Sorry that I look like a mess

What's up, I'm Ingrid, I'm 31, and I never fxcking learned how to read. ----- Tattoo artist & lead singer of SpiderMoon ((RP ACCOUNT))

[ingriddduh]

“We all have our moments,” he deflected.  “I guess the first thing in the size debate is trying to decide on placement.  I don’t think I’m going to be ambitious and look for a back piece or anything like that.  Otherwise, do you have a recommendation for location?”  He bit at his lower lip for a moment.  “I’m not in a rush, though.  And I don’t know what your schedule looks like, so I don’t want to impose either.” 

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“A lot of people go for the arm first, bicep.” Ingrid motioned to the man’s arm. “You have a good fit, so it would be a compliment for you.” Ingrid then walked back and grabbed a journal. “How about an emblem? It’s simple and has a decent composition that would work for your arm.”

[ingriddduh]

“Of course… What a silly question, sorry.” Eden smiled shaking her head. Then again she had no idea about how a tattoo artist actually worked and trivializing it to just pressing the design on your skin and copying it was absurd and far from real. So she was mildly curious. More than she was about the exhibition itself at the moment; she could revisit another day. Letting out a small laugh she admitted “Why not? I don’t have any so I might be a little curious. But it would be something small, I’d need to ease into something like this” she tapped her finger on the page with the elaborate artwork.

-

Ingrid scoffed at the apology. “Why sorry?” She asked, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not like you know anything about tattooing.” Her head then tilted, eyes scanning the other’s body before her lips pursed. “I can do it, no joke. Think of this as a consultation.”

[ingriddduh]

Harlow was sort of relieved that Alex came up behind her when she did. She was for some reason very nervous about meeting Ingrid. Harlow was definitely someone who was overly cautious in her day to day life. Ingrid was family after all. At the end of the day family was something both she and Alex valued more than anything.

“ Uh, maybe we can slip away somewhere a little quieter and talk? “ Harlow spoke with a raise in her voice now to be heard over all of the people who surrounded her. They had so much really to catch up on. That couldn’t really be done in one night but it was a good start. “ I just need to tell him husband. “ Harlow said as she searched the room with her eyes for him. “ That way he doesn’t think I was kidnapped or something. “ Harlow said rolling her eyes as she finally spotted him. @ingriddduh @alexandrawilscn​

        As the initial shock started to wear off, Alexandra relaxed a little and felt her nerves drift away. Having Harlow by her side and seeing Ingrid as rigid as they were was comforting. Now that they were face to face and meeting for the first time, it was time to take steps forward in one way or another.

“Yeah, I like that idea,” Alexandra quickly responded to Harlow’s idea of getting away from the crowd around them. The party was thriving and she knew that it wouldn’t stop if they all weren’t there. The bartender’s eyes froze on an empty space away from the festivities by scanning the area surrounding them. “I just found us a good space to talk. Far away from the loud drinks and close enough that people won’t miss us.” She smiled as her eyes locked back onto her younger sister and new half-sister. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m ready to bond.”

@harlowwilson​ & @ingriddduh​.

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They seemed nice enough, accepting enough. The feat that they wanted nothing to do with her, thankfully, was subdued. Alex, the oldest of the two sisters, apparently had a place where they could talk in private, which was appreciated. It was so strange. Usually, Ingrid was an incredibly outgoing person, someone who would go up to strangers and start conversation or go too far in jokes. However, this was different. The two women before her were family. Unlike her, they had been raised together, had history. What did she have? Ingrid’s mom hooked up with their dad? That was the only connection. 

Ingrid motioned vaguely, inviting the other two to lead the way toward the quiet that had been spotted. 

[ingriddduh]

“There is something special about it isn’t it? Its the little things that you’d never think you’d miss. But I mean at least Seattle is a decently sized city. It doesn’t compare but it is close.” Something about it stood out to her though, it was beautiful in its own way. 

“The stage? Oh do I understand that. What did you do on stage?” She asked, sitting up a little more. Excited to meet another person who experienced life on the stage. 

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“Could also be that this is just all I know,” Ingrid admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. “Why move away from that?” It also didn’t help that New York was no different: too many people and tall buildings, it was all the same to her.

Ingrid caught the other’s interest and sat up straight as well, eager to talk about her ‘second job’. With a twinkle in her eye, Ingrid explained, “I’m in a band. We’re starting up, so we really aren’t known, which sucks. But we’re still awesome.”

