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laurelgavaris:

set: tuesday night, january 5th location: the taste of ink availability: closed | @mreliasjohnson

Laurel waited until all the festivities were finished in order to search for someone that could ease her mind from all the worries that she had been carved inside her mind ever since Yule. The head priestess was already the kind of person that would worry, mostly about her coven and others, but there was a part of herself, no matter how small, that also worried about her own self. It had been awhile ever since she had visited Elias, and, eventually, aside from Sienna, he was the other person she trusted and was close to in the Laveau Coven.

She waited until it was dark, hoping that he didn’t have any other clients before she moved inside the studio, asking for Elias and waiting until her green eyes would be able to notice his figure in front of her. “Hey… I hope I’m not disturbing you, I was hoping if you and I could talk? But only if you don’t have any more clients for tonight. We can grab a drink or whatever would be easier for you.” After all, she knew she was searching for him during week days.

Things generally picked up around the holidays. The new years especially. It always amused him the amount of people decided they were going to make their new years resolution to get a new tattoo. He always thought it was an odd choice but he’d never turn away the business. Thankfully the rush had gone by and he was relaxing in the back doing a few commissions. His head lifted as someone called his name and he offered Laurel a smile. It was nice to see a familiar face. “No not at all, just working on a few commissions, nothing I can’t pick up later. If you’ll give me a second I’ll wrap things up here and we can head out.” Setting his pencil down he slid a few sketches into his pad, his pad going into his bag. “Everything alright?”

#c:laurel

babyfacebaylor:

The only thing occupying Bernie’s mind at the moment was whether or not she could justify a fourth box of little debbie’s, clear by the ones she held in her hands over the cart tediously. Eyes narrowed down at the supplies - it looked a little like someone let a kindergartener go food shopping, but she had a weakness for junk - before shrugging one shoulder and dropping the next box in. It had just thumped into the pile when someone’s voice drew her from her thoughts, dark hues lifting to meet the source only to arch a brow. “Bold of you to assume I don’t typically eat this much every week.” She kept a straight face for a long moment as if challenging him, before quirking a little smirk right at the last second and shrugging once more. “I’ve kind of just gotten accustomed to people overreacting; about weather, about life. Much easier if you just expect the theatrics.”

Elias chuckles and shakes his head pointing to the lady rolling around a cart full of canned goods. “I meant Ms. Doomsday prepper over there. I would never judge you indulging in baked goods. If I could find a decent place here that makes beignets i’d be eating my weight in them right now.” Turning his head back to her he smirked and shrugged. “I guess that’s fair. Granted I’m more asking because i don’t know what expect. Should I be worried or should I just stock up on some art supplies for a few days in”

#c:bernie

zaidakhadir:

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Zaida would not normally assume random thoughts said out loud and nearby were meant for her.

But she turned at just the right moment, to see a collision of an overflowing cart and quiet judgment. So she had to respond, with a small shake of her head and smile. “This will be a very naive thing to say: I can’t wait for the storm.”

She couldn’t. Most of the places she had been in winter received a light dusting. The spots where heavy snowfall could have occurred– well, the plan at the time wasn’t based on the weather.

“I would think the real problem would be when the snow melts.” Zaida placed a small jar into the basket held by an arm. A glance caught the person talking about… hurricanes? Did they have those in Astoria too? “Is this typical? Am I a fool for not stocking up?”

His head lifted hearing her response and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow to her. “You can’t wait for the storm? Is this in favor of snowmen and sledding? Cuz that’s what I’m looking forward to. Didn’t really get the chance to last year.” He shrugs faintly unable to give her a good answer. “To be honest I have no idea. I’ve never actually dealt with a snow storm. I mean I’m sure making sure you have water and like candles in case the power is knocked out but I doubt anyone needs to go as crazy as that lady”

#c:zaida

selinbcris:

Being born and raised in the west coast of the United States, Selin was not a fan of the cold. However, when you travel as part of your profession to different cities and countries where the weather hits below an unfavourable temperature, you have no other choice but to adapt. This was the case with the athlete right now as she roamed the supermarket with an unamused expression plastered on her face. A snow storm, plus some sort of full moon that was going to be fucking her up and yet here she was trying to stock up on essentials just so that she wouldn’t have to do so when the aftermath of her transition occurs. Talk about thinking ahead, yet that’s what bothered her the most—having to prepare for something that she has no knowledge, nor enough experience of. It’s only trial and error from here. Pulling up to an aisle, she was slightly irritated with the outcome of the woman who hogged practically the whole stock of merchandise and refrained from cussing her out, seeing as she had a reputation to uphold. Luckily her attention diverted to the individual next to her, “You probably just jinxed it.” Selin replied as she pulled her cart towards her and leaned on it. “I don’t know though, you tell me. Is this normally the response of the citizens here when it comes to such…natural…disaster-ish?”

