Canus Wants Ink Done (Evren McAdams) @thatrandomperson

[troylus]

Canus leaves the hairdressers feeling good about himself.  He enjoys his frequent visits; the combination of looking great afterwards, being pampered and preened over, and gazing at himself in a mirror for a solid hour or two, makes for a very pleasant activity.


On this occasion though he has another establishment he wants to visit; the tattoo parlour. He's never had one before, but he's been planning it for a while.  He hopes they'll do it for him even though he's only 17 years old and he sure as hell doesn't have his parent's permission.  They'd kill him if they knew he was doing this.  If they found it on him they'd make him get it removed, most likely, and then ground him forever.

He walks into the shop with confidence though, no point showing that he's a bit freaked about getting into trouble for this. He admires the art work around him.  He turns and sees Evren, his eyes wide as he takes in the awesome tattoos on his neck and hands.  Great advertising space, Canus thinks to himself.  His eyes travel upwards, admiring the man's dark eyes.  He has his hair dyed but much brighter than Canus dares in pinks and purples.  Canus suddenly feels that his bleached white is rather dull, even though the hairdresser just fixed it up perfectly for him.  His parents had freaked out enough when he came home with it bleached blond, he couldn't even imagine what they'd do if he died it mixed up colours like the man in front of him.  

Canus really likes the man's piercings too, and decided to ask about those too.  Preferably something he can remove with too many problems to hide it from his parents.  

He smiles charmingly at Evren, his white teeth practically glowing.  "Hi, was wondering if I could get a tat and maybe a piercing done.  Is now convenient for you, or do I need to make an appointment?"
    

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

The day hadn't been very busy for the male, so when the bell rang from the opening of a door, Evren was ecstatic to hear that someone had decided to come in and check out the shop and possibly even get a tattoo. Turning his head to look at the male that had entered he would recognize that he was definitely younger than he was due to the dazzling smile and more boyish features that seemed to play upon his face. He looked old enough to be reaped if he were to be in any of the Districts, however since he was in the capitol he was as safe as he could be. The male would inspect him slightly, noticing his hair had probably just been fixed up and that the other had dyed his hair a couple times, not major colors like his own but more simple ones like the bleached blond or the noticeable brown streaks that could be seen running through the other's hair.

Upon the request that the other had had the Capitolite had found himself smiling with a nod. "Yeah, I can. Follow me?" The male would lead the other towards the chair where he'd be doing the work at, the occasional turn of his head to make sure that the other would follow him. "You seem a bit young to be getting tattoos and piercings and all of that jazz." He noted, looking at the other with a raised eyebrow and a small laugh escaped his lips at the thought. "Well, then again, I shouldn't be talking." Evren looked up at the other and shrugged. "I was getting my first tattoo at fifteen years old." He pointed towards the rose tattoo that was placed on his neck before shrugging. "So, what are you looking for in the tattoo?"

[troylus]

"I'm way older than that," Canus said being truthful, but thinking himself pretty clever for just avoiding mentioning his actual age. "And I know that this is something I really want, forever."

Canus sat down and produced a piece of paper from his jacket pocket.  He unfolded it and showed it to Evren.  It had a treble clef and a single bar of music with just two notes, played in harmony, a C and an E.  

 

"You can make it more artistic than that, but it needs to be clearly these two notes, so sitting just like this on these lines.  You follow me?" Canus looked to Evren, needing him to be very sure he had it right.  The meaning of the tattoo would be ruined if the artist got the notes wrong.  He'd heard enough horror stories of people requesting tattoos and ending up with words spelled incorrectly, although Canus suspected that might be the customer's own stupid fault in some cases.  


Up close now he could really see the artists features and he felt a strong attraction to him. He was incredibly cool with his tats, hair and piercings, and Canus wanted to either be him or be with him.  

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Upon the denial of his age a small laugh escaped his lips. "Alright, if you say so." His words would be filled with doubt in the actions of the other as he looked down at the paper, picking it up and studying it closely. "This is interesting, I don't think I've had someone do this before." He'd shrug, thinking of the victor and husband of a victor that he's given tattoos of, Katelyn and Maverick. Though he would nod. "Yeah, I can get that going. It might take a while, though." He said while getting his tools out and looking down at him. "Do you want any specific colors?" One of his eyebrows would arch in question as he looked back down at the paper as he placed it on his work table.

