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@lucasaperry
I was never a big fan of Suicide Silence, but he was a really good looking guy.
It took me a while to get into them myself, so it's completely understandable I met him once or twice and got to chill and he was real sweet. I think it's safe to say that I still kind of miss him.
I’m glad that I’m not the only one who’s been trying, then.
No way. I'd kill to get in touch with Mitch Lucker. He was the man.
Trust me to be one of the last artists in the state to realise that it's Friday the 13th this week. Anyone up for designing some shit with me? I can just tell that so many people will want to get a tattoo and I'll have nothing for them.
You like my new tattoo?
What the fuck did you do? How much did you pay for that? Jesus Christ Jasper, you're an idiot.
Can you use a Ouija board to sext dead rockstar’s?
I've had no luck so far, but let me know if you get through to someone.
"Can’t say I’ve ever been on the tattooing end of things but I really admire the trade." Aleks glances down at his arms then, a smile briefly flashing across his features. "Humor me, though. Just how much are three flash sheets? I can’t even visualize what one might look like."
"You know those pieces of paper with all of the pre-drawn designs on them that are usually all over studio walls? Well, on average, my flash sheets have around five or six tattoo designs. Unfortunately for me, I also make sure they're super detailed. What's that, 15-18 tattoos in a week? It's a big number as it is, even without the details." Luke shrugs. "I guess I'm to blame."
Regret.
Because of his bad temper, Lucas has done many things that he has come to regret. Several relationships ended because of his violence and he once even punched a stranger because they poked fun at him.
The thing that he regrets the most is pushing himself too hard. He never got the chance to relax and make friends, which is what he blames for his anger issues. Not only did it prevent him from being 'civilised', it also restrained him from talking to new people for a large portion of his adult life.
Even though Luke wishes he hasn't done some of the things he has done, he refuses to admit to truly regretting them.
NY Ink
Originating from New York himself, Lucas always looked up to the guys and girls at Wooster Social Club. He had several of his tattoos done there and they're amongst his favourites.
Of course, Luke has been very jealous of them for a long time, and sometimes even admits that he doesn't think they deserve a TV show, despite his positive views of them. He's one to think that you should always support local businesses rather than heading straight to those with a huge name. Unfortunately for him, working at a studio so close to Wooster Social Club meant that he was a victim of those kinds of people.
Anger.
Date: 24th November 2012
Location: New York
Word count: 317
on top of the world
'And then you were mad,' Jasper practically whispered, his voice hesitant and quiet. He shifted back consciously, back towards the bar where his desk met the wall, and he realized with a growing uncertainty, a growing fear, that he was trapped. There was no way out except over it- and Jasper was not going to aggravate Lucas any more- or by the looming, taller-than-Jasper, stronger-than-Jasper tattoo artist. He looked down again, avoiding eye contact and shrinking away as far as he possibly could, desperate for some chance to not be behind the desk, not to be in the shop.
Lucas closed the blinds first. Jasper had padded out of the corner as he left, and now stood meekly at the ‘entrance’ to his curve-around desk. Unwilling as he was to be trapped, he was no more comfortable in the open, where he had no walls to back up against, no corners, no familiarity. Then he heard the smooth click of the parlour door lock, the one he was used to hearing when he locked up or opened shop after Lucas was gone, or before he arrived. His posture locked, and his shallow breathing became slightly deeper- still scared, just more resigned. He’d been here a thousand times. No matter how much he’d thought it was over, he’d been here a thousand times. That was what he told himself as he focused on breathing, relaxing his muscles. It hurt more if you were tense.
Actually, Jasper was surprised he wasn’t flashing back. He was rocked off, and he knew it wasn’t going to be good- he had half-decent instincts- but he was still there, he wasn’t in the past. He’d been reaching out to touch his desk lightly every time he’d come close, finding a comfort, a grounding in the object. It worked, for now.
He flinched at every word. Visibly, not just a mental jolt- his knuckles tightened he blinked, and at the harsher syllables, his foot twitched to take a step back. Now, he was trying to mask the fear, but it still radiated off of him like he was some sort of lightbulb, if fear could be light. He thought it was dark, a dark feeling. ‘I- I don’t,’ he whispered, mostly to the ground. ‘I do.. I do work. I order things an’, an’ I do what’cha ask. Y-You can’t. Please- please, c-calm down, I’ll pack my stuff an’ leave, jus’ please…’
He trailed off, his words mumbled and stammered in fear. Lucas was terrifying him, he was terrifying, they had been friends, and oh, god, what had Jasper done wrong? He backed away slowly back into his corner, shaking his head in some sort of gesture. He wished his chair was there, so he could curl up in the blanket that was there, and then he could pretend it wasn’t happening. It wasn’t happening. It was.
The fact that Jasper didn't fight back triggered a strong feeling of power in Luke. It felt like he had an electrical current flowing through his veins that was aching to escape. Every step that Jasper made was copied, like a reflection. Eventually, Luke was hovering over his employee again. Something made him feel like there was a huge height difference - like he was a giant and Jasper was just a puny ant in comparison. It wasn't too off. He bet that he could crush the receptionist with the lightest of steps.
"I don't see why I let you stay here." He hissed, his fists balling again. "I don't see why I haven't snapped your spine and fed you to the dogs out back. Don't you think that's fair after everything you put me through?" Lucas leaned over until his face was mere inches away from the boy. His actions were painfully slow. The only thing that he wanted at this moment in time was to beat the ever-living daylights out of Jas, but the sadistic side to him was enjoying the build-up far too much to rush into it. "I'm no longer surprised that your parents hated you. You're just a whining rat. Do you know where rats belong, hm? They belong in dumpsters. It's quite funny because that's where dead bodies also belong..."
