Drawing Gun

Xavier Won | Tattoo Artist | Blood dealer. Not the real Won Jongjin.

[aul]

Won Jong Jin

[sabxjongjin]

Get Outta My Face

[sabxdaehyun-deactivated20150401]

Daehyun couldn’t help but grin in amusement as he poured some customer another drink. Physically, daehyun was still working at the bar, but mentally all of his attention was focused on what was happening next door in the tattoo shop. His distracted mind was evident at his work. Twice Daehyun had over filled the glass he was pouring the drinks in, he got four orders wrong, and he spilled a drink on a customer. His boss came over and started yelling but Daehyun quickly shut him up by raising his finger. Frustrated, his boss stormed off and Daehyun leaned on the counter as he continued to listen to the conversation.

Apparently the guy working there was actually a hunter, a human that could actually be potentially harmful to the supernatural. What was his name again? Jong…something. Daehyun wondered if the other male knew he was a werewolf? Maybe that’s why they found themselves arguing a lot.

As Daehyun continued to listen he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The hunter talked too much in Daehyun’s opinion. Had it been him in that situation the wolf would have already slashed out the throats of those blood suckers. When they fighting actually did happen, Daehyun felt himself tense up. He normally didn’t like fights where there was such a clear disadvantage. Not only did they out number him two to one, but they were also vampires and hunter or not he was just a human.

Daehyun heard his boss call after him as he walked away. “I’m taking my break!” He yelled. He left the obese man alone with all the drunk college ravers, knowing he’d get shit for it later. He walked into the tattoo shop with a big grin on his face. “Wassup, wassup, wassup, motherfuckers!” He hollered, the vampires only having enough time to turn around before Daehyun grabbed one and tossed him across the room into a shelf. He hopes that this shop has insurance or something. He grabbed the other vampire by the throat and choke slammed him into the ground. Now that they were both distracted, Daehyun shifted into his glabro form to avoid ripping out of his clothes permanently. He turned to the hunter, “You got a plan?” 

[sabxjongjin]

The vampires recovered a little too quickly for Jongjin to make a break big enough to reach the back room.  He cursed both of them out as he turned primarily to defense.  He had always prided himself on his abilities, but really he knew there was only so much he could do and that hunters were outnumbered and run down all the time.  But still, he couldn't imagine losing his life tonight, especially by a couple of bored vampires that had been looking for trouble on a whim.

Jongjin never expected to be joined by anyone else, let alone the pesky guy from the bar next door.  But he had to silently admit he'd never been so glad to see his face before.  All three in the room had paused with the greeting as the door had swung open, and the resulting carnage was enough to allow Jongjin to collect himself.  He knew the vampires wouldn't be downed just yet, but the other had bought them both a few moments.  

When the boy shifted Jongjin couldn't help but smile.  He had definitely had his suspicions, but of course werewolves were particularly hard to pick unless studied in great detail - something he had never bothered with.  Now he didn't have to, the proof was right there in front of him.

"Get my stuff from the back room; dispose of these bloodsuckers as neatly as possible, and drain them dry," he replied, spinning on his heel and making for the back room.  Flicking the light switch on moved to a cupboard, opening it to reveal his emergency weapon supply and several blood collecting items.  Pulling out a pair of blades with much better range than his hidden knife, he grabbed the blood collection set, darting his attention to the wolf.  "I suspect you'll be happy using your claws and fangs?"

[sabxriza]

▬ reυɴιтed.

"Eck! It reeks in here!" The female boomed in greeting as soon as she walks in past the doorway of the nearby tattoo shop. The smell was.. aggressive but sterile, way different from the smell of grease and oil that she was used to. Thinking about it, maybe it should have been the other way around, but correcting babbles wasn’t really on Riza’s priority list at moment.

Her eyes slightly wandered around to observe the designs and photos of inked bodies displayed across the room. The place was just a few blocks away from her garage but it was first time in the place. Fortunately, it was also easy enough to break the unfamiliarity once she knew who owned the shop. Anyway, she never actually intended to come until she was sent a task by the higher up. Well— the news of actually knowing someone nearby was a bonus.

A knowing smile appeared on her thin lips upon seeing the familiar face behind the counter. “You’ve grown,” she comments, leaning both arms on the surface to watch him closer. “Whoa, it has been a long time, sir!” Not sure if to call him with his real name or not, she chose to leave it that way. “It’s me, Riza, remember?”

