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The one thing every tattoo studio has in common, is the guy who thinks he can hack a days session...
His natural golden skin has sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scares me just to look at him. His eyes close and he sucks himself into a deeper place to cope. Sweat pooled on his brow, his upperlip, the nape of his neck, his breath dragged in and out like razor blades against a chalkboard and his face returns to the white of the ink...
The low buzz of the tattoo gun echoes around the room and finally, Arken ceased the noise and all that could be heard was his clients breath. "I've got a fainter." Arkens husky, tainted-Texan accent bellowed across the parlour. Another man, as covered in tattoo's as Arken was himself, came from the back room with a can of pepsi, a chocolate bar and a cold flannel "How much did you get done?" the man asked with a smirk lilting his lips "20 minutes, this guys paid for the entire day..." Arken replied with a chuckle.
Popping his equiptment down, he took the drink and the chocolate from the other and placed the cold flannel on the comatose males forehead. When the client came round, Arken soothed him with the Pepsi and chocolate and grinned "Want to carry on?" The Initia teased. The client on the other hand stood and left promptly.
"Well thats my day suddenly free..." The intia responded with a sigh, sitting back in his seat.
He only hoped he'd get a walk in soon...
Priscilla had finished with her counselor at the local college; the counselor had mentioned that Priscilla needed to begin looking into an internship at a local tattoo parlor. Leaving the college counselor ‘Cilla was now determined to find her new internship home. The pressure was now on for her to put her insecurities of her artistic visions behind her as she found a reputable place to sink her fresh talons into. Her dark chocolate optics scoured the city for tattoo parlors that looked promising. Using the voice feature on her phone she searched for reputable and five star parlors; she found a parlor in which she’d pasted multiple times while going to her favorite coffee shop .
Parallel parking the vehicle; she moved from the driver side seat as she opened the door. Priscilla saw the inside of the building a tattooed male inking another male. Soon P’ saw the other male fainting in the chair. Her dark chocolate optics widened for a moment as she began rethinking her options once more. How would the nephilim handle moments like those that had just unfolded in front of her. Watching on the outside as the male moved into the back room. Her heart raced as all her insecurities began flooding her mind. Soon her mind began thinking about the buzz of the tattoo gun and the feeling of watching someone walk out with her art inked forever on parts of their bodies.
Once Priscilla had gathered her courage to enter the shop; the male who’d been unconscious on the table had finally come to and was exiting the building. Priscilla entered the store once the male had exited, her optics began gazing around the walls that were littered in template of ink the artist did. Some of the templates were normal, but others were more creative and most had more detail.
Snapping out of her gawking at the beautiful creations on the walls once she heard the male’s low tone ringing through the parlor. A soft nervous voice graduated from the Nephilim’s voice. “Is the owner around?” She asked the tattooed male.
Her fingertips tapping at her sides as she awaited the male’s response.
Arken had been sat for a while, sketching some new work on a big A3 sketch-pad, smudging with his finger the pencil lines he was creating. His brows had knitted together in the middle as he chewed on the end of his pencil, turning the page to and fro to see the art from different angles before adding some more lines here and there.
Hearing the door, the Initia glanced up and saw a female walk in, black hair around her neck and tattoos littering her skin. Arken couldn't help but stare at the handy work of her artist. Her voice broke his concentration and his eyes flicked to hers. "That would be me today." He said softly and smiled. Placing the A3 pad down on the counter, he then hissed as he inhaled "Well, I say today. The 'Owner' Pays the rent, I run the place so I presume I'm the bossman." Arken joked, his accent heavy with Texan twists.
"Are you here for a tattoo?"
The arrangement Arken had with the owner was purely business and, even to him, confusing. The owner paid the bills, the expenses and such, Arken however ran the parlour, hired, put orders in and ran the place...The 'owner' was his silent partner of sorts. He smiled as she beamed Perfect and he nodded "Great." Arken chimed, almost in thanks that she understood him.
Arken had been admiring the tattoo's he could see and cocked his head to the side as she asked about interning here instead. He opened his mouth to respond, but closed it as she continued. He offered his hand out to take the Sketch pad from her and had a flick through. He wasn't really looking for an intern, so he glanced quickly at the first couple of pages then...Wait
Arken paused, looking more intently at her line work, his brown furrowing as he concentrated. Her lines even in pencil were crisp, her dot shading too..."This is an impressive pad." He said with a smile and flicked through every design she had.
Handing the pad back to her, He grumbled in thought for a moment before ranning his fingers through his hair. "I don't usually take on interns...But that Sketch pad is amazing. So, When are you available to start?"
Confusing as the arrangement sounded between the silent partner and the male who now stood before her. The tattooed Nephilim was aware of the confused appearance that had come over her features showed loudly. Oddly enough she understood the arrangement most tattoo parlors nowadays were run that way. The head artist made orders, hired others and over all ran the business while the silent partnered owner sat back and collected some of the profits.
