I WOULD do this, wouldn't I? - closed
Jul 3, 2011 13:50:04 GMT -5
Post by Annabelle Coronova on Jul 3, 2011 13:50:04 GMT -5
Ah, breathe in the air! It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining bright on their small town of Vermont, despite how much people complained of all the cloudiness and the cooler temperatures. This wasn't the Pacific Northwest, you know. No, this place was bee-utiful. And with summer in the air, and school nearly out for those who didn't graduate, for those people were already gone, so she figure it wouldn't hurt to do something, well...extraordinary, you know, to celebrate the coming of a new season, a new shot at this school, at least in a few weeks when she'd come back from her vacation and came back to Hammel, so why not start off this wee bit off right?
She slowed her pace, and now was standing right in front of her desired location. Smiling and confident, shoulders set back and back straight, Belle walked into the parlour, through the squeaky swing door, and up to the counter. She knew exactly what she wanted to get, and nothing was stopping her. Well, some might object, as you couldn't possibly do what she was planning on doing without consent of a parent, but she had made that work for her, even though they were all the way in Maine and she was all the way in Vermont. Her parents actually wished that their jobs allowed them to have them, and they were quite the artsy couple, encouraging their children to use their creative minds as much as possible, at least her mother was. It seemed like she was acting a lot different than when Annabelle first came to Hammel, when she was cranky and uncooperative. But this consent, which was an email messaged to Annabelle's account, with a scan of her mother's driver's license, a signature signing off, and her printed name underneath it, seemed to be a present for working with those people at Hammel who were trying to help her. And it was true, she wasn't just doing it, this cooperating with trainers and professors for the rewards, but because she actually felt herself growing up a bit, maturing, and accepting her situation, trying to find a way around it. So here she was, print-out of the email nestled in her purse, and ready to go. She walked up to the counter to the rather body-modified guy there, probably in his late 30's, but looking pretty kick ass. She was sure she wanted to do this, and had been given enough money just for this purpose.
She explained what she was looking for to the man, who was understanding, and after explaining that she was a student from another state, but showed adequate proof of parental consent, he gave her a hard look, as she tried to look as normal as possible, although she still wasn't used to people looking at her, she had evidentially passed the bullshit test of the eyes and he asked her how she was going to pay for it. She couldn't help but smile from relief and happiness and adrenaline and everything, so she told him she had pure cash, which he seemed sort of taken aback that she would carry that much with her, but shrugged it off and told her that was just fine. He had her explain what she wanted, and as an artist, she'd already spent quite a lot of time to draw out what she wanted.
Not many people knew this about her, was her favorite animal. It was like one huge oxymoron. The whale shark. It was the largest fish in the sea, the largest shark ever known to exist, but what did it eat? Plankton. Yep, the thing larger than at least ten great white sharks was entirely harmless. It loved humans, and often let them hold on to the shark's dorsal fin and go for a ride, be it a slow one, at only 3 mph. They were big, speckled fish of the sea, and graceful ones at that. She loved it because its not what people would think of such a creature. It reminded her of her.
Alongside this giant whale shark, which would be spiraling around her entire upper half of her arm, would be hammerhead sharks, quite a bit smaller than the whale shark. They were also ironic animals though. They were quite shy, and harmless. There hasn't been one account of a hammerhead shark killing anyone. They floated along in the oceans of the world, all alone for almost all of their life, except when they came to mate, and then they were off again. They were lonely wonderers, beautiful, misunderstood, lonely wonderers. Hopefully, with a few more installations of the other stuff she wanted, and color, this would all come out nicely. The background would be a few skates and rays, and cerulean water. If she had any remaining money or room on her arm after that, she would get some nice coral to fill in some empty spaces between the beautiful creatures. She explained all of this to the guy who was intently focusing on the drawing of hers, and after she finished explaining, he looked at it for just a little while, nodded, and asked her to sit for a wee bit until he got some stuff ready in the back.
Bobbing her one leg on top of the other, adrenaline started to pour into her system. This was really going to happen. It was the most awesome thing, ever. At least that has happened to her in the last few years. No one else, that she knew of, that is, had something as awesome as she would have in just an hour or two. It was a step toward growing up, a step towards new and wonderful things.