"And oh!" But of course with the pleasant surprise with the sudden reunion, she can’t just skip what she was really there for, ”Three bags please.”

[sabxjongjin]

Business was slow that morning; he was supposed to be doing a small item of script on a girl's ankle, but the customer had cancelled last minute.  Now he was simply sitting behind the counter, deciding he may as well stay open and gain as much business as possible.  So he had parked himself behind the counter and sat doodling on a piece of paper, his pen leaving behind a flourish of lines that would become his next design if it turned out well enough.

A loud voice made the entrance known above the bell and Jongjin reflexively breathed in.  Nothing smelt out of the ordinary for his extended senses; just the usual santising products and underlying smell of ink that permeated the air around the clock.  He had no idea what the visitor was on about.

Then he actually focused on her, and a smirk formed on his lips.  It was almost surprising how quickly he recognised her despite not having laid his gaze on her for god knows how many years.  She came up and leant in closer and he mirrored her.  "Years.  Of course I remember you, Riza, I always remember the ones whose butts I've kicked."

Tilting his head to the side slightly with her order, he arched a brow.  "I don't even know who you're working for....what three bags will it be?  Human, werewolf, vampire?  Something more exotic?" he asked, drumming his fingers against the surface.  The last time he had seen her was when they had been assigned their particular positions as fully fledged hunters.  Now here she was, covered in grease.

[sabxjongjin]

So I've finally gotten around to creating some plots for Jongjin.  They can be found here.  I'm sure more will appear as they come to me.

[won-jae-jinbiased]

Won Jong Jin - August 29, 2014 LaBelM 2nd Set

[sabxjongjin]

So You're the One?

There was exactly two times a year that Jongjin donned hanbok; one was for the Korean New Year, and the other was for the Jeju Summer Festival.  It wasn't something he had to do, but growing up his parents had always donned him in the traditional dress for it, and it was a habit it liked to keep.  Of course there had been the period of time where everyday after school he would be helped into one of the old style hanboks by his parents - the ones with the heavier, long Durumagi on the top half.  They told him he had to be able to fight fluidly in even the most cumbersome clothes.  So now wearing the more modern attire didn't phase him.  If anyone decided to get out of hand it wouldn't matter if he was in a hanbok, or his normal clothes.

Of course he hoped to God that wouldn't happen, because this festival was one of the only times he could forget about work and just enjoy himself.  Twenty-seven years of coming here had seen a lot of variations of company.  He had been with his parents, fellow hunters, girls, boys, friends, and on his own.  The latter was the stance for this year.  He was sure he'd probably bump into plenty of people here, but he had chosen to start out on his own because he had a task to do.

While the idea he had could possibly be crossing over into the class of work, he preferred to think of it as simply satisfying a curiosity that had to do with the supernatural.  Several days ago Luhan had mentioned to him that one of his business partners was going to be helping to man a food and beverage stall.  This business partner happened to be a nephilim that Jongjin had heard the name of more times than he could count, but one he had never come face to face with.  He decided that tonight would be the night.  It wasn't that he didn't trust Luhan, or didn't think the younger boy could hold his own, but nephilims were notoriously untrustworthy.  He had taken their lives before due to blood deals gone wrong.

So the fact that this name had cropped up on a relatively regular basis intrigued him, and he intended to find out more about the creature.  Luckily he had picked up more than enough details to locate the particular stall of his interest, and it wasn't long after he had arrived at the festival that he made his way towards it.  As he approached, he immediately began his appraisal; a male of fair height and a healthy build beneath his clothing.  Stepping up to the stall he nodded to the boy.

"Got any Odeng?"

[jimin247]

Let Me Know

The morning for Woobin had actually started off pretty solid. He had woken up and actually had chosen to eat breakfast/lunch (hey, he can’t help his definition of morning was really lunchtime, but whatever). From there he had gotten dressed, cleaned the beach house up, and had actually went surfing, something he hadn’t done in years. 

