Fresh Ink, Fresh Blood.

[Aysel]

She had come in to Adrenaline to start her night. She liked beginning her night at the shop because it was generally quiet and relaxing. Unlike the bar where she would finish out her night by serving drinks, wrangling drunks and suffering through music that was far to loud.

She picked up the insulated tumbler and sipped absent minded from the straw, barely tasting the warm blood that spilled in to her mouth. She was busy going over the books, checking appointments and cash flow. It was an easy job, and she saw her calendar was wide open. She wasn't as well known as the other artists here and usually handled the walk in appointments. Hopefully she would build a client base and get some steady work going. But for now, she simply bounced between the shop and the bar.

Setting her tumbler down, she pushed back from her chair and moved to the back of the shop. Using a strict routine and regiment, she began cleaning the stations and readying them for the artists and clients, laying out needles still sealed in their sterile packaging, covering bottles of solution in fresh plastic and making sure each station had a fresh box of gloves. She even set up her own station, just in case.

Once she had finished every thing, she moved back to the front of the shop and took up her chair again, along with the tumbler to sip from. Leaning over the desk, she checked her watch for the time, then bent her head over her sketch pad, working on an intricate Bedouin design while she waited for walk-ins or appointments.

[Henry Torvin (DELETED 5505)]

Driving home from his shift at the local bar Henry was tired and ready to get home for some much needed sleep. Working these night shifts were taking a toll and he felt the effects heavily, coming up to a stoplight he took a look to his right and noticed a tattoo shop called Adrenaline. He looked at the time on his radio and figured it wouldn't hurt to atleast take a look as he has been wanting to get a tattoo for some weeks now but could never find a decent place. Once the light turned green he drove around the block and pulled up in front the marketplace. Taking a few minutes to text a friend he was going to be late as he was supposed to pick up some groceries for him.

Walking to the shop he took a few to remember the name in case he was to come back later, opening the door to the shop he heard the bell ring and walked up to the counter waiting for a clerk. He looked around the place checking out all the decor and art scattered across the room admiring the work. He already knew what he wanted to get and where but it wouldn't hurt to browse other idea's and decided to go through some example's inside a binder.

Pulling out his wallet to check and make sure he had enough cash, which he did, he slipped it back into his back pocket and crossed his arms as he always did to wait.

[Aysel]

She heard the bell but ignored it for a moment, giving whom ever had entered a chance to browse the flash art that graced the walls of the shop. Her head canted to the side as she added a few more intricate lines to her sketch. Giving it a critical look, she wrinkled her nose and sighed, something was still not right, but it would have to wait. Pushing the book aside, she eased her chair back and stood so she could be seen over the counter. An easy thing as she stood easily at an even six feet. The tactical boots she wore gave her an extra inch over that.

She folded her hands and leaned on the counter, the black tracings of her tattoos looked darker thanks to the bright lights of the shop. The design that ran from her fingers all the way up her arms and disappeared under the material of the simple olive green tank top was relatively new. A part of her recent journey that she couldn't remember. She gazed at her hands in thought, then pushed her thoughts aside as it did no good to try and think on things she couldn't remember.

Instead she directed her gaze to the gentleman that had entered the shop, surprised to find he wasn't browsing at all, but rather standing there waiting for her to pull her head out of the clouds. She straightened up from her position of leaning on the counter and met his eyes with a slow, easy smile. She pushed a hand through her red and black curls as she studied him for a few brief moments.

"Welcome to Adrenaline. How may I help you?" She asked, her voice was low and quiet, her ever present accent coloring her words. She spoke just loud enough for the man to hear her as she studied him. Her head tilted slightly to the side and she could hear his heartbeat, the sound was tantalizing and made the contents of her tumbler less than appetizing as she thought about the fresh, warm blood that ran through his veins.

[Henry Torvin (DELETED 5505)]

He stood there with his hands in his pocket watching the woman leaned on the counter, he glanced at her artwork on her arm and studied it for awhile. He could tell she was obviously passionate about her work as it emitted from her own artwork and her sketches he glanced at while she wasn't looking, glad that he at least would get a good artist to do his first tattoo.