Priscilla noticed the male admiring the tattoos that played peekaboo from the collar and arms of her long sleeved shirt. Clutching onto her sketch pad, for only a moment longer before handing the book over to the male. Nervously, she watched as he began flicking through the pages. Her insecurities were heightening even more than they already were. Being an intern tattoo artist wasn’t something most heard about, because most parlors didn’t allow them. They were more of an insurance risk.
A glimmer of hope sparkling in her dark chocolate optics as she watched his facial features. Watching as his eyes fixated on the pencil lines that were crisp and her dot shading. “Why thank you.” She purred bouncing on her heels some. However she knew not to excite herself too much. She knew that he may not accept her as an intern.
Priscilla took the pad back into her hands and she watched him fighting with his own thoughts. Noticing his hand run through his hair she soon heard his voice speaking and the excitement burst from within. “Thank you! Thank you! I can start whenever!” She chirped loudly.
Her beaming voice called up and he couldn't help but chuckle, holding his hands up and trying to calm her. "Alright Alright." He joked with a grin stretched across his features. "Im Arken Hazard, I'll be the one teaching you. I do have the qualifications to do that I just...I wouldn't say I'm good at it." He said with a smile.
After their introductions, he gestured for her to follow him, speaking as he walked. "We only have one entrance so, we come in and out where the clients do. The equiptment we have is set up every morning, disinfected, cleaned and sterile but I won't be showing you that for a while." Arken wandered to the back of the store, opening up a door to a short corridor with four doors "Bathroom at the end, Office, stock room and a private room for if you're inking any...Well...Privates." Leading her into the office, He wandered behind his oak desk and sat down, opening up the laptop on the top.
"Lets see" He purred, clicking a few buttons. "I'll have to send you some things including contracts and must knows but, its not overly formal here." Arken then twisted the laptop around to face her, the contact information page up. "Here, can you fill that in? then I need to know if you've ever done ink before? Or if you know the basics?"
Priscilla’s cheeks flushed with a light pinkish color as her own excitement embarrassed her in front of the stranger. A soft smile covered her features as the male introduced himself. “Priscilla Brone, It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Hazard.” A chuckle fell from her lips at his last comment. Her own introduction felt more informal than his own, but she never was one to be formal. P’s father being a journalist meant his introductions were never formal. She of course learned from her father and took after him in most of her mannerisms.
Noticing his gesture for her to follow after their introductions; She obeyed and began closely listening while they wandered to areas of the parlor. Flipping to a blank sheet of paper in her sketchpad; she began jotting down the general rules and routines. “Equipment set up, disinfected, sterilized,” She whispered under her breath as she continued to follow him along to the back where the private rooms were along with the restrooms and office. Following him towards the end of the corridor where the office resided. Before entering she sketched the small corridor with the four rooms, and labeled each door with what they were for her own memory.
Once he was seated behind the desk; Priscilla found herself seated across from him. Watching nervously as he began clicking a few buttons. “Okay” She responded with a smile beaming across her features as she nodded in agreement. Soon after agreeing to him sending her some contracts and the must knows. He turned the laptop in her direction. “Sure I can fill this out” She paused for a moment, before she began going section by section and filling in the information. Looking up from the laptop for a moment, a chuckle left her features. “I have done ink before, the majority of the ink I have I did myself.” Priscilla paused for a moment as she looked over the document. “Only some are done by other worthy artists.”
The minute she began taking notes, Arken smiled a little. It was one thing to be talented, another to actually want all of what comes with being a tattoo artist. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. He'd been asked by a few people around Evermore that wanted to learn, but none as passionate as Priscilla seemed.
As she was filling out the NDA and paperwork, Arkens brows shot up in question. "May I?" He asked, moving around the table to take in her art that presented across her skin. Arken too had done most of his own tattoo's, only a few having been trusted enough to mark his skin so permanently. "Well, I hope going back to skins won't be too annoying for you." He teased, sitting on the edge of the desk.
"I won't lie, I can't pay you much, but in return I won't charge you for the internship, lessons or equipment. But im not saying it'll be easy. I'll teach you everything the way I was taught, so a lot will just be watching..." He smiled then and shook his head. "I hope im not putting you off, I promise you'll be tattooing soon."
With that, he pushed off from the desk and wandered towards the door. "Lets see what you already know." He asked, cocking a brow as he moved to his 'station' in the parlour. Quickly, he took the tattoo machine to pieces, placing each piece carefully on the bed before him, something he could do in his sleep.
"Can you put it into working order?"
Her passion for the art was practically overflowing; the way her optics lit amongst everything he showed her. Doting her i’s and crossing her t’s with passion while she took delicate, yet informative notes of what the male had been coaching her about working in the field. It’d been her life long dream to become a locally famous tattoo artist, but she knew that took time and lots of hard work. Full-filling her dream at becoming a locally famous tattoo artist had already proven to being a lot of work, but her passion for drawing and tattooing was something P’ couldn’t resist. She was rather talented in both skills.
