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@toxicfvmes
jaewon ‘finnegan james’ lee is an alpha level mutant with the ability of toxikinesis. they’ve been in new york for their whole lifetime where they spend most of their time as an owner and tattoo artist of ink inc. when i think of them, i think of skin covered with tattoos, a bad aftertaste stuck in your mouth, and the scent of cigarette smoke and old spice. they are affiliated with no one.
basics . biography . plots & connections . tracker . tasks
CHRIS.
“Because I can’t do anything that’s not related to work. Seems impossible. I have to make a difference.” And that sounded like a stupid thing to admit. “How many other journalists aren’t spreading lies about mutants?”
Chris’s statement was a matchstick strike thrown into Jaewon’s gasoline, he didn’t want to care anymore but he can’t really do that, "Way too many, and I feel like they only write the truth when a mutant actually does some fucked up shit, there’s more crime stories mutants did instead of crimes humans did.”
STEVIE.
“And something less painful.” She chuckles with a light wince. She’s never gotten a stick and poke tattoo, but she’s heard enough about them to know that she doesn’t want one. “I have the day off, so it’s really no bother. So long as you have the time to spend today, I do too.” Still, she does take her time to look over the options he shows her. All of his work is good– great, even. But she’s got to be sure, there’ll be no going back once the needle hits her skin. After a few, long moments, Stevie comes to a conclusion: “I think I like the Classic Americana style best. The scar itself is on the smaller side, so maybe something like a crow perched on a branch? What do you think?”
“I don’t have any scheduled appointments today,” He reassures Stevie. A small excited smile appears on his face when an idea comes into mind. “I can visualize something, hopefully you’d like it.” Jaewon starts sketching his rough idea, not focusing on the details yet so he can show the preview to Stevie. As he does he tries to think of something to strike a conversation, “Not to make light of the things that has happened, but a lot of people come in here to get a tattoo which is related to the incident of last month. You think crazy shit has happened to New York all the time but when something that level just hits...” He shakes his head and breathes in, “I can’t even think of any word that describes it. New York’s an epicenter of disaster.”
CYRUS.
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he grins, pointing at Jaewon. “Alright, man. I’ll see you out there.” Cyrus finishes serving the next couple of customers, then takes off his apron and walks towards the bakery door. “Later, skater!” he says to the colleague taking over from him. Pushing open the door, he breathes in the fresh air (well, as fresh as it can get in NYC) and looks at his friend. “You didn’t light one for me? That’s a little fucked up, Jae.”
As he reaches for his pack of cigarettes, he thinks about how reassuring it is to hear from Cyrus that he is his idiot, that Jaewon has somebody. The past month was just him trying not to get drowned in sadness and isolation, but the loneliness has been lingering. “You’re so dramatic,” He hands the pack to Cyrus. “How am I going to light a cigarette for you when you’re not here yet?”
IRENA.
“jaewon, how the devil are you?” the woman smiled at the other. so much had transpired and the woman had been left in ill-health after halloween - now it appeared she had been healed and the only shortfall was some light vertigo that would pass. “i know, it’s been too long.”
“Hey,” He’s surprised to see Irena, he immediately stands up and moves closer to her. He greets her in a hug, because he’s quite glad to see that she’s still alive. A lot has happened the past months. “I’m so glad you’re fine.” The concern on his face was genuine and apparent. “I’ve been fine, how are you feeling these days?” He tries to crack a joke, “Hopefully like fine wine.”
RIVER.
“shit—that really should be a real club at this point,” snickers river. again, horrible of him to poke fun of his own tragedy, but isn’t comedy just tragedy plus timing? he read that in a mad magazine once, he’s pretty sure. his snicker turns into a peal of full-blown incredulous laughter at the image of a rando wanting to get his junk inked, “i mean, this is new york. that’s like a normal tuesday,” river chuckles, “—but that reminds me, i’ve been meaning to try that. getting tatted, i mean.”
“Hopefully not on your dick, right?” He jokes and laughs. “You know, it would totally be cool to like tattoo you on your back, around where your wings are, I can think of this beautiful intricate patterns around it.”
FRANCES.
Oh, there’s something. A slight shift in tone, something a little tense that makes her smile a little more genuine. “Not a problem, I’m not expecting anything glamorous.” Her security guard goes to follow, and Frances shoot him a look, a quick comment about how she’s only going to be down a corridor. She bites her tongue when it comes to asking if he wants to watch. She has to behave in public, unfortunately, and snapping at her security isn’t it. The door’s opened and she laughs, “Who’d have thought, a real gentleman, thank you.”
