting on his side; thumb hooked through the belt loop.
Still a slight bit dazed, Ceru nodded dumbly before she realized someone was asking her questions. She shook her head and replied to the comment he made, "<span style='color:pink'>Ok, do you mind if I just call you Attrius then, nicknames give me hard time, as for me, I'm Ceru</span>" she watched as he paced, just watched, she didn't do anything to stop him, didn't say anything. She just waited until he asked another question. As he started a sentence she began to think over a short reply, but he stopped himself. She had no clue as to what a branding or a scarification was, so she just decided for a tattoo like she already had. "<span style='color:pink'>Just a normal tattooing please.</span>" she figured getting another spider tattoo wouldn't be to good so she decided on looking through patterns and designs. "<span style='color:pink'>And it would be nice if I could look at the patterns and anything else you have for tattoo designs.</span>" The fur on her tail was brushing a small pile of dust and other stuff like a small broom, an odd looking pile because of the sweeping motions, she stopped as she looked at the pile and blushed. She had no intent to sweep the place. Her wings stuck out behind her rather boredly, as if they had minds of their own they just slouched. And when he asked about ink, she nodded, and pulled a variety of colors from a bag on her waist, sorting it from a variety of bandages, ointment, repellent, and other medical items. There was blue, green, black, brown, and a few other colors, nothing but basic tattoo colors. She also had paints with her, and had set the paints out by accident, she even had no clue why she brought those with her. She took them up and said, "<span style='color:pink'>Well these are the only ones I have, I hope they will be of some use.</span>"
Atti couldn't help but to give a tiny laugh, muffling the sound by biting down on his lip. He let out a long, pleasant sigh and gestured to his tattooing gear. "Tattoos. I was asking if you had any." He giggled quietly. "But it's no prob’." ‘Rius’ grin grew wide when he heard Ceru’s reaction, his hands coming together in a swift clasp that resulted in a soft, muted sound that resonated throughout the room. “I have just the idea- something tribal... some whorls and spirals- right between those gorgeous wings of yours..." He mused onwards, moving to rummage through the drawer of files besides him. He produced a paper from the top drawer, riddled in pen and marbled with watermarks and smudges of graphite and black ink. The black-pelaged arden sidled over to the shelves and pulled free his equipment, bending low to inspect each piece carefully. Only when he was fully satisfied that everything was in working order did he straighten up and move towards Ceru, humming one of his sibling’s songs in his head. "You up for anything else while we're at it- a couple of new holes, maybe?" he asked, sticking out his own studded tongue to get the point accross.
Embarassed, Ceru tucked the inks away and said, "<span style='color:pink'>Well, tattoo wise I have this spider.</span>" she pointed at the black spider on her muzzle. She watched him do his inspection on his equipment after pulling the paper out, which she loved the design on it. But beofre all of that, she saw him hold the laugh back and became a bit miffed, but it soon subsided. He acted so professional, she just hoped he knew what he was doing, the last thing she wanted was him to deform the fur on her back. She twitched when he stuck his tongue, the piercing were to much, "<span style='color:pink'>Ok, I get the idea, how about a few earpiercings, I don't think I could put up with even one on my tongue.</span>" She felt a bit more confident about talking now, although she was a bit nervous about the whole ordeal sill. Her little fromnia powered wings shuddered, or so she thought, at the idea of getting to look at a tattoo, but her wings had no eyes, so how was she to know? She found a waiting chair, and sat down to...well, wait. She was oddly patient compared to other customers, or at least, thats what she figured, but while she waited, she decided to get some of her first aid stuff out, just in case, if this was the tattooing she had heard of, the painful kind, she'd better have something for it. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Mef, long post are getting kind of hard...</td></tr></table>
ooc: I’m sorry my posts are so short; my muse is being a bitch. ic: There was a quiet snap as Atti tugged on the latex gloves that would keep his hands clean and the female's back free of germs. Prior to sterilizing the equipment in his autoclave, the tattoo artist had cleaned each item and placed it in a special pouch. And now, the indicator strip on the pouch changed color; the items inside were sterile. Attrius set his equipment near the thill and went to plug in the needle, pausing to pick up a few more colors of ink before approaching. “M’kay," he said. “I’m going to have to shave your back, first; then I’m going to draw the design onto your skin, since the skin can stretch while I use the needle. Got that?" He blinked, tanzanite optics shuttering as his gaze brushed the fae’s. “Then we’ll start the actual inking, and when we’re done with the tattoo, I’ll get you a few holes." Poking through a tall, brushed-steel cabinet, the black-swathed arden produced a crisp white shift open in the back, obviously freshly laundered. “You can go put this on in there," he said, gesturing to a nearby restroom with the door hanging half-open and the light off. “I’ll be in the room besides it; it’s marked as Room 3." He waited for Cero to depart into the small washroom, then slipped into the tattooing suite, pressing a velveted paw against the sleek, polished wood and metal of the door; it swung open with a low creak. After observing that all his inking apparatus was prepared, ‘Rius merely sat down, awaiting for the thill.
