#ty:open

[ghxstofyxu]

for: open! @aurorabaystarter location: Ty's place

"I guess I just don't really know what they're looking for?" He shrugs, scratching the back of his head as he looks over the pieces he's done over the last few years.

"Like, it says Ink Master, but also some of the contestants that have gone on definitely have a, uhm, like specialty?" Eyes scan over his artwork, moving around a couple of pieces he decided he preferred.

"Think this will wow the jury?" He chuckles, his portfolio not lacking any variety nor skill set but Ty wasn't so naive to think he was a mind blowing artist. Personally, he thinks he's, good, but he has enough audacity he figured he could try his hand at a competition and see what happens.

[ambercast]

who: open

Ty had never been the most coordinated person. He rode the bench most of high school while on the football team because while he was fast, he could never seem to catch the ball.

Being fast helped in snowball fights, though. He dodged and ducked and ran and hid. He couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, but if he dodged long enough, he figured he’d be the last one standing.

But then his foot hit a patch of ice, and he went slipping and sliding out onto the ice. Arms flailing, he yelled for people to get out of the way as he tripped and scrambled, until he collided with someone and they both fell.

“Shit shit shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay??”