Within five minutes, the guy came back, beckoned her to follow him, and she popped up out of her chair, nearly skipping towards the guy. She followed him into a small room mainly black but with bright lights above. He had his needles set out, and had her sit in the designated black leather reclinable chair. He explained to her that it would have to be a three step process, where he would do the main outline for all the sharks today, and then she'd have to let that heal for about a week. Then she could come back to get her color. She'd have all of her sharks colored, and then, if she still had some time here, and was still in Vermont, she could get the other little things she wanted, like the coral. So basically, within two weeks, she'd have it done and mainly healed in a month tops. From what she knew, she had about two and a half weeks left in school, which meant just enough time to get what she wanted in. When she came back, she could get the little details in. It would cost about $800, but she had it, and was ready to pay for it, in whole if he wanted. Smiling, he told her to pay for it after he was done, and so, reassured, she laid her arm out, the right arm, and as she was about to relax as she waited for that 'rubbing' feeling she'd been told it felt like, when she just remembered, almost jumping up (and glad the needle was not yet in her arm, or else that would surely suck). She requested that the guy wore gloves that wouldn't break, because, well you know, it wouldn't be quite the enjoyable experience she would have been looking for. She just told him it was for the better for both of them, not that she didn't trust him, it was her own issue. Again, another shrug as he slipped on a pair of plastic gloves and asked her if she needed anything else. Belle shook her head casually, now reassured, and laid back, totally relaxed. She closed her eyes, and within a few seconds, that low pitched buzz of the tattoo needle started up, and then within a few more moments, a rubbing feeling that felt like someone was scratching away at her arm, not painful, but rather relieving, could you call it that? Looked like it wouldn't be that bad after all, and within a few hours, she'd have all the outlines and basic details on her arm forever, of the greatest explanation of her life, that words couldn't explain.
That's the beauty of tattoo art and body modification. There are just some things in life that required art to describe, that were unfathomable with the spoken word. This was something she wanted to show the world when she got out of Hammel and into the real world. With any luck, she'd get into a prestigious art school, perhaps even on scholarship, and go on to be a fine artist. Or maybe she'd go a little mainstream and try out some virtual media. It was a far way away, she'd figure it out sooner or later. But for now, she'd relax, breathe easy, and get this beautiful dream come true on her arm.
She slowed her pace, and now was standing right in front of her desired location. Smiling and confident, shoulders set back and back straight, Belle walked into the parlour, through the squeaky swing door, and up to the counter. She knew exactly what she wanted to get, and nothing was stopping her. Well, some might object, as you couldn't possibly do what she was planning on doing without consent of a parent, but she had made that work for her, even though they were all the way in Maine and she was all the way in Vermont. Her parents actually wished that their jobs allowed them to have them, and they were quite the artsy couple, encouraging their children to use their creative minds as much as possible, at least her mother was. It seemed like she was acting a lot different than when Annabelle first came to Hammel, when she was cranky and uncooperative. But this consent, which was an email messaged to Annabelle's account, with a scan of her mother's driver's license, a signature signing off, and her printed name underneath it, seemed to be a present for working with those people at Hammel who were trying to help her. And it was true, she wasn't just doing it, this cooperating with trainers and professors for the rewards, but because she actually felt herself growing up a bit, maturing, and accepting her situation, trying to find a way around it. So here she was, print-out of the email nestled in her purse, and ready to go. She walked up to the counter to the rather body-modified guy there, probably in his late 30's, but looking pretty kick ass. She was sure she wanted to do this, and had been given enough money just for this purpose.
She explained what she was looking for to the man, who was understanding, and after explaining that she was a student from another state, but showed adequate proof of parental consent, he gave her a hard look, as she tried to look as normal as possible, although she still wasn't used to people looking at her, she had evidentially passed the bullshit test of the eyes and he asked her how she was going to pay for it. She couldn't help but smile from relief and happiness and adrenaline and everything, so she told him she had pure cash, which he seemed sort of taken aback that she would carry that much with her, but shrugged it off and told her that was just fine. He had her explain what she wanted, and as an artist, she'd already spent quite a lot of time to draw out what she wanted.