He could see her glancing him over, it was a strange look almost as if she was eyeing the new kid in class. Which in this case I guess he qualified for as he never even been inside a tattoo shop until today. As she ran her fingers through her hair he smiled as it reminded him of someone from back home and it was something he tried to forget but yet it always seemed to find a way back into his thoughts. Focusing back on the woman who he realized had addressed him while he was lost in thought. Clearing his throat he looked back at her with a smile...

"Um yeah, i'd like to get a tattoo and I already know what i'd like to get so I don't need to browse anything."

Taking a breath he slowly exhaled hoping he didn't sound to nervous in front of her, hopefully his tired voice covered it up. He wondered how long the tattoo would take if he decided to get it today otherwise he'd have to call his friend to pick him so that he wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel. Still looking at her he waited for a reply.

[Aysel]

-- The following transcript is a live chat roleplay --

Aysel: She felt her brows inch upwards and the corners of her lips twitched as she attempted to hide her amusement. With one hand, she closed her sketch book, picking up her tumbler with the other. "Then you do not have an appointment, it is safe to say?" She questioned, her accent coloring her words, thick now, more exotic, than it had been before her trip. She sipped from the purple straw and tried not to crinkle her nose. The contents of her cup had taken on a plasticy taste.

Henry: He watched her nervously knowing he sounded even more nervous than he thought. Scratching the back of his neck he looked at her and shook his head. ''No I do not, was hoping to do this and get it over with so I can head home and sleep it off.'' He crossed his arms uncomfortably wondering if he should really go through with it, of course he did. He wanted this tattoo and he wasn't going to be unnerved by the gaze of this tattoo artist.

Aysel:She laughed softly and canted her head to the side, smokey grey eyes watching him. "It is not as bad as you make it sound. You do not 'sleep off' a tattoo. It will always be with you." She took another sip and then set the plastic cup aside, to disgusted by the tarnished flavor to continue. "Do you have a sketch already? Or would you like me to draw it up while we talk?"

Henry: He raised an eyebrow at her laughter, knowing the laugh was at him. ''Well I meant the after effect of the tattoo piercing one's skin cells but you know.'' He already had a sketch with him but since his drawing was pretty terrible he decided he'd let her sketch it out and hopefully if it was good it meant her tattooing skills were just as such. Unfolding his arms he leans on the counter and calmly says. ''I don't have a sketch so we will have to draw one up here instead.''

Aysel: "Alright." She turned away, giving him her back as she retrieved a clip. Gathering up her red and black tresses, she clipped them up messily, revealing the lace work tattoo that covered her arms graced her shoulders and vanished in to her tank top. Turning back, she beckoned him to follow. "Let's go in back, we can sit at my station and talk." She moved from behind the counter, then, belatedly, offered him a hand in greeting. "I'm Aysel."

Henry: Seeing her turn he looked at her arms and admired the work for a second before realizing he was staring, turning away he inhaled the smell of ink in the building which for some reason he hadn't noticed before. Turning back to her, ''Alright sounds good to me.'' Following her he stopped suddenly as she turned and offered her hand to him, he took it and shook her hand firmly but softly. ''I'm Henry.''

Aysel: She returned his handshake with a firm one of her own. "Nice to meet you Henry." She said softly, then led him to the back of the shop. She was dressed in khaki shorts and tactical boots that went with her olive drab tank. It was an outfit she found to be much cooler when she was working in her bar. "Please, have a seat..." She said, waving a hand at the simple black padded chair. "Tell me about your idea."

Henry: Following her to her station he couldn't help but wander his eye's and take a look around the shop at all the decor. ''Nice to meet you too Aysel.'' he said while looking around. He pulled his phone out his blue jeans and checked to see what time it was, wasn't too late, as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Getting to her station he told him to have a seat on a black padded chair which he did and moved around a bit to get comfortable while turning to face her. ''Well I want a cross either on my chest or the top right of my back right on the shoulder. It will be a cross with the points looking like a three point rounded star. On the top of the cross I want it to say All Saints have a Past, and on the bottom All Sinners have a Future. And I haven't decided the type of text.''