[ingriddduh]

        At first, happiness and relief ran through Farah’s body when the other woman similarly responded to her. Her enthusiasm was reassuring and what she had to say caught the counselor off guard. Unexpectedly shocked, all she could do was nod at the other’s words and watch her upcoming actions. Her new ally made the drunk creep fall back and helped get them to somewhere safe in the arcade bar. “Holy shit, thank you so much for all of that,” Farah spoke truthfully to her aide once they settled into their new spot. “Can I please buy you a drink? It’s the least I can do for your generous help.”

-

Ingrid stood up straight with her chin up high. Walking the creep turn away was incredibly satisfying. Way too many men thought they could just do whatever they wanted women, so being able to shut one up... it felt like a gift. 

Her eyes landed back onto the other woman, who seemed quite relieved now that the drunk patron had gone away. Ingrid was close to doing the same until the mention of a drink hit her ears. “Well, I can’t say no to that, I think that’s just illegal,” Ingrid joked with a grin from ear to ear.

[starlets]

[ingriddduh]

Gabe tilted his head at her.  “What do you mean, believe it or not?  I believe it.  I think everyone can, given the right topic or circumstances.”  He sighed.  “I just think mine is buried deep down at this point.”   He chewed on his lip a little, his mind rolling even as his mouth stayed silent.  “What’s your process like for drawing something?  If I wanted to maybe use a couple of these for a base, but create something unique?” 

- 

A sincere smile snuck onto Ingrid’s lips, which she hid behind her fingers. She shook her head and leaned forward, eyes narrowed as she scanned the man before her. “Nahh, I could tell you’re a softie... but now for the ink, that all depends on what you want, when you want it, how big or small. I’ve had some take like two weeks, just because we both had to agree on what looked good for them.”

[ingriddduh]

He continued smiling even as he squinted at her a little.  “You think?  I’ve just been waiting for someone to bust my balls over it.  In all truth, though, it wasn’t this crowded in here when I sat down.  At least half the appeal is I can’t spread out this way in my apartment.  I don’t have a desk of any kind yet.  I’m still unsure if I even want to get one.”  He nodded toward her coffee.  “Is whatever you’ve got there delicious?  My drink is black coffee and the little of it that’s left has seen better moments.  I may be due for a reorder.”

-

“Maybe that’s why I’m here,” Ingrid teased with a large grin on her face. She nearly danced her way onto the chair, cup close to her nose as she spoke. “You know they say things happen for a reason, so that could be why.” Her eyes then scanned the mess at the table. It was quite large, and one that would easy be a dining table if need be. 

“I got a caramel mocha, like a total cliché. I just wanted something sweet.” Ingrid’s eyes fell back to her drink and her brow quirked. “Wanna try?”

[xbenscott]

for: @ingriddduh​​ location: rooftop 27

“I needed this tonight.” It was nothing unusual for Rhys to come out with a statement much like that one, always with the dramatics  when it got to the end of the day. Today had been particularly bad, though, and he very much felt in need of a reprieve. Casting a glance toward Ingrid after picking up his drink, he perked a brow slightly. “Please tell me you had a better day than me.”

[ingriddduh]

As per usual, Ingrid had found herself at a bar with a drink in hand. She at least was not alone this time around as Rhys decided to be her drinking buddy. Or maybe Ingrid had constantly invited herself enough to his own trips that it was just assumed they would get together to drink every week. How else was she supposed to relax? Then again... “Looks like you’re alone on the sorry, buddy, my day was pretty good.”

[ingriddduh]

Dawson chuckled to her words and quickly found himself smirking, enjoying her teasing already. “No, I was just wondering but ask me again after a few of these and you might change my mind,” he teased back motioning to his drink with another chuckle escaping his lips. “My name is Dawson by the way.”

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Ingrid leaned forward, her hands wrapped around the cup. “Don’t tempt me, I might order you some,” she continued to tease with her finger now directed to the fellow bar-goers own drink. She really hadn’t expected to get his name, but it was polite enough, and she decided to return the favor. “Ingrid,” she greeted back. She extended her hand formally, smirk formed on her lips as she waited.

[ingriddduh]

“Just alright?” Jackie asked as she sat down on the bench next to her. “I suppose that makes sense, not everyone is a nature person. I’m quite the city girl myself. But there is just something about some fresh air from time to time.” Especially after this last year she’s found out she’s needed more of it. Even more so after there were times when she couldn’t get outside. It made her appreciate it even more. “What do you like though? Where is your favorite place to be?” Jackie asked, she always loved any chance to learn about people. 

