anatomy of a ghost;;

Christa "Chris" Ueno | Tattoo Artist @ Inkredible && -- Disarm the smoke alarm; no one is gonna ruin all our fun; all that we want is this temporary release and distraction

[kobybraune-blog]

“oh, chris!” the recognition hits them clear as day, before they’re bubbling into soft laughter for her teasing. “extremely busy,” they admit, stretching their back out much the same as the way their kitten does ( who’s likely currently tucked up on one of the shops sofas ), letting out a soft sound when it clicks back into place. “wonderful, though. so many colourful tattoos.”

[jfchrista-blog]

being in the shop didn't even feel like work, it felt like home, surrounded by so many creative souls such as koby was. it insipired her whenever she walked in, and the fact that she had co-workers and even a boss who made her feel so at home was an indescribable feeling. "oh, i can imagine!" she said in reference to it being busy, imagining the whirlwind of people in and out. even then there were a good amount of people in, some getting piercings, some getting ink. "coloring is my favorite part!" she chirps, sitting down in one of the sofas.

[pearlscam]

“if you’d said some shit about pumpkin spice anything, i swear to fuck i’d have been out of here,” pearl comments, and it’s true. she doesn’t care enough to stand around and listen to that, especially not in september when she still has a few blissful weeks until it takes over. “special effects makeup, though… are you any good at that shit, or?” she’s intrigued by the sound of it, which is really saying a lot coming from pearl. she’s terrible at art, but makeup is something she enjoys and something she considers herself to have quite a knack for ( though she’d praise herself for just about anything she does ). “i’m not looking forward to the bullshit weather with the sky choosing to taking a piss on us if and when it pleases.” 

[jfchrista-blog]

"damn, to think i was about to ask if you knew if starbucks were starting to sell their pumpkin spice lattes." christa laughed, the opportunity to poke fun was there, and of course she had to take it. people like pearl interested her, made her ponder how different she was from some people in the sense that she saw the world as something magical, and others hated everything in existence other than their desired niches. "i'm decent," she shrugged, not wanting to toot her own horn. she was quite the humble person, even in her art she was never one to brag though obviously she'd give herself credit where it was due. "well yeah the weather isn't gonna be the best, but the atmosphere makes it worth it in my opinion. i mean, could you imagine a fall day where the sun was beaming?"

[isaacshh-deactivated20161116]

isaac isn’t sure why he’s so happy all of a sudden, perhaps because his company is, he doesn’t remember how they got onto the topic of autumn and the seasons changing, but christa seems to be rolling with it. he can roll too.  though, it does seem to be the ‘in’ thing now (he sounds like his mother) to favour autumn and the colder months over summer, for example. isaac likes them all, to be honest, he sees the perks to all four seasons. ‘ autumn colours are pretty, ’ he contributes, ‘ i like pressing leaves and using them as stamps when the weather turns. ’ that’s not as cool or as interesting as sfx makeup, isaac goes back to that. 

‘ what - what kind of make up can you do? like, characters or what? ’

[jfchrista-blog]

she nodded enthusiastically, "i've never tried leaf pressing, is it fun?" she asked, genuinely curious. christa was the type of person to have a million hobbies at once, bouncing from something sporty like tennis to something as seemingly mundane as knitting. she was a woman of many talents, at least that's what she liked to think of herself as. "so far it's just been random wounds, but i'd love to work up to characters. but that takes a lot of money which i don't have," she joked, shaking her head, "kidding, but yeah, characters are definitely gonna have to wait awhile. i can do a mean zombie though."

[jfchrista-blog]

I WAS SO SCARED I LOST HER ACCOUNT FOR A SEC BC I USE TEN MINUTE MAIL EMAILS AND THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME FBNDKLSBKDS JEEEESUS

i can breathe again omf hey hi so i'm gonna spam the dash w replies and whatnot and yeah :)))

[fclsetto-deactivated20210413]

“Apparently Harley Quinn’s going to be the popular costume. Of course, I want to stand out. So Harley Quinn is definitely off my list. You sound like you’re obsessed with this makeup stuff. Are you a makeup guru yourself?”

[jfchrista-blog]

"Everybody's got Harley and Joker fever thanks to Suicide Squad, but who could blame 'em? Margot was an amazing Harley," she gushed, her superhero knowledge more than one would expect, thanks to allnighters spent with her brother and his friends. "Oh, no, not at all! Just more a hobby."

[hadlcy]

jfchrista.

“You do SFX make-up?” Hadley asks, focusing in on that considering he’s never actually heard of this particular interest before. He’s sat cross-legged on the floor, and his hands are in his lap, fingers drumming absently on his thigh. “I mean, I think that’s sick. You know, like, I’m not very good at make-up, but I kind of want to learn? Especially since you can do so many things with it. On the topic of autumn, I am so ready for sweater weather. I thrive in sweater weather.” Hadley thrives in every sort of weather, but that’s not the point! He loves his fuzzy knit jumpers so very much.

