cryptonym: 027.leonhearted

dir en grey

the marrow of a bone.

/casually adds to the list/

Currently listening to Dum Spiro Spero

mm yisss

#DIR EN GREY #marrow of a bone #Leonard's playlist #IC/OOC #Leo listens to everything.

Distraction from playing Zakuro (bass guitar).

Dum Spiro Spero is perfect at work...

Except if someone suddenly walks in.

Hnnn.

Finally, someone who understands.

dir en grey

the marrow of a bone.

― out of chaos

Appearantly, I can't track my own tag, so please remind me of replies if I owe anything soon enough.

:(

Good morning.

#OOC; oh no.#027leonhearted #Out of Chaos

― Reminders.

See you soon, Leonard. I’ll create a reminder for you …..

Reminder No. 2, 02.09.12, 00:47

Reply to:

― flygirlsbird [oh no. still pending -_-]

#OOC; head to pillow #IC #[goodnight; have fun!]

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Cyd pulled the chair at her desk and sat in from of Rae, holding his forearm with gentle, careful hands as she examined the tattoo. Tilting her head to the side slightly, a plan formed in her head on how to bring the design back to life and she smiled to herself.

“This is a lovely tattoo” she commented, tracing a long, thin finger along some of the more faded lines. “Hmm… it could use some work, yes… but it doesn’t look as bad as expected. Ten years old, you say? Yeah, could look a lot worse.”

Nodding her head, the tattooist grabbed a pair of black gloves and pulled them on before standing up to prepare all the needles, the ink… all the tattooing paraphernalia, placing it in order on the table next to the stretcher. She pulled her hair back with a hairband and sat back down. “Alright then… are you ready for this?”

As Cyd had a view on it, he could tell immediately that she knew how to get started. Settling down, he smiled a litte as well. For quite a while he had delayed the whole thing, as if scared of the procedure… or the truth about the shape of his tattoo. Leonard now had a look, eyes following these lines which would soon shine like new, at least he liked this imagination. The tip of the feather seemed to pinch the middle of his wrist just a little, there even was some ink visible, as if someone should finish a word, a sentence, that should be written on there. The feather itself spread on half of his arm, almost reaching the elbow with it’s fluffy end.

“Honestly, I was afraid it would stay like this forever if I couldn’t bring myself to come here. I never thought it would fade with time… on the other hand, I don’t know a lot about tattoos,” the blonde replied almost reservedly now. Somehow he needed to get this off his chest, although his fears were almost… stupid.

Nonetheless, Leonard couldn’t be more prepared for this, despite his crooked smile as his eyes focussed her utensils. It had been ten years by now… but he remembered quite well.

“Only if you talk to me from time to time, otherwise it gets boring very soon…” As if THIS could be boring in any sort! “Maybe I’m going to speak like a book in no time, trying to distract myself… I’m sorry in advance. If I disrupt your work I’m gonna stop immediately. Promise.”

Cyd grabbed the first needle, checking to see if it was adjusted as she liked and said, “It’s natural that they fade over time. Taking care of them properly can slow down the process of fading, but it’s unavoidable. Don’t worry, though; you’re in good hands” She gave him a reassuring smiled and turned the mechanism on, leaned over his arm and began working.

“You can talk if it calms you down. I enjoy speaking while working, actually… it helps me focus. By all means, say anything you want, it won’t bother me one bit.”

By now, he was almost waiting for some sort of pain, but for the beginning it was no problem at all… just as if Cyd was stroking some sort of graze on his arm. To avoid thinking any other thought, he didn’t look at the needle, but rather observing her face, where concentration was writ large on. “I’m sure you’ll point me in the right direction about this.” If only he could remember the conversation with his tattoist a few years ago. What stories did he tell back then, which book did he choose for his first tattoo?

Leonard took her at her word, leaning back, trying to relax as much as possible. “I remember a discussion about whether to think extensively about a design or rather getting enthusiastic about it on impulse. For me, it was the last one. Much later I noticed that I would hesitate to choose a second one because nothing seemed to fit perfectly; trying to see everything from a different angle. Considering every objection. That’s why I’ve never thought of getting another tattoo. I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to get possessed by a design. So… do you have one, two, three,… tattoos - and what would you choose to do?”

“Hmm…” Cyd paused as she worked on his arm. “This is merely my personal opinion, but i believe tattoos are not to be made in the spurr of a moment. They are something that you will carry on your body for the rest of your life, unless you got the money to get it removed, so they should have some sort of meaning. Whether it be a homage to a deceased friend or family member, an important chapter of your life, a personal trait… it’s one of the reasons why our policy doesn’t allow for people to get tattoos under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Not all establishments do it, of course… but i thought we’d add that small rule. We also don’t tattoo anyone below 18, even if they have parental permission. A teenager doesn’t have enough wisdom or life experience to make a small decision, let alone a tattoo.”

