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Post by Sydney Agatha Socko on May 4, 2012 0:55:23 GMT -5
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[/div] Socko was having an exciting, exciting day. She was acting more hyper than usual, which we all know is a scary, scary thing. Right now, she was waiting for the love of her life her girlfriend, Evan Jaxon Lovato-Crane (best name ever, ugh, everything about that girl was the best), in front of a tattoo shop. Today was the day! Socko, after getting a signature from her dad, was getting. A. Tattoo. A tattoo. Her mum was probably going to kill her, but it's not like Socko wanted to go into modelling and have perfs skin and be completely everything all the time. Besides, there were all kinds of models with tattoos nowadays. Kate Moss, Heidi Klum, Freja Beha. Rick Genest! Granted, no way was Socko ever getting the extent that Rick had done, but still. He helped prove her point. Socko bounced from foot to foot, smoking a cigarette. She didn't smoke often, but sometimes it helped her calm down. Lord knows she needed to. She was just so.... sooo... excited!
Socko already had a good idea of what she wanted. She wanted a hummingbird. It had been a point of deliberation for a long time, but now Socko knew almost exactly what she wanted. She wanted a hummingbird. They were a perfect representation of her- small, flighty, buzzing, hyper. Happy. Bubbly. Sparky. She was considering giving the hummingbird some flowers, so he wouldn't go hungry. After all, she couldn't just let him go hungry. Other than knowing that, though, Socko wanted to leave a lot of it up to the artist. They were the creative one. And Evan would be there to help. Socko just hoped she could sit still through it. She was getting more and more excited; a stray bit of static electricity shot through her fingertips and burnt through her cigarette. It smelled... Lightning-y now. Since the thing was almost gone anyway, Socko dropped the but and crushed it out.
Where was Evan? Socko felt like a fool just standing there, but then again, she had been there for all of thirty-three seconds. Time was passing so slow. And ever since her disappearance, Socko didn't like long stretches of Evan disappearing. Socko wasn't clingy, not at all. She knew Evan needed space. But. It had been a few days, and they had talked, but they hadn't seen each other. Socko wanted to wrap her arms around her girlfriend and tangle her fingers in the gorgeous red locks and smell in the dark temptation chocolate axe Evan was so fond of. Ugh. Socko hoped she didn't seem clingy. Clingyness was terrible, right? But still. She wanted some Evan.
And she couldn't wait for her tattoooooo!
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on May 6, 2012 0:58:13 GMT -5
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Evan was a tattoo snob. It was in her blood. Every family member who mattered had at least one tattoo. Brandyn had one, small and tasteful, her dad has two small and two large ones, her papa had them everywhere, and Evan had seven of varying sizes. It had been drilled into her head from a young age that if she wanted tattoos she had to put a lot of thought in them, since her papa had a lot of ghetto ink that he kind of regretted. Put your heart into the tattoo and if you weren’t going to put in the time to care for them properly then you didn’t deserve the tattoo. It was a lifetime commitment. So when Socko mentioned wanting one naturally Evan had drilled proper care into her. Unscented soap when showering for two weeks. Use unscented lotion on it at least thrice a day and whenever it got itchy. Don’t put it in the sun too much for the first while. Don’t pick at it. It will bleed and it will feel like a sunburn for the first little while. Bring orange juice and a snack to the tattoo parlor. She had gone through it all, because she didn’t want Socko to have a shitty ugly tattoo stuck on her for the rest of her life. And then Evan had gotten super excited that she was getting to share this with her love of her life girlfriend.
She had dressed in a way that showed off her own ink, short denim shorts that revealed her thigh and ankle tattoo and an oversized shirt that hung loosely on her petite frame which showed both her Michael Jackson eyes and a bit of her phoenix. The only ones that weren’t all that visible were on the back of her neck, the top of her foot and along her finger. The Michael Jackson eyes were her favorite and the one she liked to show off the most. She just liked that sometimes they gave people the creeps. Evan had almost opted to not even bring a bag with her but then she figured that Socko might forget to bring herself something to eat and some juice, so a small bottle of orange juice and a few chocolate bars into her rucksack just in case. And her ipod in case Socko got freaked out by the gun noise like her dad did. And then she was off, practically skipping to meet Socko and speeding up when she saw the head of short blond hair.
“SPARKY!” |
[/color] Run, run, run, run, tacklehug! Her arms flew around her girlfriend and squeezed her tight, hands finally all heeled so she didn’t have to worry about being careful with her hugs any more. Evan then spun around to face Socko and bent to give her a kiss, quick but loving before taking the other girl’s hand. “Are you ready? Are you nervous? It’s okay to be scared. Did you remember to bring juice?”[/color] [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sydney Agatha Socko on May 13, 2012 1:04:24 GMT -5
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[/div] Finally! There she was! Socko gladly accepted her girlfriend's rampant tacklehug, squeezing back every bit as tight and inhaling deeply. Evan had this... smell, okay? More than the Axe, even. Just. Whatever. It was awesome. And Socko had missed it too much. The seven inch seventeen centimeter height difference had Socko burying her face into Evan's neck before the redhead pulled away and ended the hug. It was okay, though, because Evan gave her a kiss, and those were always awesome. Socko was sure to interlace her fingers with Evan's, while Evan asked many rapid questions.