Elias ran a hand over his hair his attention turning back to the shelf to skim over the selection of pastas. He wasn’t quite convinced he’d need to resort to stocking up on canned chillis but it’d been a while since he’d made shrimp scampi and with the good deal he got at the deli the extra shrimp could do great in a gumbo. Just a little taste of home he was missing this time of year. His head tilted as he heard a voice realizing someone had caught his question. “I’m not even sure if this counts as a natural disaster. I figure these storms probably happen every year. Granted it barely flurried last year so what do I know”

#c:selin

sahid-chettair:

Sahid was getting some more food to stop their fridge with, not that they often ate… at all. But they always could do with some more pasta and rice and some vegetables. The Supermarket had some new vegan microwave options as well, so they were eager to try those out. They saw someone speak, but there was nobody else around, so they looked back at him to catch the last few words, or trying to at least. They blinked. They could just walk on and pretend nobody had spoken to them, but Sahid was far too afraid of being rude. “I think people are afraid transport shuts down…” they said. “Because of the snow…” They scratched their chin.

Elias turned hearing a voice and he couldn’t help but smile at their response. It was actually a decent response. He shifted toward him a bit after setting some pasta into the cart. “You know that’s a pretty good reason. I didn’t think of that. If my aunt didn’t have her jeep and the public transport went down I’d probably be screwed.” Shifting his head over to him. “Are you stocking up for the storm?”

#c:sahid

frankiegreer:

The grocery store had to be a stop on her way home from her shift at the brewery. She would need to replenish the refrigerator after being with family over the holidays. Plus being cooped up in the house for the next few days meant lots of time to cook. Maybe make her neighbors something if she got too carried away. “Snow can be wicked, you may want to eat them words, Elias.” She smirked at her New Orleans friend and grabbed some more pasta sauce off the shelf. “I’ve seen it so heavy it took out trees and it gets so slippery and whites out so you can’t drive anywhere. Nasty stuff.” Frankie moved down to grab some olives and pickles, turning back to talk with them still in her hands. “It’s best to just wait it out hon.”

Elias can’t help but smirk hearing Frankie’s response. She was probably right. He had a feeling she was right. New Orleans wasn’t prone to regular bad weather. Hurricane season was as bad as it got, granted depending on the storm it could be devastating. “Alright alright, you’ve got me there. I just have yet to see it. Are you trying to warn me and tell me I should be going bat crap crazy like Prepper Lady over there?”

#c:frankie

oliviawalters:

The sight of people stacking up on canned food amused Olivia, but she hardly found it surprising – people never changed, and fear was one strong motivator to act like utter fools. The words uttered by a stranger not far from her made her giggle under her breath, and she was not entirely sure what it was – her laughter, the man’s words or a combination of both, but the woman bunkering cans and water shot a glare in Olivia’s direction.

“I can’t really comment on snow storms, I never got much snow growing up. Even a light dusting was certainly enough to put on my snow suit and make the world’s most miserable snowman, though.” She smiled as her eyes darted between some boxes of pasta, already a few gaping holes in the shelves, and the man she was talking to. “But I do have a strong opinion on people bulk buying pasta when it means I can’t get my hands on my favorite brand.” She heaved a disgruntled sigh, but her annoyance was short-lived and not at all directed at the stranger who had given her a good chuckle in what would otherwise have been a very lackluster trip to the supermarket. “Hi, by the way. I’m Olivia, and I guess I’m not eating pasta tonight.”

Elias turned hearing a voice and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her reply. His eyes shifted to the pasta he already had in his cart and instinctively he reached for it to hand over to her. “I don’t know if it’s the brand you are looking for but you are welcome to the pasta I was gonna get, I can opt for Gumbo over Scampi either works fine for me.” He smiles offering his hand. “Nice to meet you, Olivia. I’m Elias and I promise i don’t buy anything in bulk except art supplies and water. Water is just smart to keep in bulk.”

#c:olivia

raine-morgan:

Location: Tattoo parlour @mreliasjohnson

Technically Raine knew that a tattoo was no reason to think people were practicing voodoo magic on their boyfriend or some shit. The rational part of their brain was very certain that they were overreacting and they had no business going into the place where Benji had gotten his tattoo.

The irrational part of their brain however, was always stronger. And they would feel bad and ashamed for it later. Probably.

Still, Raine showed up in the parlour looking for a fellow named Elias, smiling when they said that they didn’t want a tattoo, and asking for Elias. He was on a break, to Raine’s luck.

“Are ye Elias?” they asked, walking up to the tattooer on break.

Elias head lifted as the bell over the door rang and he leaned back to look in on who had come in the door. His eyebrow raised even more when the man said he didn’t want a tattoo. Hearing his name his ear perked up and he set aside the commission he was working on as the man walked up. “I am..what can I do for you? And if it’s a piercing I don’t do that you’ll have to talk to Delilah.”

