[LOG] Tokyo Ink (Status - Incomplete)
Characters: Kuukaku, Karin
Location: That there Tattoo Parlor.
Date: May 7th.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Feeling the need to act rebellious, Karin hangs out with Kuukaku all day to get a tattoo, courtesy of Kuukaku herself. (Written by the both of us over Google Docs, so it starts out with both characters. I be just copy+pasta.)
Karin was reclined in the large seat of Kuukaku's Jeep. It was the weekend, and although it was a warm May day, there wasn't much for the young girl to do. Her birthday was only a couple of days away, and although this time of the year was the perfect time for young girls her age to travel to the mall in packs and fawn over boys as they sipped coffee from vente sized Starbucks cups. Karin only drank the coffee from the place she worked, and at the moment, she was far from bored. In fact, she was ecstatic. For long she had dreamed of stretching her wings and rebelling against the system. What the system was, she had no idea, but what she did know, was that getting a tattoo was the perfect way to say 'screw you world' and finally do something that was spontaneous and forbidden. Karin's mouth cracked into a small smirk at the thought of her father and brother finding out. Yuzu would probably think she was all kinds of cool...Toushirou...well, preferably, if she got it where she planned to get it, he wouldn't see that until she was at least 18....or drunk. Probably both.
They arrived at a stop light, Karin breaking the silence over the rock music that was echoing though the car interior, and outside the windows. Sex Pistols. "Kuukaku, you totally get five cool points for this."
"Five?" replied Kuukaku with a glance at her young companion. As they pulled to the stop, Kuukaku let go of the wheel while her left foot hit the clutch, hand reaching across her busty body to shift gears. It looked like a total pain in the butt, and it was, but the woman had long gotten over it and dealt. She refused to get an automatic car, if only because she wanted to be controlling her life as much as she could. If, by some sad event, Kuukaku got in an accident that turned out to be her fault, she wanted it to be obvious. She didn't want her car to crap out and have no idea why. But anyway.
"I think I deserve a few more points than five for this." The brunette laughed as the light changed. Her foot hit the clutch again and she changed gears over to one, going into two after picking up speed. Their turn was actually not far away, the sign on the side of the building hanging in plain sight.
"You ready for this?" she asked. Kuukaku had yet to tell Karin that she, too, was going to get some ink done. She already had some strange swirl-like tattoo on her right hip, from long ago, but it was time for something bigger. She had the design all drawn out, bought on the internet from an artist a friend had suggested. He actually did a really bang-up job.
"Okay fine, SEVEN cool points..." Karin joked, holding her fingers up for emphasis. "I, Kuukaku, and more than ready for this. I've been thinking about getting a tat for I don't know how long now. I already know what I want, and I am more than pumped up for this. A new guitar for my birthday is fine, but this is pretty damn awesome..." Karin never felt the need to watch her language around certain adults, especially Kuukaku. Karin was one of those teenagers that had a different life outside of the one she had at home. She still was a good kid mind you, but there were times where she felt smothered by her "adoring" father, to her overprotective brother. She didn't know what a tattoo would do to change that, but the idea was still welcome, especially if someone else was paying for it.
"Where is this place anyway? I already checked out the store online and everything, and from what I'm thinking, it shouldn't be all that hard to do."
"It's right here, princess." The elder woman pointed over the wheel before making the turn into the parking lot of the small strip mall. Parking the car, Kuukaku cut the engine and hopped out of the vehicle. "Lets go, kiddo. Know what you're gonna get?" She had no problem with this, and while she believed Karin was ready, a part of her told her that she shouldn't be doing this.
Ah well, she was. Haha world. Together Kuukaku and Karin were going to kick some ass.
"Yeah, I know what I'm gonna get. Do I have to take my shirt off or something?" Karin asked, exiting the car. Subconsciously, she peered around, making sure that there wasn't anyone who could possibly rat her out to her father. It seemed like whenever Karin tried to sneak around to do something, she always ran into someone who was going to tell on her. The last thing she needed was Rangiku bouncing our of Victoria's Secret and getting her back again for that prank she pulled way back in January. "Because if its a hot guy doing the tat, I'll totally do it. And anyway, what are you getting? I can't imagine you're just gonna sit there and watch me..."
"You only have to take it off if you're getting it somewhere that needs you to take it off, duh." Kuukaku shook her head, arm reaching out to push Karin away. It was as if the motion was like "you're stupid" and that was it. Not that the woman would call the youngster stupid, she wasn't. It was just a silly question.
"And people wonder how I like the tattoo on my thigh," she laughed. Apparently her first tattooist had been handsome. Unfortunately, the men here were just very kind and fun, also entertaining. But, unless Karin was into men in their fifties who had been doing this for all of their life, bodies covering in paint with long gray hair like a biker. . .she would not find them attractive.
"I have a drawing in my pocket, actually. It's going on my left arm."
Karin crossed her arms and put on a proud smirk as they began to walk through the mall. True, the idea might have been a little flamboyant, but Karin honestly couldn't think of something that she'd rather have on her body for the rest of her life, than her two biggest passions in life. Unlike the douche-bags who got kanji all over their body, she had thought this out, and was convinced that it was a unique idea.