[jfchrista-blog]

"I wouldn't say I'm YouTube tutorial material, but I dabble," she said, popping an invisible collar before laughing. "I could teach you the basics! It's really not as hard as it seems, just takes a little bit of patience." Patience, creativity, and the willpower not to drench everything in fake blood. A lesson Chris learned the hard way when everything she'd sculpted was covered in blood, leaving her with a goopy mess to clean up. "Oh my - tell me about it! Sweaters and boots and flannels!" Don't get her started on flannels.

[hanjoeul-deactivated20170318]

Halloween. A day she is waiting along the line of Christmas. But despite being excited about it, she’s not one of those who will bring it up all of a sudden. She still needs to wait for an entire month and waiting is something she’s never good at.  Maybe Haneul is a little bit impatient when it comes to some things. ❛Aren’t you an early bird? You need to wait for a whole month until you can reveal your huge plans. How are you going to handle it?❜ She inquires, curiously raising her brows to show her interest even more. She wants to know her secret. She wants to know how she can talk about things without running off and try her makeup already.

[jfchrista-blog]

Waiting wasn't a big deal for her, thinking of it as a way to let ideas stir in her head. Perhaps she'd gotten that from her mother, her innate talent to sit patiently for the things that she wanted, not wanting to rush the process. "In the time that I wait I could be practicing some of the ideas to see if they work," the whole ordeal was a means of trial and error, mainly to minimize the amount of time spent scrambling trying to get this thing and that. "Are you a big Halloween fan?"

[fclsetto-deactivated20210413]

“October fever already?” Elise smiled slowly, watching Christa as she walked up to her. “We’ve been started September. I mean, most exciting part of Halloween for me is the sexy costumes I get to pick out. You probably have an idea of who you’d like to go as?”

[jfchrista-blog]

She shrugged, smile plastered on her face, "Hey, it's not entirely my fault, blame the makeup artists already starting their Halloween series." She giggled, nodding enthusiastically, "Ooh, girl, look at you," she teased, shaking her head in response to her question. As excited as Chris was for the coming months she had no idea what her plans consisted of, all she knew was that she wanted to create some gnarly looking monsters. "I'll come up with something though. I love it -- how some people go sexy and some go scary."

[jfchrista-blog]

"Okay, I'm gonna be super stereotypical for a second, but holy shit, am I excited for fall? Mainly because of Halloween, I have so many kick-ass ideas for sfx makeup, it's gonna be dope." Chris talks a mile a minute about things that she's interested in, so much so that she's positive anybody who talks to her can hardly keep up. But she can't help it! There's something magical about the way the air turns colder, how crop tops and swimsuits turn into cardigans and combat boots. Her interest in special effects makeup was new, the after affect of watching one too many YouTube tutorials.

[theavengers]

[fameborn]

something about the other’s easiness filled dorothy with warmth; she lacked an idea as to why she was expecting hostility, but the idea still sat in her skull. she sits in the offered spot, brushing imaginary flecks of dirt from her skirt. “okay, that’s nice. you never know with people, so it’s nice to make sure.” dorothy’s eyes drift to where christa motions, and for once, what would be agony can be considered peace. “so you just draw what you see? sounds cool. i’ve never had the patience to hone my art abilities… but you seem really dedicated!”

[jfchrista-blog]

she nodded, completely understanding where she was coming from. she'd run into quite a few people who missed the lesson on how to treat people who were just trying to socialize and make connections. chris hated the fact that some people could be so cruel which is why she tried her best to be as cordial and approachable as possible. "yeah, pretty much, but sometimes if an idea comes to me then i'll sketch somethin' out too. it varies," she shrugs. "aw, thank you! but i think everybody can draw if they put their mind to it. everybody has a specific style, even if all you can draw is a stick figure," she joked, smiling.

[morganbright]

a fond smile decides to plant itself across her features, knowing the feeling too well; it’s nice to hear that she’s not the only one who grabs a sketchbook whenever she has the muse to - who cares if she’s half asleep,  half-way through eating dinner, or in a  sinking submarine ( although one of these  is still yet to be tested… ) “true,” she says simply, finally planting herself on the bench, but in a rather hesitant manner, perching herself on the end. chris manages to pull a chuckle from morgan, and she wonders if it’s common knowledge that morgan spends approximately 23 hours a day working.  “found a spare ten minutes,” she teases. “most people this week want stuff like that, anyway,” she adds, pointing at christa’s newly drawn pride flag. “colour everywhere,” and, despite the lack of colour in her  wardrobe, she actually doesn’t hate it; her style looks best in colour, anyway. 

