Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

That’s adorable. I do spoil my dog, constantly, more than I take care for myself.

Is that right? Does your dog sleep in your bed or are you one of those pet owners who build their own bed or even small private room underneath the staircase? You’ve seen those, right? It’s interesting how far dog owners go.

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

I take it that’s what you’re going through? She’s a golden, basically she’s the best.

That’s such a beautiful dog. My old next door neighbor had one. He called her Lady Bird, which I thought was such  unique name for a dog but he doted on her as if she were his own child. Do you spoil yours?

[hannahxbennet]

inktherapy-ronan:

“Not quite,” he said honestly. “Connor is a bit more subdued in his tattoos.” Not by much, truthfully, but he had more free canvas than Ronan did currently. “He’s still got a lot on him, but it’s not as overt.” Ronan’s ink was far more noticeable. Connor had his arms done and his chest, but it was easily covered with shirts. Ronan’s ink wasn’t coverable without a considerable amount of work. He could do it… with most anyway. His hands were the ones that were hardest. Gloves could work but he wouldn’t be able to do anything if he walked around with gloves on all the time. 

A soft smile spread across his lips when she was telling him about her first foray into taking pictures. He knew nothing about this woman… had he even caught her name? He didn’t think so. But just that little glimpse was adorable and a thing of beauty. “I bet that was a site to see,” he said honestly. “A little kid staging life to get the perfect shot… Finding the beauty in the way life framed itself. That’s… That’s how I got into tattooing. Well, sorta. I used to draw on everything,” he told her. “It used to drive my dad nuts. Everything from myself to random bits of paper were used for doodles and sometimes all out pictures. When I was in High School, my friends used to let me draw on them, too. I always had a sharpy marker on me.” He still did, honestly. There was one in his back pocket as they spoke. It was a pretty easy transition when I dropped out.” 

Hannah typically worked on news stories which were sent to her but she wondered if this man would serve as an interesting Interest piece for her blog. There hadn’t been an actual article update in close to a week but she did fill the void with photographs of various construction outside of the town. A new subdivision was underway as more people wanted to make the move to a quiet town. “I’ve noticed there is quite a number of tattoos on you. Are any the designs from your younger years?” She could look but it would involve a careful study of his body and the only time she ever got that close to a man it wasn’t because of a potential news story. “Why did you drop out?”

When they reached the corner of the street a police car passed by them, going fast than usual. She watched it head down the end of the street before it disappeared around a corner. The sirens weren’t on but it was clear something was out of the norm. The cop possibly needed to run to the bathroom. Hannah licked her lips and glanced to her left to make certain another vehicle wasn’t about to zip by. The coast was clear. “From where you’re from, did you have this type of small-town vibe? Or are you from a large city?”

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

My desk is in the corner of the apartment and away from everything. The only thing that can really distract me at this point is my dog who sometimes just heads my way for attention.

At least with a dog they can’t climb on top of your desk and make themselves at home in the middle of your work. What type of dog do you have?

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

Sometimes, but I try to basically close myself off while I’m working, reducing any chance of distraction.

While you’re at home? What is your secret? I live alone and I manage to find a way to distract myself to the point I am scrambling come deadline time.

[hannahxbennet]

inktherapy-ronan:

Ronan did in fact have time to walk, it was part of why he’d asked her if she knew where it was. If she had given him directions and gone on her way he at least could have followed them. He stood up from the ground where he’d been sitting and used his hands to dust off his backside and straighten out his clothing. “Yeah,” he said with a nod. “I got time.” He took her hand when she offered it and delicately but firmly gave it a shake. It was a strange contrast, her smooth unmarred skin next to his rough, ink-stained skin. 

“Ronan. I am indeed… well, part owner” Ink Therapy wasn’t just his, though there were days when he felt like the only one running it. “Been a tattoo artist for years. How’d you get into photography?” He asked as they started walking. It was a subject, one of the few in school, which had actually held his attention because it was one he didn’t know much about. All the other subjects in school Ronan could probably have schooled the actual teachers on. 

When he stood to his full height Hannah tried to look unimpressed by the way he towered above her and the fact the outfit clung to him in a way which showed he was quite in shape. There was no reason for her to act this way but she didn’t want to give the man the impression she wanted to look him over. However she considered enquiring how he’d feel about modeling for her at some point because there was something quite alluring about him. “Is your partner as inked as you?” she asked after she started the walk and going at a pace so he’d catch up to her. 

“I think it was when I was in elementary school. We were given disposable cameras and told to take pictures of our daily lives to show to the class. I had fun setting up the shots and making sure it was taken at the right time. What made it harder was we didn’t have the option to erase what was taken. Once it was snapped it stuck and we only had the one camera with a 15 picture limit.” Hannah smiled throughout this and looked at him when she asked, “What got you into tattoos? You’re clearly a fan.”

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

I mostly do things from home and with other websites and apps, usually from out of town. I would love to do that, there just aren’t enough offers here for that line of work. I’m glad that you enjoyed it.

How has it been making your own hours from home? Do you run into distractions which lead you to cramming everything in at the last minute? I’ve had deadlines I rushed because of that very reason.

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

I really don’t remember. I’m a programmer and a sale’s associate at the comic store in town, so I tend to be busy. Do you like it better here? It seems like a big change.

Is there much demand for a programmer in Havenoaks? Do you prefer to do your work remotely? An ex-boyfriend went to school to train to be a software engineer and it was some of the most tedious work I’ve seen. You must enjoy it. I went into the comic book once. I liked the game selection. 