#c:raine

lornanieman:

Lorna had thankfully already done her grocery shopping the day before, however she was in need of a few things. When she was walking around she couldn’t help but look at others in confusion, wondering why on earth so many had carts that were almost overflowing. She had been walking down one of the isles when she heard the man speak. “To be fairly honest I have never really seen something like this. Very rare we get really bad snow or super bad storms back home so this is a new experience for me. I’m kind of used to the whole ‘sure we’ll be fine’ mentality of back home.”

The first winter he’d faired there hadn’t been that bad, only a few flurries of snow. Hell he’d barely tucked his bike away in the garage. This year was far different. He’d had to put his bike in the garage and switch to his aunt’s 4x4. He chuckles hearing the woman’s reply and nods in agreement. “Same here, Alligators have to be knocking at the door for some people to actually decide to leave”

#c:lorna

charliekwensi:

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Charlotte wasn’t paying attention to what others were buying until she overheard his comment, hazel eyes hoping that it was a joke, but she should’ve known better. “People tend to be… chaotic whenever they hear in the news that they should be careful with snow storms or anything out of the usual. Even ants have a better behavior when facing obstacles,” or so she had seen while there was nothing to watch on television and she ended up learning a little bit more about insects while smoking. “And truth being told, there’s always something crazy happening in this city during full moon nights, a snow storm close to another full moon shouldn’t cause this kind of reaction.”

Elias tilt his head hearing her reply. He couldn’t help but chuckle faintly. “To be fair an ant can carry atleast twice it’s weight if not more. That guy asked for an attendant to get a 24 roll pack of toilet paper down off the shelf. Between the beans and the toilet paper I’m pretty sure he needs to keep a plumber on standby.” He turns his head back to her curiously. “So is this a normal thing with the full moons or has this year been extra crazy”

#c:charlie

Location: Supermarket

Status: Open @astoriastarter

Elias was used to emergency weather situations. He’d been through his fair share of bad storms back in New Orleans. Granted it had always been more heavy rain and wind then snow. He’d learn to manage though he was likely late trying to stock up on supplies. Nudging his cart forward he raised an eyebrow to the woman rolling her cart by after appeared to be a raid on the can food and water aisle. He shook his head faintly, speaking to no one in particular. “Are people really that afraid of a little snow storm? Hurricanes I get, batten down the hatches but snow? Come on. Can’t be so bad you have to act like you’re going into a nuecular winter”

#open #starter #astoriastarter

mateo-tellezmarin:

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Mateo let out a sheepish laugh when Elias caught sight of him. “Sorry, I was trying to think of something but you saw me before I could do much else.” Just because he’d long since lost his powers and wasn’t as well connected when it came to covens in Astoria, it didn’t mean that his mum and Laurel weren’t. Ever since the full moon where he’d attacked June, Mateo hadn’t been entirely convinced that it wasn’t his own fault. But that was where he hoped Elias could shed some light. “I didn’t know you were a tattoo artist actually,” he said eyes lighting up as he stepped up beside Elias, making it look like he had forgotten what he’d been there to talk to him about in the first place. “Is that something I can still get done despite?”

Elias can’t help but chuckle at the man’s response amused. “You can, I’ve had a few vampire clients. It doesn’t last, its basically like a temporary tattoo only painful, though that depends on how you handle pain. It’ll atleast last a few days until it heals.” He scoots over on the bench to allow the man to sit. He’d actually tattooed both Matty and Owen. They were one of the few vampires that came to him for the service, most just didn’t feel like it was worth it.

#c:mateo

aleynagreer:

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“It only shows that I should visit the studio sometime soon, not that I’d get my body pierced but the tattoo is still something I’ve been dying to go through again… besides I get to annoy you with my presence, so that should be good. There isn’t much I can offer if you were ever at the club,” last time she tried to share her company with someone, it let her to trouble. “Oh– I see, the perks of being a witch, right? I don’t know much about it, but if any of them turns out to be an issue in my life, I’ll let you know. Would you like to order?”

He chuckles and nods. “I welcome you annoying me with your presence though that’s not to say it would actually be an annoyance” He winks to her before shifting his attention briefly to the menu then back up to her at her response. “Somewhat, though I can’t say i’ve hexed people often, It can come in handy occasionally.” His eyes dropping back to the menu. “Of course I am starving. though that’s not unusual, i’m always starving. What are you thinking of getting?”

#c:aleyna

derrickbelmont:

“Oblivion?” Derrick nodded, “yeah, it’s been pretty fortunate, I guess.” Derrick wasn’t the type to hype up Oblivion himself, but it usually the place spoke for itself without him necessarily having to talk it up.