[troylus]

Usually when people laughed at Canus he would bristle with irritation and if he felt superior to them, he would give them an earful of scorn.  But this man didn't seem nasty as he laughed, and his bubbly personality made the laugh seem fun, as if he were laughing with Canus, not at him.

He was pleased that Evren thought the design original.  If he was going to mark his body with something indelible he didn't want something that had been done a thousand times and was cliche and boring.  "Just black thanks." He bit his lower lip in concentration.  "I don't know where I want it though.  Somewhere my parents won't see, but that I can show off if I want to to my friends and that. My hip maybe? Can you suggest somewhere good?" He scanned the older guy's body wondering where else he might have tats and blushing at the mental image.  

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Upon the male only requesting black for the color, Evren nodded as he got the color out and set up while listening to the other with a slight raise of the eyebrow. "Well, I don't think you'd be showing your friends your hip on a normal basis, so that might not work. Possibly along the bicep?" He'd nod while thinking of a spot to pick that his parents wouldn't notice, which obviously gave his age away to Evren. Upon seeing the red painting the other's cheeks he would shift uncomfortably, turning to the image and getting it somewhat memorized into his head. The Capitolite was sure the other was lying about his age, however he wouldn't bring it up as he'd definitely lie about it again.

[troylus]

Canus glanced at the tools and equipment that were about to be used on his skin.  "You got any pain killers or what? I don't really do pain, you know?"  

Canus gave the older man a flirtatious smile and lowered the edge of his pants so that his hip was visible. "If I get it on my arm they'll see and it'll be lazered off before you can say 'and now we're sending you to that dreadful academy we've been threatening you with for the last decade.' Just put it here, please, man. I can show this to my friends. Don't you show your hip to your friends?" He took an obvious glance at the artists' lower torso. "They are some sexy hips to be hiding from the world, dude." 

So far his flirting wasn't going very well, he feared.  The guy didn't seem to be responding.  But he seemed like he was gay, and Canus couldn't think of any other reason someone wouldn't find him attractive.  He ignored the age difference and that many people might find his cocky arrogance a huge turn off.  In his world everyone was confident and pushy.  If you saw something you wanted you went for it.  That's what being rich and powerful was all about, for him.  

He decided that if the guy didn't start flirting back he was just going to have to be straight up and ask for a date.  He didn't even really consider being rejected consciously, but somehow decided subconsciously to leave that until after the tattoo was completed.

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

evren mcadams

The male from the Capitol found this entire act a total ant utter joke as he looked around for the painkillers that the other had requested for, picking up the box and placing it on the tray where his tools were laying at along with the black ink. Upon looking down at the other with a monotone reaction placed on his face due to the flirtatious smile he had been given by the other. He would nod slightly, thinking of another place to put the tattoo on without the other trying to make some childish move on him since all of them were pretty useless in his opinion.

Evren would raise an eyebrow as the other had pulled down the edge of his pants to reveal his hip and it had caused him to roll his eyes. Someone was definitely very cocky and confident of themselves, which also convinced him to believe the other was seventeen. "Well, it's not every day that I feel the occasional need to show one of my friends my hip because that's definitely something I'd do on a normal basis." The male would say with a sarcastic tone inside of his voice, raising an eyebrow at the other due to the horrible attempts to get Evren interested in the other. "Since my hips are covered by clothing I'm pretty sure you wouldn't know what they look like."

He didn't find anything attractive about the other, there was no such thing of the idea towards the other due to the nature of his personality as he kept trying to fire flirts at him as if he were a gun.

[troylus]

Canus was pretty bad at noticing things generally - unless they pertained directly to him and his self-interest. In this case it related to him very directly, so he read the disdain and rejection loud and clear from Evren.  He wasn't sure what he'd done wrong exactly, he was just trying to be his usual friendly, flirty self.   He hoped very much that Evren wasn't hurt or upset by what he'd done, and he sat going over what he'd said and done in his mind.

He sat quietly, enduring the pain of the procedure as best he could.  Even with the painkillers he found it difficult, showing to the experienced artist that Canus must have a very low pain tolerance indeed.  

Afterwards he paid Evren, giving him a generous tip, and thanked him for his services demurely.  All thoughts of asking him out evaporated now that it was clear his advances were undesirable.