She blinked, he, made it sound simple, she had heard stories of it being painful, this was shocking. She blinked, and nodded dumbly. She walked into the room, turned the light on, and closed the door, then shook her head as she pulled her shirt off. She looked in the mirror and wondered if her bra would get in the way. But since she had dignity, she left it on, he would have to tell her to go take it off before she would. She put the vest, shirt, thing on, at first putting it on backward. She shook her head, that wasn't right. She had it on sideways, again not right. Finally she got it right. She smiled, and scooped her shirt up in her arms. She stepped out of the room, and walked over to the one he said he's be in. She looked in again, all the equipment gave her butterflies. Maybe her thoughts were wrong, maybe it was painful. She then had to say, "<span style='color:pink'>Will this hurt, I'm curious to know.</span>" Her tail stopped it's rythmic swishing, and her wings drooped even more than they were. She tried to force an excited smile, but it came out looking creepy, and turned away, going back into her frown. She was the least bit excited, she was actually a bit frightened now. She shuddered, she would have to do it now, more than anything, he was ready, and she had to get ready. Ceru was never one to adapt fast, but she knew now, that she would have to. Even if it hurt or no.
ooc: Ew. This is so crappy. ic: As with all of Atti’s clients, Ceru had the same question: “Will this hurt?" ‘Rius smiled, and with a roil of muscle cording over his shoulders, shrugged and smiled. “People describe the sensation as being similar to bee stings, sunburn or being pinched. Some say they experience a slight tickling, or "pins and needles." Individual pain tolerance, the size and type of tattoo, and the skill of the artist all contribute to the amount of pain." He looked the thill straight in the eye. “I already have experience- don’t worry. I’ve tattooed myself, and personally, I think of it somewhat as a cross between a limb falling asleep, and getting poked with someone’s unfiled claw." Att grinned, a smile teasing at the edges of coal lips. “Location also makes a difference- skin that rests right over a bone is more sensitive. Part of your tattoo is going to be over your spine, so that’ll hurt more. Ah... and you can lay down on your stomach right there." The obsidian arden gestured to a flat, cushioned table, the area where one’s head was to go supported with a poofy down pillow. He settled himself beside her, sitting so his legs straddled the stool besides the padded metal slab. It gave him perfect access to the region of her back he wanted to work on; the space between those lovely appendages she was gifted with. Pulling out the razor, switched on the button with a flick of thumb and forefinger; it began to buzz and vibrate between his clasped and intertwined digits. “This isn’t the needle," he said reassuringly. “It’s just the razor. I’m going to shave off your fur- stay still." Att pressed the razor down on the flesh and pelage, tufts of hair streaming away from the fae’s back; he ran it over several times, making sure that he had gotten down to the skin. He paused for a moment to drag one clawtip over the area of soft tissue he planned to use, mentally marking out what he was going to put there. The pointed end barely grazed the surface of her ‘dermis for more than a few brief seconds before he was reaching for the alcohol and cotton balls to cleanse the area. "This is gonna feel really cold, so don't freak out on me," he muttered as he scrupulously swabbed down her skin. Only after Attrius had gone through about four of the puffy round balls did he stop and set the plastic bottle aside. With a flick of his thumb the needle hummed to life, although for the moment he kept it clear of her body. Smirking slightly, ‘Rius leaned forward, glancing at Cero out of the corner of his eye. "’Still sure about this?" he murmured.