It’s a giant change though it’s a welcome one. I prefer it here than Arizona. There wasn’t much for me there.

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

Oh, I meant my job, not chores.

What is it you do? I might’ve shared this all ready; I’m a freelance journalist and photographer. I moved to Havenoaks to get away from the Arizona heat, and to capture the wondrous nature of Oregon. 

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

Thank you, I really can only hope for that too.

That’s good, I’m glad that you got that finished. Not much. I did some work and then went out with a good friend of mine.

What type of work? As in was this your job or more along the lines of chores?

[hannahxbennet]

inktherapy-ronan:

Ronan snorted. “No idea, you’re the first one I’ve tried it on,” he said honestly. “I’m guessing not so well.” She really was pretty but Ronan hadn’t been looking to woo anyone when he asked about the gym. “I really just wanted to know where the gym was located. I’m new around these parts and don’t know where shit is.” One of these days he would make time to explore but when his days were booked solid with tattoos, his energy was null. He ran in the park in the mornings but he needed the weights now. 

She was the first, or so he said. Hannah decided to toss him a bone and eased up. Slightly. “Do you have time to walk to the gym? It’s not far from here and I prefer to show people instead of direct them.” Hannah looked down at her camera and turned it off, removing the lens and stashing it securing in the bag which hung next to her hip. “I’m Hannah Bennet.” she said as soon as she zipped it, offering her hand to shake. “I’m a freelance photographer and journalist. Are you the owner of this studio?” she pointed to the place behind him with her eyes, not needing to actually physically point. She had a tendency to come across as all business at times but she did have a softness to her which showed while she spoke; smiling kindly at the man. 

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

Yeah, but at least things are fine right now so I don’t have to worry about a collapsing ceiling. 

Did it help?

I’m glad. I hope the remainder of your time doesn’t have any other issues with that particular landlord. 

It did. I live alone and manage to distract myself easily with various things that need to be handled. I turned in the article an hour before deadline and treated myself to a nice dinner. What did you do with your night?

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

Yeah, it should be fixed now, I hope. I really don’t want it to collapse on myself or even anyone.

It’s fine, but I’m doing alright. How about you?

Who would? If my ceiling came down on me while I was in the middle of things I would be livid. Then I would go through my lease and find the section where it discusses what is considered an unlivable environment and tell my landlord they have a certain number of days to get it repaired or I am in my right to terminate the contract. I’ve had terrible landlords in the past.

No complaints. I took my work to the coffee shop because it’s easier to concentrate there. There are far too many distractions at home.

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

I’ll be fine. They’re supposed to come at noon to fix the leak, so hopefully it all gets finished and I don’t have to deal with my landlord after this.

Did they come by? Are you in search of a new rental?

I have a tendecy to get carried away with topics. I should ask how you are. So. How are you?

[hannahxbennet]

inktherapy-ronan:

Ronan glanced up at the woman who spoke, the sun glinting off her blonde hair and blinding him for a moment. He squinted and put his hand up to his brow, cupping it around his eyes in the hopes of killing the brightness. It did the trick thankfully and he was left staring at a very pretty woman with moss green eyes. “Naw,” he said, “If I did that then I wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to pretty girls and impress them.” He gave her a cheesy grin but couldn’t hold it in and laughed at himself. “Seriously, though, I figured asking would at least let me get to know a few people around here.” He still didn’t know anyone beyond his partner and a few clients he’d permanently branded with his art. 

There was something about his comment which caused Hannah to look away from him, concealing an eye rolls as she let the camera dangle from her neck before she crossed her arms. Great. He was one of those guys, the type who probably catcall women or say things to make them feel uncomfortable. She thought she left that behind when she moved. But he carried on and she decided to try not to let that momentary blip affect her judgement since this was still considered a first impression. “Ah. Well you’re the first I’ve come across who uses this method. How has it gone for you?” Her arms remained crossed but she decided to humor him with that question, a ghost of a smile graced her lips a couple seconds later. 

[hannahxbennet]

megaloxrobin:

I only have two months until my contract ends so I’m not too worried about it.

It’s not worth it at this point. You can leave a scathing review for others to see. It pisses me off to no end when people treat others shitty. There’s no reason for it.

[hannahxbennet]

inktherapy-ronan:

On his lunch break, Ronan sat outside the shop, the warmth of the sun coloring his ink-stained skin. It was slightly too warm in the sun but the shade still stung, the taste of winter in its bite. He glanced up, eyes squinting against the flair of the sun. “Hey,” he said as someone past by, “You wouldn’t happen to know where the gym is around this town?” He was pretty new to town. He’d had enough time to set up his shop and the apartment above for use but now he needed to get to know the people and the layout of the town. 

It was the first nice day in what felt a solid week of bitter cold and snow which left Hannah indoors with winter blues, and the woman intended to take full advantage. With camera in hand she stepped out her small apartment, which was located close to a flower shop she liked to frequent. It was her little slice of happy especially during these gray days. Hannah snapped pictures there, making sure to capture the store’s sign to send to the owner, free of charge. She wandered her neighborhood, still not used to the vast difference between this and Arizona. As her lens focused on a couple people pushing a stroller her attention was drawn away, Hannah dropping her view until all she could see was a man who looked perfect for a magazine spread. Hannah lowered her camera and laughed, “I don’t. You can check on your phone’s Maps and see if it gives nearby recommendations.” This was all she could offer. Hannah hadn’t set foot in a gym since she moved here.