He nods, “You might want to bring in your bodyguard in,” He jokes because the man seems to follow her like a lost puppy. “Okay, I’d leave you to it.” He chuckles and moves back to his desk to get back to work.
MARGOT.
“erm, the omegas, do you mean?” margot’s brows knit in wonder, “i… haven’t been paying attention to them that much, to be honest. but they’re heroes, so i guess they’re okay?” she starts to feel inadequate—and maybe a bit dumb—for not having a more intellectual response, but: “i, well, i used to attend the xavier institute, so i was surrounded by a lot of future superheroes—i think i’ve actually shared a class with siren before—but, erm, my life’s always been about one thing, so…” margot cringes, a light pink tinging her cheeks, “…you must think i’m so ignorant.”
“You don’t sound ignorant, we all have different opinions, you know.” He reassures her, “I went to Xavier’s too, funny how we didn’t bump into each other. I’ve been there since I was nine. I wanted to be a Superhero too, but you know now it’s more important that the Government give a shit about us, pass bills and laws in support of Mutants instead of just paying mutants to pose as superheroes when crime’s still prevalent anyway. Like thanks for giving us superheroes but there is still no equality here,” He shakes his head. “Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Just annoys me money is spent on this shit instead of something that will actually benefit us.”
MARGOT.
margot’s face falls. “i’m so sorry for your loss, finn,” she says. “we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—i know how hard it can be to lose someone you love.” she pauses. “…if you ever do feel like talking about it, though… my door is always open,” she offers with a small smile. “i, erm… maybe could drop by your parlor one of these days? i don’t really get tattoos, but, could i watch you? it seems like a good trade if you’re going to watch me dance, yes?” chuckles margot.
He decides to stop talking about his late sister, he offers Margot a small smile to thank her for being understanding. “Seems like a good trade, yeah. Some clients bring friends with them and they watch and have a lot of questions.”
LAUREL.
Laurel nearly laughs at the other’s insistence that she not do anything to make her injuring him up to him. But unfortunately for him: she doesn’t give up that easily. Not when she feels like she owes someone. “No– I don’t mind–” But she’s too slow, and he’s already paid for his drink. She fishes out her cash to pay for her own drink, stuffing the extra that she would have used for his into the little tip jar on the counter. The barista asks for names to place on the drinks, and Laurel offers her own first. “Oh, uh, Laurel, thank you.”
There’s an awkward moment where she wonders if she should just go to wait at the pickup part of the counter or if there’s some reason why should stay– but ultimately, she decides to take the few steps to the other end of the counter, giving him a smile once he joins her. “You won’t let me get you some ice, or buy your drink..” She starts with a light laugh. “If my etiquette teacher were here, she’d be appalled.”
“Finn,” He briefly gives his name to the Barista, and he mentally notes her name in his head. Laurel. Her name even fits her very well.
While he waits he assesses the level of his foot’s injury, but he can’t really tell since it’s not as painful. Another chuckle leaves him when Laurel approaches him, “Would she be appalled by me?” He jokingly asks. “I think she’ll understand that it was just a mistake, no foul play done.”
MARGOT.
margot spends a minute hiding behind the laminated menu, scanning over the fading rows of printed meal sets before she pulls it down to reveal a triumphant smile. “so, do you like anything you see? i always get their cheeseburgers and make them add caramelized onions to it—their nacho fries, too, and a white chocolate milkshake. très américain, but in the best way, i think.”
“You’re cute,” He randomly muses, “I’d get the double patty cheeseburger with a side of fries, and a soda.” He quickly orders their food and takes his seat with her in their table. “I know they said not to get political on the first date,” He jokes and then nods at the stage, “What’s your take on all of this?”
MARGOT.
margot nods thoughtfully, offering him a warm smile, “i understand… does your sister not dance anymore?” she asks, sliding his teacup across the counter to him. it’s probably too sensitive of a question—his crestfallen expression says as much—so she responds cheerfully, taking advantage of the moment to break some ice. “of course! you might have to try quite hard to see me, though… but what about for me? can i visit you at your—where do you work, exactly, finn?” asked margot, beaming.
