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A long dead return
To one with far keener ears than his Calder’s hesitation must have been maddening. It took minutes for him to raise his fist, ready to knock on the door. He hoped that this was the right apartment, that his memory hadn’t failed him, that she hadn’t moved, but when one up and disappears a great deal of change can occur. Finally, his hand contacted the door, a dull knock ringing out and making him jump ever so slightly. “Q-Quinn?” He half said, half whispered.
Evening. Evening was beautiful, but it heralded the night, a time which Calder felt little comfort. Walking through the streets it was all he could do to keep his head from panning back and forth, scanning for anything to satisfy his fear’s need.
Perhaps that was why he jumped when he laid eyes on another figure, a sack dropping from his hands and meeting the ground with the peal of thick glass shattering. “Spirits!” he cursed, looking from his mess to the woman and back down, “sorry, sorry.”
Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships
Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
With a sigh Calder brought the cigarette to his lips, barely taking the smoke in before it drifted from his mouth, wafting into the night air. After almost a year of intermittent smoking the cancer sticks still bothered him a good deal, but they were comforting.
The red neon of his shop’s sign illuminated his back as the man coughed slightly, wiping his mouth and blinking as the sun slowly set.
A return
After a long ass time of not being on tumblr my flame for RP has reignited and Calder’s back in business. It’s been over a year since I last poked this, but I will do my best to bring stuff back to where I left it, with another year of life jading me. I’ve made some changes to Calder’s backstory and abilities, but he remains the same dude as before.
I look forward to meeting new folk, reconnecting with old interactions, and just generally having a good time. Tis good to be back.
Have a two hundred pound Cadejo dog knocking your ass down and giving you happy licks.
“Spirits! Ah, please, I’m sorry. You surprised me. How- how are you?”
Her eyes went wide and she felt her cheeks grow hot. “A-are you asking me to….come as a date or j-just someone b-because either way, I’d love to come! I-I just want to know if I should wear something nice or just….o-oh.”
Cautiously and deliberately Calder avoided the first question, not wanting to dredge that deep into their relationship. “I…well I think something nice. They did tell me to go get a suit for the occasion.” He paused nervously. “This isn’t too much of a hassle, is it? Modifying the suit and then this evening….”
"Why thank you. I know the ones on my sides have faded enough that the lettering needs touched up a bit. The rest however…"
Looking thoughtful she hmm-ed and did a turn glancing over the tattoo’s running around her like a hectic race track. She took stock in them before turning back to him hands going to rest on her hips. “Most of the lettering needs re-done. I think thats my biggest concern right now, that and the compass need’s totally gone over again it’s been acting up recently and that’s never a good thing. I can’t get lost all the time it’s just not good.”
Oliver gave him a lopsided grin. “Oh I forgot, my names Oliver it’s nice to meet you sir.” How thoughtless she hadn’t introduced herself, she hoped he wouldn’t take it as rude of her.
"I'm Calder." The tattooist offered a short nod, not quite a supplicating gesture, but certainly a one that placed him below the customer.
As she spoke about the tattoos his eyes tracked along them, mind whirling at some of her words. Her tattoos were acting up? Special ink? Everything pointed to her having powers similar to his. She might know about them, perhaps she could even lead him towards finding his grandfather! Yet there was so little to go on. He could hardly ask if her tattoos were magic.
"Is there anything I should be careful with when I use this ink?" he asked, using the best compromise of neutral and probing he had on hand. Filled with nervous energy his fingers danced absently, wanting to take and inspect the ink or at the very least twirl a pencil. "Retracing the compass first seems like the best course of action."
Adrien stopped, and looked at the stranger. It wasn’t his intention to start talking with a random guy on the street, but it would sure be nice to forget for some moments his thoughts. ” you don’t like this time of the day, do you? “
"Ah, no, not in the slightest." Why he opened his mouth in the first place eluded him, perhaps seeking a refuge from the dark in the conversations of another. "I've never been a fan of nighttime." Not to mention some of his associations with the dark hours.
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The shop was the talk of the town, it seemed. Everyone wanting to get a new tattoo or the girls squealling with delight over the attractive tattooist. Ciel had no intention of dwelling in popularity and attractiveness, for once. She was interested by the mere fact that his art was top notch. The keeper had heard nothing but good things and had seen some herself. It was truly something amazing. As the keeper opened the shop door, pale hues searched around until she found her way to a seat. She knew what she wanted done and had every intention of getting the full tattoo done that day. It was going to be agonizing but she was exciting.
What prompted such a flood of customers Calder would never know. Normally having one customer a day represented business booming, but now a flurry of teenaged and twenty something females descended upon his shop daily. It....was very kind to his wallet, but somewhat unsettling.
As much as it pained him, he'd been forced to make a book where he kept sketches of all the tattoos he recently made for potential customers to peruse. For some reason, the general consensus stated that every shop needed to have a book and these sorts of consensuses appeared very important to this fresh wave of customers.
Around lunch time he just placed the finishing touches on a girl that he could not believe was the legal age to have ink applied, but her ID stated otherwise. While instructing her on how to care for the fresh tattoo, he hurriedly called out a greeting to the young woman before finishing the lecture and taking his payment. This certainly was going to push his lunch back.
Rubbing the back of his head the tattooist walked over and gave her a tired half-smile. "Welcome to Atticus Ink. May I help you?"
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care.
Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via larmoyante)
" it is very late already… people shouldn’t walk around at night. That’s usually the reason why so many people here around are murdered at night ", the demon muttered, as he passed by.
Nighttime was not Calder’s favorite time of day. In fact, no time filled him with a greater sense of dread. Of course, one can only remain indoors for so long before before their feet demand to move and lungs yearn for fresh air. That said, the man’s words did not help his unease. “I-” his words choked off nervously.
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About anything! Relationships! Habits they have! Anything at all is a go!
She had to admit the way his eyes tracked the bottle was actually adorable in a charming way, and there went the blush. Now that was precious. Mentally making a notation not to tease him too severely in the future she chuckled. “Thank you~”
Fortunately she had come dressed prepared with the proper attire underneath her thick covering clothes. “You don’t have to hide your eyes, I’m covered I assure you, I wore the right type of bathing suit. ” The blanket was nice but she had too many over too much to really be concerned with it. Hence the thin strapped halter bikini ensemble.
It was NOTHING like she would normally wear, but the ones she needed looked at covered her back, abdomen, and hips completely. If it had been up to her she would have put them somewhere else. The designs weren’t anything tribal nor knotted but odd geometric patterns were interwoven throughout fluidly written script in some language that looked like the result of Sanskirt and Kanji had a brief love affair.
The ones trailing down her abdomen down the sides of both legs resembled more circles in laden over one another. A few being pierced by large elaborate symbols.
A large compass and a few keys being the most recognizable. “Yes well, I did say a few but I suppose I should have said a lot considering the surface area?”
As the man turned, he paused, eyes immediately tracing up and down the intricate ink work. Despite his best attempts he could not quite follow the pattern of the tattoos, injuring his pride, if only ever so slightly. That said, he did his best to keep his eyes only on the tattoo and off the rest of his guest. Part of his job might include seeing people rather scantily clad, but his modesty and embarrassment always kept his eyes on the work as much as possible. Besides, it kept his hands steadier.
He let loose a low whistle and ran a hand through his hair. "These...they're very impressive. Very high quality work. What specifically would you like me to work on? Have some areas faded?"
Halfway through crossing the room he remembered his client's preference for privacy in this and swiftly locked the door before taking a blank sheet of paper from his desk and pulling a chair up. Best to take all of this down. The provided ink and the nature of these tattoos set him on edge and he did not want to make any mistakes, though he suspected he simply latched onto a wild hope.
Her eyes trailed after him as he meandered out of the shop inspecting the map with scrutiny, from what she could gather. And it made her wonder if this was one of those places she could get them restored at, but she didn’t have a choice they were losing power and she didn’t want possession on her list of worries.
Taking the paper back from him she gingerly folded it and stuffed it in her bag. “It may make things more difficult for you but, I brought my own inks. They should work on any base equipment you use, they just have something special in them.” Oliver held up a bottle of what appeared to be an old StarBrite ink bottle only the liquid inside, though the same consistency seemed a bit, odd in color.
"As for looking at them." She grinned wryly at him tossing the ink up before catching it behind her back in the opposite hand. "I came prepared, sir. You have a place for looking them over or ??"
Oliver’s gaze dodged between him and the open front of the store. “I may be bold but I am not THAT bold heheh.”
The mention of her bringing the ink for use on her tattoos piqued the man's curiosity, although he did his best to hide it. As far as he understood his tattoos' ink gave them the unique properties they possessed and perhaps.... No, he shook his head slightly, dismissing the notion. This was neither the time nor the place for such outlandish speculation. Despite that his eyes followed the bottle like a hawk as it flew from one hand to another, overwhelmed with the worry that it might fall and break, depriving him of any ability to learn about it.
At the mention of looking over her tattoos, he flushed slightly, internally cursing himself for his lack of professionalism. "Ah, of course, I'll- let me just draw the blinds and I'll take a look at them."
With that he slipped past her, and began doing just that, drawing all the blinds before placing a chair along with a black blanket near the center of the room. "I'll give you some privacy," he murmured, turning his back on the chair and waiting.
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//Heh, I do, though I only recently went back to them.
I’ve got a Beast Boy blog from Teen Titans and another OC by the name of Gabriel. If people want to follow them and roleplay I’d be more than happy to oblige.
And, as always, thank you my fair anon. (:
Handing over a rather crinkled up and tea stained piece of paper she shrugged re adjusting her trunk like bag against her shoulder. “So I noticed, otherwise it wouldn’t have said ‘tattoo’. Now I’ve got many myself and I need a couple touched up. You could say they need repairs, I found this map er- well I copied it from a book. And it said that this shop might be able to fix it, since it was the closest one on my way to my next stop I figured it’d be a good wager.”
She leaned over and pointed to one of the crudely drawn streets.”See this is that street right outside, but I think this is supposed to be an alley and not a street. What do you think?”
Peering down at the scrap of paper, Calder rotated it one way and then the other, trying to make sense of the drawings. Finally he took a step outside of the shop and looked at the street in question. "Ah, I'm not sure what it's classified as, but I always thought it was an alley."
Ready to focus on business he passed the paper back to her before his lips pursed into a tight line. "Well, that depends on the state of your tattoos. If...well, there are ones that I can't fix, but even in those cases I can probably design something to cover them." A slight shrug rippled across him before he sighed. "I- well I'll need to see them in order to get an opinion. If you don't mind of course."