Not many people knew this about her, was her favorite animal. It was like one huge oxymoron. The whale shark. It was the largest fish in the sea, the largest shark ever known to exist, but what did it eat? Plankton. Yep, the thing larger than at least ten great white sharks was entirely harmless. It loved humans, and often let them hold on to the shark's dorsal fin and go for a ride, be it a slow one, at only 3 mph. They were big, speckled fish of the sea, and graceful ones at that. She loved it because its not what people would think of such a creature. It reminded her of her.
Alongside this giant whale shark, which would be spiraling around her entire upper half of her arm, would be hammerhead sharks, quite a bit smaller than the whale shark. They were also ironic animals though. They were quite shy, and harmless. There hasn't been one account of a hammerhead shark killing anyone. They floated along in the oceans of the world, all alone for almost all of their life, except when they came to mate, and then they were off again. They were lonely wonderers, beautiful, misunderstood, lonely wonderers. Hopefully, with a few more installations of the other stuff she wanted, and color, this would all come out nicely. The background would be a few skates and rays, and cerulean water. If she had any remaining money or room on her arm after that, she would get some nice coral to fill in some empty spaces between the beautiful creatures. She explained all of this to the guy who was intently focusing on the drawing of hers, and after she finished explaining, he looked at it for just a little while, nodded, and asked her to sit for a wee bit until he got some stuff ready in the back.
Bobbing her one leg on top of the other, adrenaline started to pour into her system. This was really going to happen. It was the most awesome thing, ever. At least that has happened to her in the last few years. No one else, that she knew of, that is, had something as awesome as she would have in just an hour or two. It was a step toward growing up, a step towards new and wonderful things.
Within five minutes, the guy came back, beckoned her to follow him, and she popped up out of her chair, nearly skipping towards the guy. She followed him into a small room mainly black but with bright lights above. He had his needles set out, and had her sit in the designated black leather reclinable chair. He explained to her that it would have to be a three step process, where he would do the main outline for all the sharks today, and then she'd have to let that heal for about a week. Then she could come back to get her color. She'd have all of her sharks colored, and then, if she still had some time here, and was still in Vermont, she could get the other little things she wanted, like the coral. So basically, within two weeks, she'd have it done and mainly healed in a month tops. From what she knew, she had about two and a half weeks left in school, which meant just enough time to get what she wanted in. When she came back, she could get the little details in. It would cost about $800, but she had it, and was ready to pay for it, in whole if he wanted. Smiling, he told her to pay for it after he was done, and so, reassured, she laid her arm out, the right arm, and as she was about to relax as she waited for that 'rubbing' feeling she'd been told it felt like, when she just remembered, almost jumping up (and glad the needle was not yet in her arm, or else that would surely suck). She requested that the guy wore gloves that wouldn't break, because, well you know, it wouldn't be quite the enjoyable experience she would have been looking for. She just told him it was for the better for both of them, not that she didn't trust him, it was her own issue. Again, another shrug as he slipped on a pair of plastic gloves and asked her if she needed anything else. Belle shook her head casually, now reassured, and laid back, totally relaxed. She closed her eyes, and within a few seconds, that low pitched buzz of the tattoo needle started up, and then within a few more moments, a rubbing feeling that felt like someone was scratching away at her arm, not painful, but rather relieving, could you call it that? Looked like it wouldn't be that bad after all, and within a few hours, she'd have all the outlines and basic details on her arm forever, of the greatest explanation of her life, that words couldn't explain.
That's the beauty of tattoo art and body modification. There are just some things in life that required art to describe, that were unfathomable with the spoken word. This was something she wanted to show the world when she got out of Hammel and into the real world. With any luck, she'd get into a prestigious art school, perhaps even on scholarship, and go on to be a fine artist. Or maybe she'd go a little mainstream and try out some virtual media. It was a far way away, she'd figure it out sooner or later. But for now, she'd relax, breathe easy, and get this beautiful dream come true on her arm.