Luke never raised his voice. In fact, everything he did was done with full control. Not only was he acting like things were as perfect as they could be, the smile on his face kept growing and growing.
"You don't want to be a dead body, do you? Then don't tell me to fucking calm down."
With a short, sharp strike, Luke sucker punched Jasper in the gut to make him double over, before clutching onto his hair and holding him down. The artist drove his knee up into the boy's nose until he felt blood seeping through his denim jeans. Only then did he momentarily stop to throw Jasper onto the floor and observe. "It's such a shame that there's no one to help you out."
"That sounds like lots of work. Frankie took me with her when she got a tattoo and it took ages. I can only imagine what it’s like for the people doing the tattoo. Your hand must be about to fall off."
"It isn't so bad. You get used to it. I guess that you just have to remember that you're not in as much pain as the person that you're tattooing, and that it's just a downside that comes with doing well in the industry."
Jasper smiled a little more confidently, evidently reassured by Lucas’ sigh. It meant he was sort of in the okay, even if he’d messed things up. He’d try not to do that again, he’d try his best- but really, it wasn’t guaranteed. Jas was… changeable, to say the least. He lived in moments rather than in respect of the future, and nearly refused to even try and think ahead (the most he’d consider was a rainy day).
He froze again, however, at the sudden change in atmosphere. That had been what he was coming to tell Lucas, he remembered, that they’d called, he’d looked through Lucas’ schedule and arranged it for the Saturday coming in two weeks- so far, a free day. ‘Uh… yeah?’ he mumbled, shifting back as Lucas moved forwards. He looked down, avoiding eye contact, and scratched the back of his head nervously. ‘It’s, um.. Two weeks, Saturday. A free day, but they’re, uh, waiting for double confirmation from you? I said I’d, uh, check and ring back. I think they’re sort of expecting a yes, though.’
He’d babbled nervously, occasionally glancing up at Lucas to check his reaction, and then away, as though scared of the reaction. He flinched, biting back a yelp and jumping farther away from the combined noise and action with the anger on Lucas’ expression. Frankly, Jasper was terrified, verging on flashback-level; he was breathing quickly, shallowly, as though in shock, and his heart skipped in hurried beats.
'I'm sorry- I meant to tell you, but you were sort of busy, and then I-'
"And then what?" Lucas snarled. His shoulders were squared and his arms were tensed. He moved around the desk to get closer to Jasper until he could stare down into his face. "What did you do that was so important that you couldn't spare thirty fucking seconds just to check with me that it was okay? For some odd reason, I don't believe that there's anything that could possibly prevent you from simply passing on a message."
A thought at the back of the artist's mind reminded him that anyone could walk in and experience his personality. After all, that was what got him fired from his job in his hometown. After maintaining eye contact for a few more seconds, he returned to his original spot to lock the parlour door and close the blinds.
It was a while before Luke faced his peer again. He was trying his best to control his anger, but Jasper didn't help. He could hear the short breaths and practically smell the fear that came from his employee, which only made him wonder why the boy never did what he was required to do. It took him everything he had not to make references about his parents in the heat of the argument.
"I honestly thought that you were a changed person. I honestly thought that you no longer spent all of your time here dicking around and expecting me to pay you. That doesn't work in the real world, boy. If you want easy money, go home and cry to your momma. I'm sure that she'd be elated to see you." He practically spat, his morals leaving him and no long thinking through what he was going to say.
"I don't think any of you understand how good it feels to finally get a break after a fully-booked week. I swear I've tattooed at least three entire flash sheets."
'I asked, I asked if I could do it- I didn't mean to mess it all up so bad! I'm not destroyin' nothing, your career is still doing bloody great, there are still customers, you still have that one interview with that tattoo magazine coming up. I'm jus' recording things funny, man. You can't send me back home either way, 'cause I won't go. Okay, yessir. Best behaviour.'
Lucas finally let out a sigh of relief after thinking everything through. Jasper really was trying as hard as he could, and after all he did struggle with his writing. Although, something was still off. Luke couldn't recall any upcoming interview with anyone, and he certainly wasn't asked. Yet again, his face started to twist.
"Interview? Who said anything about an interview?" he said with a growl from the back of his throat. Inch by inch, he moved closer to the shorter boy before him. "Are you really trying to say that not only did someone call in about an interview that you booked without asking for my consent, but you didn't even give me a heads up? Do you read these magazines? They could absolutely destroy me if I messed this up! You idiot!"
With a single stroke, the artist sent papers flying before he slammed his balled fists onto the granite desk.
'Did not! That was once, and the guys name was freakin’ unspellable. It’s understandable. Jeez, man, relax. It’s not the end of the world that I recorded things funny, I’ll just write ‘em from now, yeah? If you expected a good job you could’a specified. I figured I was a-okk to do a quick scribble, seeing as you’re, like, the uber artist. I think it’s ‘cause I do actually work. I got all your inks, I got the cleanin’ arranged, bring coffee, all the other stuff.’
"Why do you do this? Why do you feel the need to fuck everything up for me? I looked after you when things got tough for you and all you do is destroy my career. Should I fire you? Should I send you back home? No, because that's cruel. I don't care if you do most things right if you still do something wrong. You're on your last warning."