[jfchrista-blog]

chris laughed, "ooh, you'd better get back then! it's a ten minute walk to the shop," she teased back, it was less actually, grateful that she didn't have to worry about being late when her shift arose. being on time was never a huge concern when it came to most things, but work was an entirely different ballgame. though, in a way she was always working -- sketching, painting, conjuring up ideas, she was a workaholic in that sense. "doesn't surprise me," she said, content evident in her tone. the atmosphere was intoxicating, it was hard not to be in a good mood. "i think the only complaint i have is that it's so damn hot." she shook her head, "think i might have to go for a swim after this." she paused, wondering if she could coax the woman before her into joining. "any plans for the day? other than working?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

[dashiellridley-blog]

It was late afternoon and Dash was giving himself some fresh air by laying sprawled out on a park bench with a black baseball cap pulled down low and pair of reflective aviators. All of which were an obvious that he was suffering from a serious hangover thanks to the previous night’s festivities. He couldn’t remember much of what happened aside from lots of colors, loud music and some dude dressed up in a Left Shark costume. When he woke up that morning there was no one in bed next to him, and thankfully, no sign that someone else had been there. The last thing that Dashiell needed was to have to deal with the aftermath of a drunk hookup.

Dash took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes for a few minutes, thankful that it was currently quiet in the vicinity. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat to get his attention. Are you fucking serious? He let out a small groan of frustration before reluctantly sitting up and taking his sunglasses off. “What? What is it?” Dash insisted, yawning softly and rubbing his eyes.

[jfchrista-blog]

Part of her felt as though she could easily find somewhere else to sit, but her feet were killing her. Walking around the festivities in a pair of sandals that were one size too big definitely wasn't the smartest of ideas, but she thought she'd be able to get away with it. Lesson learned, she thought. The man before her wasn't in the best shape, but was it really a good idea to sprawl out in public like he was? Or at least, out in the open where the sun was beating down on him? Surely he could've gone into a library, hell, even a coffee shop, maybe. "Sorry, my feet just really hurt, and this is the only bench I've come across." She rumbled in her bag for a moment, wondering if there was something she could offer him, "I, uh.. I have a bottle of water if you want it?" Uncertainty coated the words as her eyes read nothing short of sympathy. She'd had her fair share of horrible hangovers.

[baileycooper-blog1]

as convincing as he was, sometimes bailey could also be gullible. “ okay, i got this, ” he rounded the bench, perched his bare foot on it while keeping the other on the ground, and leaned his elbow on his higher knee. with a small breath, as if readying himself for some big role, he clenched that hand into a fist and rested his chin on it, plastic grin facing the stranger. “ this is my very best, i promise. go on, do your magic. ” it might have been much easier for just about anyone to take him seriously if he hadn’t been literally speaking through his grin, trying hard not to move a muscle ( including his lips, which made him look quite silly ).

[jfchrista-blog]

christa bursted into laughter, appreciating the man's commitment to the cause. "perfect, okay, just stay just like that." turning the back from her previous drawing she sketched out to the best of her ability the man in front of her, deciding the humor him. if he was willing to pose, why not draw him, after all that was one hell of an icebreaker. "so do you just go around looking for random artists to draw you?" she teased, sketching out his hair.

[hadlcy]

Hadley plops down beside her somewhat unceremoniously, yellow swim trunks and all, and he settles in like he belongs there. The sketchpad in her lap has attention immediately, and he’s feeling bold today, feeling energized. It’s too bad he’s lost his giant rainbow beach ball. And his sunglasses, for that matter. Boo. “Whatcha drawing?” He asks, popping the bubble gum he’s chewing, and focusing hazel eyes on the person next to him with avid interest. He’s curious, and bright, and he’s got a smile that lights up his entire countenance to go along with it. How can she possibly resist?

[jfchrista-blog]

She can practically feel the energy off of him, and she adores it. Chris immediately connected with people who saw the world as something that didn't have to be serious all the time, that there was still happiness to be had. Especially in a place like Pride where everyone seemed to radiate positivity. "Everything," she answered broadly with a grin, taking in his appearance, "Looks like you're havin' a good time." She giggled, "Those swim trunks are a good look."

[jfchrista-blog]

what is your most treasured possession?

“My sketchbook, definitely. All of my dreams, secrets, desires – everything is in there in the form of a drawing or random scribbles. I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

[jfchrista-blog]

To what degree do you believe in fate? Do you think you're destined for anything, if so what?

“I wholeheartedly believe in fate. I think that things that are meant to be, will be. I think I was destined to be here because I’m the happiest I’ve been in a really long time. Living with my parents, it was just constant stress, and fighting, and even though I’ve been here three years I still wonder how my life would have been if I’d stayed. But something drew me here, and if that’s not fate then I don’t know what is.”