She nodded, <span style='color:pink'>Sounds about right</span> she thought to herself. She twitched a bit when he swabbed her bare flesh, but managed to stay in place. As for the shaving, well, it would grow back, right? "<span style='color:pink'>Okies, I think I'm ready for this.</span>" She laid down on the table, it was soft. She just let her muscles relax, because standing for a period of time got annoying. She buried her face into the padding and let out a sigh, well, it was finally happening, <span style='color:pink'>Ryokko, please don't lie to me, make this a descent tattooist</span> She thought back to when she got her spider tattoo. She was so young then, she thought of it and almost laughed. She freaked out over ink. The spider was more of a family symbol at the time, but, it was also put of, a picture of a non-poisonous spider meant that she would be a doctor, and that's what she had always wanted to be. Her other siblings had black widows, or recluses, because they were being trained in the USR to become fighters, not healers. It was her mother who taught her healing, and medicines, and stuff like that. Another tattoo, as her life progressed, time would tell how it would affect her life <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I hope tattooist is a word PS:Blahy, post</td></tr></table>
Using one hand to keep the flesh of her back taut while he lowered the buzzing tip of the needle to his skin, Atti grinned slightly at the thill. It moved slowly in swirling patterns, reddening the skin but not causing much in the way of bleeding. Slowly, the scrolled outline of his creation began to take shape- whorled and dotted tribal patterns of purest obsidian, piceous rivers running sinuously along the femme’s spinal locality. It wasn’t his very best work, but the delicate intricacies he had worked into it gave it a subtle, albeit unique quality that was all it's own. Ball-studded tongue was held lightly between two teeth as Atti finished off the tattoo’s framework, and moved to begin perfecting the outline with the same ebon ink, pausing only a few times to dab at his handiwork with an alcohol-dampened tissue. Slowly, the coiling scripture began to take form. "You holding up alright?" he muttered, eyeridge furrowed in concentration. He was now finished with the black, and was about to proceed on with the next color; a deep, brilliant shade of blue, reminiscent of the ancient woad that primeval ‘dragons had inked upon their bodies. He grinned, setting his equipment to the side. “Just thought I’d give you a break for a minute," he said.
Ceru gritted her teeth. Whenever he moved it directly over her spine, it hurt like a knife. She could feel the designs taking shape, though she couldn't see them. Her eyes were so tightly shut, that it made nasty looking wrinkles around her eyes. She carefully opened her eyes, as he said '...break' his last question totally went in one ear and out the other. When she felt he had stopped, she carefully sat up. She looked around with mild caution, and saw he wasn't angry she sat up, and relaxed. Ceru took a deep breath, and slumped where she was sitting, to give her spine a rest. "<span style='color:pink'>Not what I expected.</span>" she said to Attrius, telling the total truth. Actually, she expected it to hurt more than just that. The inking was next, she figured, though, she wasn't good at figuring, also, considering, her spine tingled a little, from the needle work. <span style='color:pink'>I'm just glad he hasn't opened my back yet, I'm just glad he knows what he's doing.</span> she told herself, after a few seconds. She took the extra moment, to get a better look at the room. After looking the room own, she looked back at Attrius, and said, "<span style='color:pink'>I guess I'm ready now.</span>" she laid back down, and waited for him to get back to work. Hopefully the next phase would be less painful.