Typically Woobin chose to remain on the first floor of the beach house, although it was a huge sprawling house that boasted five bedrooms and four bathrooms. It was more than big enough for his family to vacation in and to each have their own privacy. But this house was also the house that Woobin was raised by his grandmother in. Before it was merely a vacation home it had been her home built by his great grandparents and then remodeled by her and her husband to have all of the modern amenities. The house had spanned generations and Woobin had nothing but memories filled with the place both sad and pleasant. But here is where his grandmother had taken him in at 6. It’s where he learned to play the piano and to surf. Here is where he had made friends, such a startling difference compared to the environment his parents has been raising him in. Gone where the long lines of nannies and tutors, instead he went to school and hung out with kids his own age.

The second floor of this beach house was his old room and his grandmothers room. There were just too many memories for Woobin to really handle. He hadn’t gone up there since he moved out at the age of 16 and he sure as hell hadn’t planned on going up there again. But loneliness and nostalgia can be both sweet and painful. And although Woobin had promised himself to stay away, it was almost like he was drawn up there like a beacon. So three hours later and he had gone into his grandmother’s old room and had just once again taken in the shock that a woman as important to him was just still truly gone. 

It would make sense that afterwards Woobin would retreat back into the living room with a couple bottles of alcohol. There he spent the next two hours blasting the stereo to battle off the quiet and losing himself in bottle after bottle. Soon the day turned into night and Woobin finally couldn’t bare just his own company anymore and that’s when the drunk human had decided to go off in search of company. He avoided the clubs and bars though, too emotionally unstable for a nameless night. Instead he decided to turn to one of his good friends and although navigating the streets had been a trip all on its own and had almost gotten him ran over once or twice and; although he’d never admit it he did get turn around a few times. 

But soon he had found himself standing on Jongjin’s doorstep, leaning heavily on the doorbell. It was still early evening so he knew his friend wasn’t sleeping but that didn’t mean Jongjin wasn’t out busy doing Jongjin things. It hadn’t occurred to Woobin that he probably should have called or even checked the tattoo parlor instead. But he was taking a chance and hoping it paid off.

[sabxjongjin]

One of the best things about being self-employed was the fact that Jongjin was totally in control.  The best thing about being a self-employed tattoo artist was that he could pick and choose his hours of work.  Sure sometimes he was in the parlour for an entire day, sometimes well into the night, and sometimes a single piece could take four or five hours depending on the size and detail.  But it meant that he could arrange appointments to fit everything.  Like keeping up his blood reserves and conducting blood deals.  Of course there were always unexpected occurances; some that he could jump at and others he had to pass on if he wanted to keep his reputation with his day job.

While werewolves and nephilims could appear on a twenty-four-seven basis, vampires were obviously limited to the moonlit hours.  Regardless of that though, most blood deals were arranged for the deep of night.  Jongjin suspected it might have something to do with the humane side of all the creatures; there was something almost unnatural about meeting with someone in the middle of the day to exchange a bag of blood for cash.  A kind of irony that tickled Jongjin's fancy.  As if there was anything natural about buying blood to drink.

Some nights he kept to himself if he could, just to lie about his apartment and feel normal.  Where he could cook himself a decent meal, listen to some music, or watch some generic television.  Maybe if he desired it he would share these nights with someone else, but most times he preferred them to himself.  Tonight was no such night though, while it was only evening he planned to head out once it started getting late and see what he could pick up.  There was a deal set for one o'clock, but if he could managed some more suplies before then it would be all the better.

Which was why he came home from the parlour to immediately jump into the shower and don his usual head to toe black that was his self designated uniform.  He was just slipping a shirt over his head when he heard the doorbell.  And it didn't stop.  With a frown Jongjin immediately grabbed his knife and tucking it behind his back he inched silently towards the front door.  With every muscle in his body coiled to strike he twisted the handle and pulled.  The knife appeared and disappeared just as quickly when he found Woobin teetering on his feet and Jongjin let out a curse.

"What the fuck," he sounded, shoving the blade away and reaching to support the other.  His friend was drunk, that was easy enough to tell, nor was it an odd occurrance.  Woobin had a highly abusive relationship with alcohol, but Jongjin knew all too well that only those that wanted to be helped could be.  Leading the boy into his apartment, he lowered them both onto the couch.  "What's wrong this time?"

[sabxjongjin]

Sob, work has been crazy busy, as well as my days off.  During my shift today I plan to try and come up with some open plots finally.

I have tomorrow off and nothing planned, so I will get to the replies I owe then.  Also, if anyone wants to event plot, please like this! (and to anyone I'm already plotting with, we could always do something event too?)

