Let These Words Last Forever // Arctic
Jul 2, 2015 21:09:29 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jul 2, 2015 21:09:29 GMT -5
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Just Ink about it.
Katelyn stood in front of the tattoo parlor and stared at the array of artwork detailing the artist's work. She had heard through the grapevine that Topaz Ross's husband had gotten work done at it. Inking her body had never crossed her mind before as the profession didn't exist in her home district, but she had taken with the idea over the week, being face to face with the games and the dying and the blood again. It gave her unpleasant flashbacks and memories that rose unbidden to the surface. Chaske begging her not to leave him. The faces of her allies in the sky. Promising herself, promising all of them that she would never forget.
She entered the parlor and immediately saw the artist running the joint. She wanted something simple."Uhm, hi. I'm Kate. But you probably knew that." She took a deep breath and focused on the artist's eyes. People in the Capitol had a tendency to fawn over victors and she wanted to brace herself for the probable gushing."I want twenty-three tattoos. I don't care how many sessions it takes, I'll pay." Digging into her pocket, she produced a folded piece of paper and unfurled it, revealing a list done in cursive.
Quartz Caplin
Jeff Ryder
Hedvig Fabre
Mason Hammerfell
Dillon Hartman
Prism Nixton
Daphne Riot
Alexis Rondhal
Pixie Ruined
Zeki Webb
Ellexias Verisity
Marchello Donner
Margaret Dubois
Wyatt Manderson
Velocity Rush
Elverum Troshaldr
Mystic Trotter
Chaske Parks
Bree Fawn
Jordan Scoff-Reye
Levi Izar-Krane
Gaia Cross
Kolton Enim
"I want these on my arms, my chest, wherever there's room. But put Le-" Her voice caught in her throat and she started again. Ellexias, Marchello and Velocity around my heart. Dillon and Chaske on either side of my neck, and Margaret across my collarbone."She took a deep breath.
"Can you do that?"
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Katelyn | Persimmon |
Just Ink about it.
Katelyn stood in front of the tattoo parlor and stared at the array of artwork detailing the artist's work. She had heard through the grapevine that Topaz Ross's husband had gotten work done at it. Inking her body had never crossed her mind before as the profession didn't exist in her home district, but she had taken with the idea over the week, being face to face with the games and the dying and the blood again. It gave her unpleasant flashbacks and memories that rose unbidden to the surface. Chaske begging her not to leave him. The faces of her allies in the sky. Promising herself, promising all of them that she would never forget.
She entered the parlor and immediately saw the artist running the joint. She wanted something simple."Uhm, hi. I'm Kate. But you probably knew that." She took a deep breath and focused on the artist's eyes. People in the Capitol had a tendency to fawn over victors and she wanted to brace herself for the probable gushing."I want twenty-three tattoos. I don't care how many sessions it takes, I'll pay." Digging into her pocket, she produced a folded piece of paper and unfurled it, revealing a list done in cursive.
Quartz Caplin
Jeff Ryder
Hedvig Fabre
Mason Hammerfell
Dillon Hartman
Prism Nixton
Daphne Riot
Alexis Rondhal
Pixie Ruined
Zeki Webb
Ellexias Verisity
Marchello Donner
Margaret Dubois
Wyatt Manderson
Velocity Rush
Elverum Troshaldr
Mystic Trotter
Chaske Parks
Bree Fawn
Jordan Scoff-Reye
Levi Izar-Krane
Gaia Cross
Kolton Enim
"Can you do that?"