While filling out the NDA and the paperwork; the two were chatting about ink and of course Priscilla found it pertinent to mention how she tatted herself. She noticed how his brows shot up as soon as she mentioned tattooing herself. “Of course.” She said, rolling up her sleeves, allowing him to gaze at the art that she’d done herself. Reading over the forms while still continuing to listen to him speaking “I’ve been dying to ink some skin, I’ve done test template tattoos on places of myself that I can’t even say aloud!” She exclaimed with a geeky laugh.
Finishing the digital paper work her attention returned to his own while he was speaking to her; honestly she wasn’t in the business for the money. She inherited quite some money when her father passed away and she was set for years. In all honesty she just wanted her work to be known. “Honestly Mr. Hazard, if I am being completely honest I don’t really need the money.. I am well off due to inheritance.. I enjoy creating creations and tattooing them into the flesh of strangers. It’s an honor that you even considered hiring me as an intern.. I am thankful.” She said generously.
Priscilla watched while the male removed himself from the desk and padded towards the office door. “Alright” She didn’t question his reasoning for wanting to know what she knew. She knew just like any other that no one wants an amatuer interning for them. Coming to what she assumed to be ‘his’ station. She watched as he began ripping apart the machine that they used to ink people.
“Do you have any doubt that I can’t put it back into working order?” She challenged playfully; before reaching for the tattoo gun to begin assembling the gun into working order.
A smile brought up his features as she allowed his to inspect the ink of her arms. He could tell instantly where the two artists differed, but both were a professional level. He smiled and nodded. "they're incredibly good. I might have to rethink how I teach you." The truth was, Arken didn't know how to approach her training because she was so advanced.
She then refered to him as Mr. Hazard and it was like a full body cringe that stopped him in his tracks. "Just Arken, please...Just Arken." He muttered before rolling his shoulders trying to shake off the feeling that was brought round with being referred to as his surname.
Running his fingers through his hair as he moved over to the machine and begun dismantling it. Once he stepped back, her joke made him laugh out loud "Confident P'" He said, shortening her name already. Once she put the machine together, The initia nodded with a smile and scratched at the back of his neck. "Okay. Next one."
Arken moved towards the reception desk, googled a standard, fine line tattoo, a boring outline of an anchor, minimal shading and a rope around it. He printed the image and handed it too her, gesturing to the transfer copier.
"I want that tattoo."
He began looking at his arms for a spare spot of skin, finding a spot of the crease of his elbow and pointing. "There. Lets see how good you really are." He grinned, challenging her with a smirk.
After reassembling the tattoo gun after Arken dismantled the machine from working. Her fingertips of course worked with ease as she placed pieces back together. “Of course Ark’ “ She teased as she too shortened his name in a playful manner. The Nephilim gazed back into his direction watching as he scratched the back of his neck. “Next?” She questioned quietly to herself. Her mind began racing as she thought of the tests he was about to put her through. Priscilla was professional enough and beyond internships, but she started schooling late in life. Being coached in art while she was a child really helped her along and her father encouraged her creativity as a child and even as an adult.
Gently; Priscilla placed the tattooing gun onto the sterilized plated table before following him to the receptionist desk. Her dark chocolate optics narrowed some watching as he googled the standard, fine line tattoo. She cringed at the thought of tattooing a figure so basic on his flesh. Taking the printed image from his fingertips, she frowned for a moment as she went to the transfer copier.
Pris’ transferred the image onto transfer paper as she began sketching the image onto the transfer paper. Sketching her own details into the design as; looking towards him for a moment as she sketched out some ideas to match in with his other tattoos that littered his flesh. “So you want this tattoo correct?” She asked, turning around and showing him the improved sketch of the new design
“You want that tattoo? That basic..” She didn’t mean to argue, but the artwork he already had was gorgeous artwork and he deserved better.
The artist wasn’t attempting to overstep or overcompensate for herself, but as for him being her mentor. Priscilla wasn’t about to tattoo a minimalist tattoo on his flesh forever. She would have never been able to live with herself. “I am ready when you are.” She chirped in a bright tone.
Watching her carefully as she took his design, his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile littered his features. She was taking in the art across his skin and incorporating his style into the simple anchor design. P' already presented the styles of a tattoo artist, she knew her way around the shop and he knew she'd know her way around the tattoo gun too which made his brain begin to whirr...
As she turned the new design around, he leant forwards and took it in. It was perfect, so far from the life drawing he'd found. Nodding, Arken pointed to her version and smiled a little brighter. "I'll have that one." He asked and nodded again. Her design was beautiful and intricate too with a lot of different strokes and needles for the tattoo machine.
Arken smiled towards her and nodded "All ready." He said, taking a seat on the tattoo bed. "Strange being sat here and not on my wheelie." He muttered and gestured to the small stool on wheels that he usually whipped around the shop on. He crossed his legs under him and held out his arm, pointing to a little dolly with draws beside the bed.
"Everything you need is in there, inks, needles, razors, lotions, tissues, cleaner, cleanser..-" With every word he reeled off, he pointed to a different draw for her, The draws were perfectly organised and incredibly clean with most things in sterilised packaging.
"Maybe while you're doing this you can tell me more about you?" He asked then, cocking a brow "Yours hopes and dreams." He added teasingly.