Ink Media March Ink // [Evren]

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Ink Media March Ink // [Evren] Jun 29, 2015 20:12:52 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 29, 2015 20:12:52 GMT -5

life is bigger
it's bigger than you
and you are not me
the lengths that i will go to

His little girls were five. Five. A whole hand full of numbers. How had that happened? His coworkers had started teasing him about bronzing them. "Nowhere to go but downhill from here, eh, Mav?" They goaded him. By the end of the day, he could barely tolerate it. The suggestion was, seemingly, harmless. And yet. They were his daughters, his offspring who could someday grow up to be... anything. They could be the President. But not if he tortured and trapped them in childhood. What sort of parent did people think he was?

He paced on the sidewalk beneath the behemoth of a media building, his fingers knotting into his overgrown hair. He needed to get it cut; Topaz had reminded him twice already. But he liked it long, and he liked that his daughters were growing older, becoming individuals. That's what should be celebrated, not the end of their childhood.

He was due at home in an hour for their birthday dinner. He stopped at a crack in the sidewalk, staring down at the creeping weeds. When he looked up again, he found himself in front of a neon sign. It was clearly a tattoo parlor, although he couldn't make any sense of the signs loops and curves. He frowned, wondering how he'd gotten so far afield, when he realized, "It's perfect."

He pushed open the door with his elbow, keeping his hands clean. He walked right up to the first employee his gaze landed upon. "I'd like a tattoo please."

Last Edit: Jun 29, 2015 20:20:27 GMT -5 by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]

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Ink Media March Ink // [Evren] Jun 29, 2015 20:30:30 GMT -5

Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Jun 29, 2015 20:30:30 GMT -5

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t hasn't really been a busy day for Evren McAdams, but to say that he wasn't surprised when Topaz Ross's baby daddy had walked in would be a lie. He was more than surprised, more like honored. The tattoo artist hasn't seen anyone relatively famous or anyone close to his high rank. He wouldn't bow down or do anything strange like the normal capitolites did, he would do what Maverick Miles would ask him to do.
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But in review of today, Evren wasn't particularly having a good day. He had been woken up by a drunken phone call from his mother which even just hearing his mother wasn't much fun at all to the male. Being woke up early meant he had the chance to go to the shop and set up earlier than he normally did, which seemed to be the only good thing to happen besides the fact Maverick had decided to come to him for a tattoo. The twenty-two year old knew that he was most likely overreacting, but with the man standing in front of him who wouldn't?
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Maverick had landed his eyes on Even, and the father spoke. "I'd like a tattoo please." The male had told him. Nodding, he felt kind of awkward in this situation not really knowing what to say or do to someone of a higher rank, he almost wanted to salute to him, what the hell, Evren? He thought to himself with a grumble. "Yes, come along this way." The tattoo artist had spoke to him. Leading Maverick into a chair, he had placed the tools on his small table. "Do you have anything in mind of what kind of tattoo you'd like?" Evren asked the man.
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Ink Media March Ink // [Evren] Sept 1, 2015 21:59:33 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Sept 1, 2015 21:59:33 GMT -5

life is bigger
it's bigger than you
and you are not me
the lengths that i will go to

The artist isn't exactly what Maverick would have envisioned, but he's long become used to giving people the benefit of the doubt. Case in point: Aranica Petros and Saffron Lowe. No one would have looked at either and thought victor, but they'd have been dead wrong. In some cases, literally. Maverick smiled his easiest smile at the lad and fell into step behind him. The shop was busy but not cluttered, colorful but not garish. He felt his conviction strengthening even as he eyed the sets of needles on the counter.

He vaulted into the seat, landing softly against the leather covering. Maverick tucked his hands into his lap. "I want to have my daughter's names etched into me. Permanently. I haven't given placement much thought, but I know color?" He offered an impish smile, putting this permanent decision into the boy's hands.

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Ink Media March Ink // [Evren] Sept 5, 2015 9:11:13 GMT -5

Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Sept 5, 2015 9:11:13 GMT -5

Evren had listened to the man intently waiting for what he had specifically wanted with his tattoo, and it seems that the male hadn't planned it thoroughly through besides the color from what Evren heard, but he didn't mind. He wasn't going to give the male the tattoo in a really odd place or out of this world, he had a spot in mind and he hoped there wouldn't be a problem with it. Smiling back at the older man he would nod and speak up with a question, trying to make sure he wouldn't mess up. "I've been thinking the inner forearm for your tattoo, if you don't mind?" He said while tilting his head and placing his tools on a rack nearby him. "What colors, also?" He said while opening his drawer filled with colors upon colors of choices.

He realizes that he might seem like he doesn't want to be there due to his monotone voice and uninterested look painted on his face, and he smiled again in almost a forced manner. He was being really odd today, though he wouldn't speak of it much.