She made a pause to wipe the excess ink and evaluate her work so far. “I got three tattoos. Thinking about getting a new one soon, just don’t know what yet.”

#IC #cydjones #[Last one; goodnight!]

A slight nod was his first answer, still thinking about the decision to get one he made ten years ago. “Maybe it was spontaneous, but the real spontaneous thing was the last bit of convincement I needed. The only thing left was to walk into that shop and get it done. By then, I was barely twenty years old and a desperate dreamer... a writer, to be exactly.”

Actually, he had never been that ambitious to actually become a writer, it was merely something he did at leisure, a diversion from University stuff. Well, Jones didn't need to know... he actually just liked the sound of it.

“I do agree with you when it comes to teenagers. I mean, honestly, it's just in their nature, doing things hastily, wanting to experience everything right now - it's the same with tattoos. Maybe it's just me, but I couldn't imagine myself to hurry anything in my life.” Who would have thought that?

“I see...” Leonard wanted to add more, but at this point his voice sounded weaker than before and he didn't want it to quiver.

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Most of the people who’d met him before didn’t need to take the measure of him for too long - it seemed clear enough that he was just an absentminded man, someone who was lost or, if not, would soon end up this way. Those people had passed by, not considering to help or to mind. Never attentive, never interested if someone could be this moony in times like these. For the first time Leonard remembered, it was different now, nonetheless… and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be like this right now. He could tell by the way the stranger approached that he wasn’t ignorant or even careless at all. Although he already noticed him - how could he not - the scientist waited for him to stand still, at least for a moment. The stranger was taller by a head at the minimum. It didn’t took him long to decide that it was better to look surprised at his questions.

“I’m… new to this place,” he admitted, not directly answering anything. “Are you … a cop? I mean, don’t get me wrong, but you look more like a cop than a tour guide.”

His eyes tried to meet with his opposite’s, wandering over the place where… those implemented shades joined the flesh of his temples. A moment later he smiled, almost apologizing by now.

The blond was shorter than him. He seemed to hold a kind, yet curious nature to him. Strange though, why a newcomer like him would desire to travel to a shit-hole like this. Adam couldn’t see why. Especially with Detroit being the epicenter of most of the riots against augmentations… Though, he could digress. There were some people whom wanted to see where it all began. The future, that is. They wanted to take a glimpse at the company that kicked everything into overdrive. And with that, some desired to one day catch a glimpse of the man who started it all.

An aggravating thing really. It just meant that Adam had to stay longer to bodyguard his boss all the way to his car.

Shaking his head, his hands tucked behind his back, “Not a cop. Security for Sarif.” His brows them furrowed, “New? Why come here? You expecting to find something? There’s nothing here.”

There was a scoff somewhere in that sentence. Unneeded and accidental, but it was habitual. From beneath his shades, his HUD was attempting to catch a facial recognition. If this man were a criminal on the run, they’d find him. If not, Adam was just going to have to find out who this man was the old fashioned way.

#IC #anaugmentedgrin #[Love it.]#[Had to answer this in the middle of the night]

Well, the blonde certainly knew by now how to deal with scoff - unintended or not. Otherwise, his own boss would give him a though time. He'd pick him over this stranger at any time... it's always better to pick someone of your own size, and, concerning brainpower, his boss certainly was. “It's just the same as you do... I get paid for being here, doing stuff I'm good at. You wouldn't call yourself a security for Sarif, if you didn't do the same.” Despite these frank, straightforward words, Leonard manages to continue with his somewhat easygoing, calm behaviour. Security for Sarif... His thoughts revolved around this information, unnoticed.

“Let's say I'm not quite looking... but who knows what might happen on the streets of Detroit.” So, basically, this meant that he didn't even need a tourist guide, but he didn't care to reveal this fact. He's talking about Jensen.

Something about those shades was unsettling, even more than the fact that he faced an otherwise ... noticeable augmented man. He just couldn't stand the fact that, if this was true for the security's eyes as well, he could analyse him secretly at any time. Because he could, nothing else. On the other hand - it was a job, as everything else. As his own... he was a scientist, not a criminal, although this border had become blurred during the past few years. Especially in the city where the future began.

“I actually thought about applying for a position at Sarif. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the Security staff can handle it, but it's probably not the best thing to look for at the moment.”

Wasn't it? Leonard shrugged... the thought came to his mind right now, maybe helping him to keep the conversation running.