Derrick took a sip of his own coffee, though Elias’ comment had him nearly choking on it. He hadn’t had any ulterior motives in the discussion - though maybe some curiosities. Frankly, he hadn’t thought to talk to the man at all until he’d been caught staring.

“Ah, I wasn’t…” He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, I’ve heard of you, but I’m not saying I believe the rumor mill.”

Elias ran a hand over his ever short hair. Granted he may have jumped the gun, but people had been a bit antsy around him given the latest use of black magic around town. He understood their worry but he’d left that far behind. “Ah sorry. It’s been an odd couple of weeks since the Samhain incident. I’ve been getting a few more questioning stares than usual.” He shrugs settling into a seat “to be fair that really depends on how crazy the rumor mill got. I haven’t been keeping up with it. If it’s gone beyond he’s used the black before its probably wrong”

#c:derrick

minxsara:

location: taste of ink

when: monday, november 30th

status: closed | @mreliasjohnson

— The thought of adding another tattoo to her body had crossed her mind several times throughout the years, however, ever since her husband’s passing, of course Sara prioritized other thoughts and things. Now that she was in a much better head space, those thoughts began swarming her head once again, so she asked around, read some reviews, searched through Instagram tags and ended up finding someone who’s work she had really liked. After setting up an appointment for the following week, Sara tried looking up some things to inspire herself and not just arrive there with no previous idea of what she wanted to do.

By the time she had reached the tattoo parlor, the hail had given a little truce, so Sara could drive a little less worried about the streets. Once she parked, the brunette buttoned up her coat and made her way to the tattoo parlor, smiling at the receptionist when she arrived.

“Hi, I have an appointment with Elias? I’m Sara.”

Elias was settled in the back between appointments sketching up his latest commission He found that this was likely his favorite part of work. Yes he enjoyed tattooing, but there was a certain amount of nervousness when it came to the finished product, they could love it or freak out entirely. It was rare for people to be discontented in his work but there had been a few, even if he gave them exactly what they asked for they still had issues. Shaking off the worry, his head lifted hearing the door. Time for his appointment.

Making his way from the back he offered the woman a smile. “Hiya, Sara right? I’m Elias” He grins offering his hand to her in welcome.

#c:sara

tuaharjuna:

Duplicate || Tuah & Elias

Tuah got up with a grunt, extending his hand to help Elias up. “I suppose, though I can’t be sure anymore. From what I heard the shapeshifters can’t control who they shifted into and for how long.” He shook his head as he brushed the dirt off his peacoat and rearranged the scarf around his neck. He was wearing a grey knitted sweater underneath that he paired with dark jeans and boots. He certainly didn’t need to dress for the weather since the temperature never bothered him, but it was a habit of wanting to blend in that he wore according to the seasons. “What do you reckon is affecting the shapeshifters?” Tuah turned his attention towards Elias, brows furrowed slightly. “Do you think it has something to do with the full moon?” Something always had to do with the full moon in this town, so he figured it wasn’t such a farfetched theory despite the authorities’ silence about it.

Elias chuckles and takes his offer for help up. “Oh they definitely can’t, I’ve seen two of myself atleast, today.” Following suit once he has his legs under him he brushes off the dirt off his new jacket. Leave it to him to damage his new jacket not long after having it. Shifting around he checked the jacket for tears, thankfully finding none. “Likely the full moon, though the way things have been I wouldn’t disregard some nefarious magic, granted i don’t know why it would only affect all of one species”

#c:tuah

sienna-munroe:

“Both are equally offensive,” she reassured, shooting one of her signature looks in Elias’ direction. She didn’t blame him it wasn’t easy having an entire group of people look up to you. She wasn’t entirely sure how her mother managed- but she did so effortlessly. A natural born leader and her sister embraced those exact traits that made her perfect to be next in line. Sienna on the other hand preferred to take a more passive role in the coven because then had an excuse to avoid making magic her entire life.

It was most often statements like that that prompted Sienna to want to initiate contact, an embrace to show her gratitude- but she refrained. She’d already been victim to a power that wasn’t hers and she didn’t need to add another to the list. “All those muscles and you wouldn’t have faired much better?” She jested, trying very hard to move on from the slightly somber note their conversation had taken. Obviously it wasn’t a matter of physical strength, though had it had been the spirit would’ve had her beat in that aspect as well. – A ballerina no match when compared to asoldier. “Do you think clear counts as being white?” She asked, refocusing her attention on the clear quartz,

Elias chuckles amused by her response. He’d take that. He could imagine it wasn’t easy, having a high priestess as a mother. He played his roll in the coven here and back home but he preferred to just stay in that role. He offered her a soft smile at her chest and shook his head. “Not so much better, just so you didn’t have to. I’ve taken on a few possessions back in the old coven, mostly my Loa for stronger visions. It’s a bitch.” His head shifted toward the collection of clear quartz. “I’m sure it will. Clear holds a lot of energy”

#c:sienna

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