[won-jae-jinbiased]

Won Jong Jin - July 07, 2014 HotBoom 8th Set

[sabxjongjin]

Get Outta My Face

[sabxdaehyun-deactivated20150401]

Daehyun was losing his mind tonight. He’s working his shift at the bar by himself tonight, which isn’t the problem since he prefers working alone, but it’s the one night of the week he hates most: EDM night. His fatass of a boss wanted to draw in a bigger crowd so he decided to hire a dj and dedicate thursday nights to one of the most annoying genres known to man. As he scrubbed the bar table with a rag to keep himself from lashing out at people, Daehyun’s eyes scanned the room and took in everything that pissed him off about this night.

First was, of course, the music. Although some isn’t that bad the wolf has a hard time staying calm with dubstep. It sounds like a bunch of noise to him and when it’s played he has to keep himself even more busy to keep his mind focused on it’s task so it doesn’t explode. Then there’s the crowd of people it draws. Most of the crowd were kids from the college who take advantage of the 18+ night and came in already wasted. By the end of the night, Daehyun would have argued with most of them denying them alcohol because of their age. The other kind of people the night attracts, are far worst than drunk college kids, at least in his opinion.

"Yo, wolf pup, how about you give us something better to drink," the vampire taunted. Daehyun resisted the urge to turn around and claw at the bloodsucker’s face. He could never understand why, but EDM nights would always attract a vampire or two every now and then. Tonight he was graced with the company of two vampires who needed to start wearing jeans in their own size. Daehyun turned to face them, his glare strong enough to pierce through their skin if he could. "How about you go return your sister’s pants to her and then I’ll consider giving you a drink. The two vamps looked a bit stunned then left him alone to his bartending. He continued to watch them, his eyes following as they left the building. He focused his supernatural hearing on them to hear them walking into the tattoo shop next door.

Like most people, the guy who worked at the tattoo shop usually annoyed the hell of Daehyun. When the wolf would go on his break he’d bump into him and somehow they’d end up arguing. Twice Daehyun debated going into his wolf form to chew on the other’s face but he stopped himself each time. Now, by the sound of it, the artist was going to have his hands full with these vamps. He didn’t react right away, he wanted to listen a little more. He wanted to see how the other would handle himself.

[sabxjongjin]

Jongjin watched the pair as they seemed to soak his words in; he could tell by the flush of their skin and their bright eyes that they had recently fed.  They were full to the brim with a mortal's blood, working its way through their bodies and twisting it into the supernatural.  If he wasn't so pissed off by their intrusion he would be feeling pretty chuffed by the fact that two pay packets just walked in.  A Nephilim would pay a pretty penny for a double set of vampire blood.  He inclined his head towards the chair, a smile playing on his face.

"No?  You can't tell me someone who has no fear of death is afraid of a little old needle?" he posed; he had no idea whether they knew he was a hunter when they entered, but either way he was sure the message was becoming quite clear.  "Alright then, I'll just drain all the blood from you instead."

The younger looking of the two creatures let out a hiss, and Jongjin moved into a battle position.  It was an unfair fight really, two vampires against a lone hunter, but Jongjin hadn't trained his entire life for nothing.  As they launched themselves at him he stood his ground, his blade almost immediately finding the flesh of one of them as he tried to ignore the pain inflicted on himself.  He wasn't about to lose this one.

"I would have had no trouble with you, if you hadn't come in here with intentions.  But this is my territory, so I will be taking your lives for it," he spoke through gritted teeth, deepening his thrust.  Kicking out his leg, he came into contact with the kneecap of the second vampire, hearing a satisfying crack.  The injury would heal quickly, but it was enough to make the creature lose concentration.   If only he could reach the back where he had more weapons concealed.  Enough to fight two.  But for that he would need a distraction at least.

[na-na-mis]

[sabxjongjin]

Get Outta My Face

The buzz of a tattoo gun was much like music to Jongjin's ears; the intermittent stop start as he created lines and colour, wiping away the excess in between.  It could be either relaxing, or exciting depending on how he needed to take it.  Today it was relaxing, as he drew the makings of a monochrome piece onto a lady's shoulder.  Or at least it had been relaxing, until the small bell over the front door indicated an entry.