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Cyd pulled the chair at her desk and sat in from of Rae, holding his forearm with gentle, careful hands as she examined the tattoo. Tilting her head to the side slightly, a plan formed in her head on how to bring the design back to life and she smiled to herself.

“This is a lovely tattoo” she commented, tracing a long, thin finger along some of the more faded lines. “Hmm… it could use some work, yes… but it doesn’t look as bad as expected. Ten years old, you say? Yeah, could look a lot worse.”

Nodding her head, the tattooist grabbed a pair of black gloves and pulled them on before standing up to prepare all the needles, the ink… all the tattooing paraphernalia, placing it in order on the table next to the stretcher. She pulled her hair back with a hairband and sat back down. “Alright then… are you ready for this?”

As Cyd had a view on it, he could tell immediately that she knew how to get started. Settling down, he smiled a litte as well. For quite a while he had delayed the whole thing, as if scared of the procedure… or the truth about the shape of his tattoo. Leonard now had a look, eyes following these lines which would soon shine like new, at least he liked this imagination. The tip of the feather seemed to pinch the middle of his wrist just a little, there even was some ink visible, as if someone should finish a word, a sentence, that should be written on there. The feather itself spread on half of his arm, almost reaching the elbow with it’s fluffy end.

“Honestly, I was afraid it would stay like this forever if I couldn’t bring myself to come here. I never thought it would fade with time… on the other hand, I don’t know a lot about tattoos,” the blonde replied almost reservedly now. Somehow he needed to get this off his chest, although his fears were almost… stupid.

Nonetheless, Leonard couldn’t be more prepared for this, despite his crooked smile as his eyes focussed her utensils. It had been ten years by now… but he remembered quite well.

“Only if you talk to me from time to time, otherwise it gets boring very soon…” As if THIS could be boring in any sort! “Maybe I’m going to speak like a book in no time, trying to distract myself… I’m sorry in advance. If I disrupt your work I’m gonna stop immediately. Promise.”

Cyd grabbed the first needle, checking to see if it was adjusted as she liked and said, “It’s natural that they fade over time. Taking care of them properly can slow down the process of fading, but it’s unavoidable. Don’t worry, though; you’re in good hands” She gave him a reassuring smiled and turned the mechanism on, leaned over his arm and began working.

“You can talk if it calms you down. I enjoy speaking while working, actually… it helps me focus. By all means, say anything you want, it won’t bother me one bit.”

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By now, he was almost waiting for some sort of pain, but for the beginning it was no problem at all... just as if Cyd was stroking some sort of graze on his arm. To avoid thinking any other thought, he didn't look at the needle, but rather observing her face, where concentration was writ large on. “I'm sure you'll point me in the right direction about this.” If only he could remember the conversation with his tattoist a few years ago. What stories did he tell back then, which book did he choose for his first tattoo?

Leonard took her at her word, leaning back, trying to relax as much as possible. “I remember a discussion about whether to think extensively about a design or rather getting enthusiastic about it on impulse. For me, it was the last one. Much later I noticed that I would hesitate to choose a second one because nothing seemed to fit perfectly; trying to see everything from a different angle. Considering every objection. That's why I've never thought of getting another tattoo. I wonder if I'll be brave enough to get possessed by a design. So... do you have one, two, three,... tattoos - and what would you choose to do?”

#IC #cydjones

Taiyou Iwaku Moeyo Chaos In my Ass

melodiamjustitiae

Soul Meets Body In My Ass

raisinudonbunny

Aggressive Zone in my ass

ouo

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Grandma got a facebook in my ass

hat-and-scarf-blog

[[ Youkai zone in my ass

h ]]

princess-of-the-dead

【東方Vocal】EastNewSound - 紅凰優楼 in my ass

wut

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Ass & Titties in my Ass

…sounds painful

sakurasaigyouji-deactivated2013

…. Numb in my ass?

;n;

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Gears Keep Turning in my ass

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Death Blooms in my ass…..

eliza-cassan-deactivated2012123

Mis//Understanding… in my ass.

WUT? O.o

We Are In This Together In My Ass…

…

-Cackles-

#IC #Leonard's playlist #Radiohead

That would be "How to disappear completely in my ass..."

Oh crap. I don't wanna know.

Just how?

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“Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Rae. And pardon me for your assumption was correct. No offense” She gave him a sheepish smile and stood from her stool, gesturing to the door on her right. “Now if you’ll please follow me, we’ll start immediately. Lucky for you, the day has been going a bit slow. Usually i barely have time to scratch my bum, let alone work on someone out of the blue. Let’s go?”