Usually when his family comes into the conversation, he avoids it, he obviously immediately changes the topic or he spares a few details to people. He knows that it has happened and he has to live with the truth, “She’s never really got the chance to dance for so long, my sister’s...” He chuckles and brushes off the heavy cloud that surrounds them. “Sorry, it’s too early to let you know about this. We just met now. But she’s passed away. I would really love to go to your show though, I’m sure she’d love for me to watch things she enjoys. I’ll do my best to spot you,” He smiles, “I have four eyes,” He taps his glasses. “I work in Ink Inc.” He gives her the address. “We open around 3PM usually,”
RIVER.
surprisingly—or maybe not surprisingly—river lets out a soft chuckle. “yeah,” he strokes the back of his head with a gentle palm as his eyes travel downward, “i know that sounds like a really fucked up way to describe it, but… it is what it is, right? and we cope in different ways, i guess.” something something, not trying to make a big deal out of it so it doesn’t freak me out in a public place, something something. “but, uh, what’s been going on with you lately? anything that’ll actually make me have a real, visceral reaction?”
“Don’t worry, we don’t have to talk about that. I can imagine that’s all ‘been talked about to you. But hey, welcome to the Dead Father’s club.” River would know that Jaewon’s been there. “Shit’s my life’s boring. The only interesting thing that’s happened to me is I had to deal with a guy who wanted to get his dick tattooed.”
FRANCES.
It’s always a bit of a downer when someone responds to her politeness with a… well with that. ‘Sure, what?’ Frances is far too used to people being overly verbose and polite. At the very least he’s helpful, even as Frances’ gaze travels over to his sketchbook, to the heavily decorated walls of the shop. Not her scene. “I need to use the ladies. Would you mind?”
It takes a while for it to click in Finn’s head, but when it does, he tenses. It’s not really everyday a politician asks you to take a piss in your shop’s toilet. “Of course, feel free to.” He nods his head towards the direction, “It’s this way, follow me. I’m sorry it’s a bit cramped up here.” Well for him it feels too small of a space, but anyone can move around freely and he’s proud of how clean and organized his Tattoo Parlor is. Especially the bathroom. He opens the door for her and waits for her to enter.
CHRIS.
“One of these days I’ll just do something because I want to and not because I feel obligated to turn it into a story.” There was a bunch of other press here he was sure, but Chris wanted to put his own spin on his story.
“How about now?” He asks curiously, “You can just not write about this whole thing. What’s stopping you?”
MINJI.
When Jaewon says Xavier’s Institute, there’s a familiar twinge of pain in her head. A warning that she’s wading into a past she isn’t supposed to remember. “He does, because of a gala I went to. But before that…” She looks down at the floor, frowning at the chunk she’s missing. Sometimes, ironically, she can forget she’s forgotten. But, when she’s faced with someone she once knew, there’s no way she can ignore how much she’s missing. “Something happened to me. I don’t know what, but someone messed with my mind and made me forget I was ever a mutant, and everything that came with it,” she explains, meeting Jaewon’s eyes again. “I only rediscovered I was a mutant by mistake, and anytime I try to use my ability or think too deeply about my past, well—I describe it as a bomb counting down in my head to detonation.”
Having Jaewon’s suspicion confirmed is far from comforting and it takes a while for it to completely sink in. He is silent from the beginning of her explanation until the end. He knows he hasn’t spoken anything for far too long, so he throws an apology, “I’m sorry.” His gaze never leaves hers as he tries to search any familiarity in her eyes and his stomach falls because it’s uncertainty that stares back at him. He understands though, that she trusts him in some level, to be able to share this to him. The truth. It’s obviously not easy for her. So he considers what he’s supposed to say, he does not want to come off insensitive.
“I’m really sorry, that’s - I honestly don’t even know what to say.” He leans back against his chair and exhales, “I don’t want you to get hurt at all, so don’t feel obligated to remember me.” His words are sincere, after all Minji is a friend, someone he cares for. “If you have questions though, about the past, anything at all, I’ll answer. I can help out.”
ATTICUS.
Atticus raises an eyebrow, the question of ‘what do you mean’ on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it instead. If Jaewon doesn’t want to talk about it, then it’s none of Atticus’ business to push it. Maybe if things weren’t so weird between them, but right now the whole interaction feels stilted. “Ah, yeah, see you around” He returns the nod before adding “You know how to contact me if I end up owing you dinner” The ‘or about anything else’ is left unsaid. Instead, Atticus gives a gentle smile before turning on his heel and walking back the way he came.
the end.