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“Yeah, totally into the whole city smog thing,” Ingrid admitted. It wasn’t fully true, she was just used to the city, she’d always been in a city of some kind. Nature was not something that she was surrounded by constantly. Tall trees were replaced by buildings, birds by sirens and voices. She saw the beauty for she wasn’t blind, it just wasn’t for her to appreciate. 

Ingrid’s eyes fixated on the sky as she thought of the answer to the stranger’s question. She tried to think of something, but everything was vague, all but one thing. “I guess the stage.” Ingrid grimaced but soon smiled. 

[ingriddduh]

Eyes still on the artwork, Eden listened carefully. “Don’t we all?!” she chuckled. Pushing a strand of hair away from her face, she asked “How long would it usually take you to draw one of these? On your own or on order maybe.” she assumed there’d be a different timeframe, considering one was entirely up to her inspiration and the other was somewhat predetermined. “God, you must have really steady hands too…” she mumbled.

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Ingrid shrugged at the question. It really depended on the reason behind each piece or if she had a certain amount of muse. “I mean... that’s complicated.” She motioned to the piece the other woman was still eyeing. “That one’s taking me a week, I don’t know the hours because I don’t care too much,” she admitted with a tilt of her head. The second comment caused a laugh to erupt from her chest. “Yeah, why? You wanna test that out?”

[msjackieroberts]

For: Open | @seattlehqs-starters

Where: Washington Park Arboretum 

Jackie loved it whenever it started to warm up outside, the sun shining a little brighter, the flowers starting to bloom and more people out and about. It gave her a little more pep in her step, it even gave her more motivation to get out an walk around. She was finally getting a chance to really enjoy Seattle and all the sights so what better than a walk around the park? After awhile though she needed a break, she headed towards a bench that was already occupied by one person. “Is it okay if I take a seat?” She asked with a friendly smile, “It really is beautiful out here isn’t it?”

[ingriddduh]

Was it awful that Ingrid was not all gaga over nature? The pollen, dirt, bird poop; none of the grime or ‘fresh air’ really appealed to her. She still tried to see why everyone thought that trees and flowers were such marvels, or how they calmed people down. Considering how her life had been going, you know with learning that you have a handful of halfsiblings just waltzing around everywhere... well, a bit of relaxation just had to be in order. Unfortunately, nature walks just weren’t the answer for her, despite what the friendly neighbor stated. Ingrid eyed the young woman and pursed her lips. “I mean... I guess it’s alright.”

[farah-kaplan]

Location: Click Bait.

Interacting with: Anyone. (0/5)

@seattlehqs-starters​

        It was Friday night and Farah wanted to be at home with nothing to do. She had a relaxing evening last week, so she decided to change things up this week. After changing into a cute outfit, the counselor walked her cute heels toward Click Bait. Arriving at the destination, she was placed at the bar and awaited the bartender’s attention. Unfortunately, she started to get unwanted attention from a creep beside her. They didn’t back down once she told them no, so she began to find some help.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” Farah exclaimed happily to the person who stood out to her the most. Before they had time to react, the counselor mouthed help and did her best to motion toward the creep who was staring her down. “How’ve you been?”

[ingriddduh]

Ingrid enjoyed going to the different bars around the city. There were so many to visit, each with their own, interesting quirk. The one she ventured to that night? Click Bait, a bar that had classic arcade cabinets lined up around every free surface, and flashy LED lights all over. It was heaven, honestly. Drinks and video games? She really did think that was what paradise looked like. In fact, she was quite ready to run off to play a round of Tekken 3 when she noticed someone talking to her. She didn’t even have a time to respond before she realized what was going on. 

There was absolutely no hesitation. “Girl! Hey!” Ingrid reached over and grabbed the stranger’s hand, pulling her closer to her and away from the, now annoyed, creeper. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry about your baby daddy drama with Derick, he’s a jerk and such trash. Honestly, if I see him again, it’s going down!” She made sure to turn and face the creeper as she spoke, quirking her brow at him. “Um, can we have some privacy, please? This is important.” She swiveled back to the stranger with a concerned expression. “C’mon, let’s go and you can update me on all the details.” Baby daddy issues, and an annoying gossip, two things every gross bar goer hated.

[ingriddduh]

        A good mix of emotions ran throughout Alexandra’s system ever since she met Ingrid and learned about their shared familial connection. The truth was hard to believe when Harlow confessed about the email chain, but it all made sense once they knew their father was a pathetic screwup. Approaching Pike Place, the bartender was more than ready to learn all about Ingrid, even if the fact that she was going to be spending time with her half-sister still needed time to sink in.