“Are you ready? Are you nervous? It’s okay to be scared. Did you remember to bring juice?”
Socko was, of course, babbling in rapid Brit speak. "Well of course I'm ready and nervous I mean it's like three layers of skin isn't it? And I have like an entire six pack of Juicy Juice in there but they didn't have the apple raspberry (she pronounced raspberry "Rasp-berry") so I had to settle for white grape which is like okay I guess but just not nearly as good as apple raspberry I mean duh." Socko gave Evan's hand a squeeze, then went for the door, still going... and going... like an energizer bunny. "You don't think my little sparks will mess up anything I mean I discharged everything but I'm so excited so I just gave off a little spark when I was smoking that cigarette and I should be okay that's always just in my fingertips and obviously I'm getting this done on my shoulder because that's where I want it because that's where I've always wanted it and how many flowers should I get to feed the hummingbird I mean I can't let him go hungry but I also don't want to get it too big because my mum will absolutely freak out if it's too big but still."
By this point, anyone in the shop who wasn't being tattooed or tattooing was outright staring at the rambling blonde. "Oh, hello! I'm here to get a tattoo and this is Evan she's here to help me and see I have snacks she's been bugging me about the snacks ever since I mentioned the tattoo thing and so see I have juice and cookies and- OH NO. NOOOO. NO I FORGOT THE COOKIES SYDNEY MUST HAVE EATEN THEM THAT BASTARD." Socko dug through her purse, searching for that plastic baggy full of what surely must be in her roommate's stomach. Ugh. Boys. Always eating things that girls needed. "Well that really sucks but oh well is there an available artist I can speak with because I have an awesome idea but I need someone with talent to actually draw it out and put it on my body if you know what I mean and I sure hope you do because it's your job." Smile bigger than ever, Socko walked up to the counter and waited for people to come to her and for this to happen.
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on May 17, 2012 1:21:21 GMT -5
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Evan had never really been the subtle type. She wasn’t one of those people who cared enough about society’s opinion to try and be a little less gay in public. If she was dating a girl and wanted to hold that girl’s hand then why should she worry about such a thing? It seemed really stupid to be scared of something like that. Then again, Evan could handle herself in a fight well enough to be able to punch the lights out of anyone who tried to oppress her. If she wanted to tacklehug Socko she was going to. If she wanted to kiss Socko she would. People who didn’t like it could suck a dick and die in a fire. Her hand happily held onto her girlfriend’s, swinging it back and forth a bit just for something to do. Honestly, every time Socko talked Evan just swooned. Half of the time she wasn’t even completely listening, she was simply hearing the accent and unable to really hear the actual words. “I brought orange juice and some snack bars just in case you forgot,” |
[/color] she smiled. “I came prepared and if you don’t want or need them more for me.”[/color] She squeezed Socko’s hand back and walked in with her. As far as Socko’s sparks went, Evan had thought ahead. She had thought ahead in more ways than one today. She had warned her favorite artist, who she knew could do a great job with Socko’s tattoo plan, that they would be there and had thought to bring extra drinks and snacks and had bought a pair of electricity gloves. “Don’t worry, baby, I thought ahead. I got you a present. My first tattoo I almost set the place on fire when Papa stepped out for a smoke so I figured you’d probably be pretty similar. And just so you know, it’s really hard to actually listen to you sometimes. All I hear is the accent and I like my women like I like my tea, hot and British.”[/color] She had been waiting a while to actually have a reason to say that. It had been sitting up there in her mind for a long, long time. She loved that Socko had such a big habit of rambling. It made her hearing but not listening somewhat easier to hide. She could simply say that she couldn’t keep up with how quickly Socko was talking. “Don’t worry, I have snacks,”[/color] she repeated calmly, giving Socko’s hip a playful squeeze and patted her bag. “I got you covered.”[/color] The receptionist Socko was speaking to was about to get the portfolio books ready but Evan waved for her attention. “I called a week ago and talked to Jason, he knows we’re coming,”[/color] she explained, then turned to Socko with a cheeky smirk that showed how proud she was of her planning. “Most places don’t do walk in’s, you have to come in and book a consultation and then book the actual tattooing. But this guy is the one that did my phoenix, MJ eyes and film reels so we’ve gotten pretty acquainted by now. I wanted to make sure you got someone good and that you didn’t have to wait so long so I called him and pulled in a favor.”[/color] She bent down to give a kiss to Socko’s temple while the guy in question came out from the back and smiled at the two girls extending a hand for Socko to shake. “I’m Jason, you must be Sparky. Do you have a drawing of what you want? I can fix it up for you while you fill out the paper work.”[/color] [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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