Aysel: She listened, though she had yet to begin drawing his idea, the sketch pad simply resting on her knees. "Why that particular design?" She asked partly out of curiosity, partly out of wanting to hear the emotion behind the idea.

[Henry Torvin (DELETED 5505)]

Henry: He turned away from her at the question, not knowing what to say. It's not like it was something he willingly told strangers and especially not his tattoo artist. ''Well it's a bit of a private incident, not really custom to telling strangers.''

Aysel: Her pencil tapped idly as she watched him, remaining quiet, she simply waited. If he was going to tell her then he would, and if not, he wouldn't and she would do her best. So she simply waited a few moments more, just to see if he would change his mind.

Henry: He gazed at her before turning back away and smiled. ''Silently persistent aren't you?'' He sat there thinking for a bit before finally deciding to speak. ''Couple years ago my sister was driving home from school when a drunk driver hit her off the road and flipped her car. He survived and she didn't, couple days after the funeral I was angry rather than mournful and I tracked him down through the police report I took from the station. And let's just say that he moved away of some sorts and I left town and came here. I started staying with my friend and got a job at some local bar. So basically I was a good guy before the accident and that was the past. After what I did to that man it changed and I hope that I have a future somewhere and doing something. That's what the tattoo means.'' Laying his head back he stared up at the ceiling wanting to sink into the chair and out of her gaze.

Aysel: She listened to him, the tonality of his voice, the emotion, the way he couldn't look at her. And that is when she began the sketch, translating his emotion in to a drawing, the top script was jagged, broken, a lot like he was, and the bottom was soft and elegant, quietly obvious. She said nothing to him, leaving him to his thoughts as she bent over her work, the pad angled so he wouldn't be able to see and interrupt. She would make changes after she showed him the first draft.

Henry: Sitting there quietly he looked to her and saw her drawing on her pad, she obviously did not want to be interrupted so he decided not to bother. Closing his eye's for awhile he decided to get at least a few minutes of rest before she finished as he was still tired from the day of work. He kept wondering what the tattoo might look like as he had idea's but never really pictured it as much but he knew she would come up with something good as she would not have asked to hear the story behind it.

Aysel: She finally finished and couldn't help the small smile as she watched him dozing. She cleared her throat and spoke his name to wake him, feeling it was probably safer than trying to shake a total stranger awake. "Henry, wake up... I need your input."

Henry: Opening his eye's it took him a moment to remember where he was, sitting up he turned to her and extended his hand to the pad to see what she drew up. ''I'm sorry it's been a long day, let's see what you got.''

Aysel: "It is quite alright." She said with a smile, handing him the sketch pad. "Feel free to make any adjustments. This art is eternal and you must like it before you put it on your body."

Henry: Holding the sketch he smiled and handed it back to her. ''It is perfect.'' Leaning back a bit he start to think for a bit before looking back at her, ''Just still not sure where I want it is all.''

Aysel: "How about I pencil you in for tomorrow evening. You can get some rest and think about it, and I'll get the stencil ready."

Henry: He could feel the relief at her words and couldn't help but to smile. ''Sounds great to me, at least this time I will have that appointment.''

Aysel: "I do not mind walk-ins, but you are tired and this will take at least two hours." She set the sketch aside and smiled. "Eat before you come, and bring something like soda or juice to drink for while you are here."

Henry: ''Thank you, and I will be sure to bring some redbull so don't worry.'' He gets up out of the chair and extends his hand to her. ''It was nice meeting you Aysel and I look forward to our appointment tomorrow.''

Aysel: She slid her hand in to his and smiled. "It was nice to meet you as well, Henry. Shall we say eight pm?"

Henry: ''Eight sounds great, I will be here on time.'' He shakes her hand and turns to find his way back to the door.

Aysel: She walked with him to the front, taking up her spot behind the counter again, she marked his name in the calendar.