“Hi, Ingrid,” Alexandra greeted Ingrid with a wide smile spread across her features. Even though she barely knew who her father was, she now stood before another who resembled him in one way. They were family and the eldest Wilson child couldn’t have been happier to spend time with the other woman. “Sorry if I kept you waiting. Have you been here long?”

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Ingrid scuffed her boot against the sidewalk as she waited for Alex to arrive; She just watched as the black front of her rubber sole faded from the repeated abuse. Her fingers then fidgeted with the pleather strap that dangled freely from the left breast pocket of her jacket. There was still the worry that she wouldn’t be liked by the eldest sister, for some sort of reason. Ingrid didn’t know much about their father, and even though it seemed as though the two Wilsons were not close to the man at all, it was new territory, and people were quite protective with those familiar ties. Even if they did suck. 

At the familiar voice, Ingrid tilted her head up, a tense smile on her face right away. “Hey, sup. I wasn’t waiting too long.” Ingrid swung her arms before standing up straight, fixing her posture. “So um... what do you wanna do? Just walk around or like... something else?

[ingriddduh]

Harlow looked as her sister called her name from across the room. Knowing that she was to meet ingrid and wanted some form of backup just incase. They had always grown up very close. Harlow told her sister almost everything, but Ingrid she knew barely anything about. She honestly wasn’t surprised that she had a sibling from her father. The man was never around, he wasn’t involved in their lives and what he did.

The name catching her forgetting about her sister for a moment her head snapped to Ingrid. “ Ingrid? “ What were the happen chance that they would run into each other before the time they had planned. Honestly probably high since they were stuck on a boat. “ No, no don’t leave. “ Harlow said as she grabbed her hand so she couldn’t get away. Yes Harlow was also nervous about meeting up, but she was also family. “ I’m Harlow, and this is my sister Alex who I told you about in the emails. “ She stated rather bluntly because as their father was really irrelevant in their life, she didn’t want Ingrid to feel that way.  @ingriddduh @alexandrawilscn​

        Ingrid. The name Harlow spilled from her lips and shocked Alexandra to her core. She interrupted a first meeting between the two and now she was face-to-face with her half-sister. Watching her little sister grab the other woman’s hand tugged at multiple heartstrings, and just like the other Wilson offspring, she didn’t want her to leave just yet. Still shocked to her heart’s content, the bartender relaxed her features and a small grin spread across her lips.

“Hi, Ingrid,” Alexandra greeted Ingrid before reaching her hand out in her direction. “It’s nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard a lot about you. All good things, of course.” A light chuckle escaped her lips as her eyes flashed between Harlow and their newest family member. “Again, I’m sorry for intruding. I thought I was interrupting a regular conversation, not a first-time family meeting.”

@harlowwilson​ & @ingriddduh​.

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Oh, so there really was no time to let it all sink in. Ingrid just had to suck it up. She hated the feeling in the pit of her stomach; the feeling of panic and utter fear. There was a mix of excitement deep down, yes, but it was all twisted. 

Ingrid sucked in her lower lip before she reached over and took Alex’s hand. “Hey...” She greeted quietly. “You don’t have to apologize, I mean might as well just getting this all out of the way, right?” Yikes, that probably didn’t come out well. Her eyes squeezed shut and honestly, she would have hit herself at that very moment-- a swift punch to the face. “Um... so... What now?” Yeah, that wasn’t any better.

[ingriddduh]

Eden grinned accepting the offer to sit next to the other woman. Listening carefully, she nodded her head as the woman spoke. If there was one good trait Eden had picked up from her job, it was listening and not interrupting. When you ask questions you stay quiet long enough to hear the answer, her mom told her as a kid. “They’re really pretty.” She said simply accepting the sketchbook and turned a few pages, taking the time to study each of them. Some where minimalistic, like Eden liked, and some where more elaborate pieces that were borderline art-exhibit good. “Wow..these are all amazing.” She smiled turning her attention back to the artist in question. “Tell me more..about this one…” she asked, handing the sketchbook back and pointed at an elaborate design that was probably something still in the works.

Ingrid grinned broadly at the compliment. She was in no way modest when it came to her talents seeing how much effort and money was put into her talents and her job. Ingrid’s eyes drifted back to the sketchbook and onto the flash in question: a woman’s portrait, hair in curls and braids. Jewels hung around her neck and in droplets on her earrings. The crown on her head was interrupted by the movement lines of what would be a wolf surrounded by moon phases while the woman was in front of faint lines that would soon be some sort of stain glass imagery. It was almost completed, which excited Ingrid. “I liked the idea of having the face of a pretty lady and it being right next to some angry animal. Makes it seem like she’s got a lot more going on than what she lets on.”