Mr. Rae didn’t really want to rub this in, but he allowed himself a big grin - compared to the reserved look on his face from before. “For once, I benefit from forgetting almost everything.” It made her smile and that matters. He thinks that being in a good mood can be utterly inspiring, and from his point of view, she was going to need some inspiration right now. “I’m a lucky today, then. Rumour has it that you’re doing pretty good business… but I can only guess how many artists and tattoists are around Detroit these days, trying to take hold.” He stepped closer to the door while chatting, holding the door open for Cyd to enter. “I think you’re totally capable of working on me out of the blue… at least, I confide in your skills. It can’t look worse than it does now.”

Raising her eyebrows slightly at his gesture of holding the door open, Cyd walked through and muttered a ‘thank you’. She wasn’t exactly used to courtesy. It was nice seeing that some men still held a bit of the old ways, even if they meant little to her.

“We’ll see what we can do” she smiled as she led the way to her working station, a small-medium sized room in neat order. There was a desk at a corner, then a dark brown leather stretcher that she indicated. “Have a seat and show me the design, if you please.”

Whether the spectacled man noticed her facial expression or not was not clear at the moment, but so far one could tell, his eyes were almost everywhere, darting around. Gazing at the back of her head, allowing himself to think about her somewhat sheepish behaviour, he followed soon after… not without coughing slightly in response. “My pleasure.” Still he seemed comfortable, as if he appreciated the tidiness of the room even more… maybe it was just her presence, the way she was talking, joking with her client which made him feel this way. Chasing off these thoughts, the scientist took a seat, not wishing to let her wait any further. Soon enough, Cyd could notice that the courtesy was not the only thing he held of the old ways since the tattoo he revealed on his right forearm was a quill pen. One could tell that it was old, faded with time; some of the delicate lines looked hopelessly blurred. Looking up, it was written in Leonard’s face that this tattoo still means a lot to him, although he’d never admit it. “You see, it’s more than ten years old by now… First I didn’t like it, it was more a spontaneous idea.”

Cyd pulled the chair at her desk and sat in from of Rae, holding his forearm with gentle, careful hands as she examined the tattoo. Tilting her head to the side slightly, a plan formed in her head on how to bring the design back to life and she smiled to herself.

“This is a lovely tattoo” she commented, tracing a long, thin finger along some of the more faded lines. “Hmm… it could use some work, yes… but it doesn’t look as bad as expected. Ten years old, you say? Yeah, could look a lot worse.”

Nodding her head, the tattooist grabbed a pair of black gloves and pulled them on before standing up to prepare all the needles, the ink… all the tattooing paraphernalia, placing it in order on the table next to the stretcher. She pulled her hair back with a hairband and sat back down. “Alright then… are you ready for this?”

#IC #cydjones #[a new regular customer... XD]

As Cyd had a view on it, he could tell immediately that she knew how to get started. Settling down, he smiled a litte as well. For quite a while he had delayed the whole thing, as if scared of the procedure... or the truth about the shape of his tattoo. Leonard now had a look, eyes following these lines which would soon shine like new, at least he liked this imagination. The tip of the feather seemed to pinch the middle of his wrist just a little, there even was some ink visible, as if someone should finish a word, a sentence, that should be written on there. The feather itself spread on half of his arm, almost reaching the elbow with it's fluffy end.

“Honestly, I was afraid it would stay like this forever if I couldn't bring myself to come here. I never thought it would fade with time... on the other hand, I don't know a lot about tattoos,” the blonde replied almost reservedly now. Somehow he needed to get this off his chest, although his fears were almost... stupid.

Nonetheless, Leonard couldn't be more prepared for this, despite his crooked smile as his eyes focussed her utensils. It had been ten years by now... but he remembered quite well.

“Only if you talk to me from time to time, otherwise it gets boring very soon...” As if THIS could be boring in any sort! “Maybe I'm going to speak like a book in no time, trying to distract myself... I'm sorry in advance. If I disrupt your work I'm gonna stop immediately. Promise.”

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Do I Ever!!!

Today, AU/original Leonard celebrates his 821th day of existence.

2 years and 2 months.

I'm nostalgic now.

(This drawing was a gift for a close friend.)

#AU!Leonard #OOC; rp sketch

― Reminders.

See you soon, Leonard. I’ll create a reminder for you ….. Reminder No. 1, 01.09.12, 01:40 Reply to: ― flygirlsbird Remember: ― cyd-jones ― an-augmented-grin

#OOC; Head to pillow

ooc;

Why my last name there? I’m confused . please don’t let this be an accident.

O_O”

… IS THAT YOUR LAST NAME!?

/dies laughing

Don’t worry, it’s not you. xDD <333333