Jongjin glanced up, easily able to tell by a first glance that the two men weren't human.  Indicating for his customer to wait a moment, he rose and moved to the front to greet them.  He was also able to tell from their smirks that this wasn't going to be a friendly visit.

"What a lovely shop you've got set up for yourself.  You know, I've often debated getting a tattoo myself.  Maybe it could be some kind of a...last request," one of them stated and Jongjin's gaze hardened, his body immediately coiling to spring.  

"What do you want?" he asked and the second vampire looked pointedly to the women behind Jongjin.  With a nod the hunter moved to her, carefully wrapping her fresh ink with some cling wrap and giving her a gentle smile.  "Don't worry, I'll finish it off for you free of charge another day, okay?"

The trio watched as she collected her belongings and shuffled out of the shop, Jongjin silently reaching for the knife he always kept concealed, before returning his attention to the vampires.  "So shall I give you that tattoo now before I kill you, or are you too much of a whimp after all?"

[sabxsuzy-blog]

sitting duck ;

All Suzy knew, comprehended, saw was black. A black darker than even night. Her body lay between garbage bags and planks crushed beneath her lupine weight earlier. Full consciousness was like a fleeting butterfly that she couldn’t grasp. Something warm and reeking of iron pooled around her cheek; her own blood. The abnormal heat of a werewolf made the blood steam in the cool night air.

She coughed, the fluid invading her throat. Suzy knew she wouldn’t die, at least not from these wounds alone. She just needed time to heal, needed to hope nothing caught her scent and became interested. So the she-wolf remained still, drifting in and out as her body began to mend itself. The hunter had done a number on her to be sure, but it was their blood and skin underneath her nails, their demise that fouled her mouth. She’d managed to escape with a hard won victory.

Unable to stay awake, she settled again into black.

[sabxjongjin]

Jongjin drew his jacket around him tighter to try and ward away the cool night air.  It was always a degree or two colder over here on Jeju than it was back on the mainland.  He wasn't exactly sure on the physics of it all.  Tonight he was victorious though.  In an inner pocket of his jacket there was a thick wad of cash stuffed; the result of a hefty deal with an overly wealthy vampire who had a penchant for type A.  This meant he could hike the price right up.  And that he did.

The scent of iron invaded his nostrils - obviously from close by - and he was quick to become alert, automatically reaching for the knife stashed on his person.  Holding it in deft fingers he followed his nose, turning down the alley to his left.  An unconscious female, supernatural, judging by the way the pool of blood was steaming.  Werewolf.

He chuckled, crouching down beside her carefully.  He was always ready for action, but he knew there wasn't much to be done when she was in this state.  Dipping the knife into the blood he raised it in the air, looking at it gleefully.  

"What are the chances of giving me some more of this?  I know some Nephilims that would go crazy for it," he mused out loud, not expecting any response.  "Isn't it lucky for you it was me who found this mess?  I take blood before I take lives.  Now what shall we do with you?"

[jack9357]

[sabxjongjin]

You're Like a Pup

Jongjin inhaled deeply, sucking all the bad things into his lungs as the cigarette balanced between two fingers.  The stream of smoke soon followed through his nostrils, like a resting dragon.  He stood outside of a morgue; he wasn't really sure where they stood on his list of preferences when it came to collection.  On the one hand it was always much nicer interacting with beings that were still alive.  On the other, it was a break from the trivial matters.

As was his custom when he was on duty he was clad head to toe in black.  Working with blood could get messy no matter how skilled and black never showed it.  He didn't have to worry about noticing stains that may not come all the way out in the wash.  Jongjin was keen to get this job over and done with, he had a client booked for a couple of hours time and he hated being late.

Taking a last drag he let the cigarette drop from his grasp and ground it beneath the sole of his shoe.  He exhaled politely in the opposite direction of the figure approaching, a single eyebrow rising.  "I like punctuality.  Let's make this quick, I have to go tattoo a tiki face on the back of someone's leg."

[sabxjongjin]

Hello all and thanks for the warm welcome!  I'm going to do up Jongjin's page with some more info, but I'm also looking at getting the ball rolling for plotting.  I've messaged those that have greeted me back with rainbows and keeness, but if anyone else would like to plot, please like this post too.

[sabxjongjin]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

That'd be Christmas day of 1989, opening an oblong shaped present to reveal a knife.