"A flaming black Gibson Les Paul with a Soccer ball decaled on the guitar itself. I thought that up about a year ago actually, and one of my friends from school drew it up for me. It may be simple, but its not going to be big. I shouldn't be caught with it either unless dad becomes a lot more creepy and lifts up my shirt or something. Otherwise, I think my lower back is fine."
Kuukaku only laughed, listening to the girls description. "Well, it sounds glorious. Do you have the picture? They can't do it without the image." Running her hand through her hair, letting it loose, the dark chocolate strands flopped down the left side of her face and coiled over her breast. As she had spoken, she nudged Karin into the tattoo shop on the sidewalk of the outdoor mall, using her hip.
"Hey, Takanaka." Kuukaku smiled at the young man behind the desk who was reading some magazine. Absolutely gay, but he hardly looked it. Seeing Kuukaku, he gave a smile.
"You brought a friend for the deal? I knew you'd make it." The woman only shrugged in return and pointed toward Karin. "She'll go in first. Tell George it's a T-Stamp."
Karin reached into the back of her pocket to pull out the folded picture she had kept hidden for a good while. It was in a slight graffiti style, which is what had drawn Karin to it in the first place. It would be exceedingly easy for a professional artist to copy it; so Karin wasn't necessarily worried about the turnout. It was more so that impending feeling that she knew she was going to be pricked over and over again with a needle for two hours. Even if nobody saw the tattoo, she'd be walking around like she had a hernia for a couple of weeks. Hopefully dad wouldn't notice...which she knew was bull, because he totally would.
Honestly, Karin was confidant in her coolness ratio; but she was actually nervous in this place. The store just reeked the smell of cool. Cool, and a combination of ink and sweat. She didn't want to be lame or anything, or just another teen who didn't know how to act somewhere where they weren't supposed to be. (She maybe have been so, but she still didn't want to admit it).
Karin stripped off her sweatshirt, and looked back at Kuukaku. "So what? You're not gonna come hang out with? Isn't this an experience you would just love to share with me?"
Tattoo's weren't hernia worthy, in Kuukaku's opinion; but no on had asked. Smirking, she waved her hand at Karin. "You want me to hang out with you?" she asked to Karin, looking at Takanaka. "Kids. Look what I have to go through at work. She does this every day." The man only laughed, knowing his friend's humor.
"I'll tell him you're here," said the Asian man with a wave before going through a door-sized space in the wall to the back of the shop. While he did that, the brunette woman moved over to Karin and looked down at her with a smirk. "You're getting it on your lower back, right? You don't have to take your shirt off. Quit being such a ho." She was only teasing, by that smile on her face. "Besides, we are in a public place. What if your dad walked in?"
"My dads here? Where?" Karin squeaked, turning her head left and right before she realized it had been a joke. Then, that was when the "I'm a stupid teenager" feeling set in, and she shot Kuukaku a quite acerbic glare. "Don't...JOKE, like that. The last thing I need is somebody from his work spotting me in here. Dad would freak. Lets just get this started, so I can get out of here. I feel somebody is going to walk in any minute."
Karin took out the picture from her pocket, and waved at Kuukaku to follow her. "Cmon. You're the only person I can use a potty mouth with, so of course I want you there. I'll probably curse up a storm with how much I heard getting a tattoo hurts. Oh man, you better get the soap to wash out my mouth ready..." Karin muttered, her voice laced with sarcasm.
The one-armed woman only laughed, shaking her head. "Whatever you say, kid." And she followed. In the back room, George smiled at the two and motioned for Karin to come have a seat on the chair. He walked her through the process, then asked her to turn around and sit against the back of the chair, leaning on it.
"Take a nap," teased Kuukaku as she sat on a second chair. The boy from the front had told her that another artist would be in soon and could start hers shortly. She only nodded and agreed to wait. Looking at George, she grinned. "Ain't it sad when a girl gets her first tat?" she asked. The man chuckled as he rubbed at the spot where Karin's tattoo would go with alcohol to sterilize. Clearly the old vet wasn't much of a speaker. Which was fine, as long as he did a great job. Which Kuukaku believed he did.
"Ready Kare-Bear?"
Location: That there Tattoo Parlor.
Date: May 7th.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Feeling the need to act rebellious, Karin hangs out with Kuukaku all day to get a tattoo, courtesy of Kuukaku herself. (Written by the both of us over Google Docs, so it starts out with both characters. I be just copy+pasta.)
Karin was reclined in the large seat of Kuukaku's Jeep. It was the weekend, and although it was a warm May day, there wasn't much for the young girl to do. Her birthday was only a couple of days away, and although this time of the year was the perfect time for young girls her age to travel to the mall in packs and fawn over boys as they sipped coffee from vente sized Starbucks cups. Karin only drank the coffee from the place she worked, and at the moment, she was far from bored. In fact, she was ecstatic. For long she had dreamed of stretching her wings and rebelling against the system. What the system was, she had no idea, but what she did know, was that getting a tattoo was the perfect way to say 'screw you world' and finally do something that was spontaneous and forbidden. Karin's mouth cracked into a small smirk at the thought of her father and brother finding out. Yuzu would probably think she was all kinds of cool...Toushirou...well, preferably, if she got it where she planned to get it, he wouldn't see that until she was at least 18....or drunk. Probably both.
They arrived at a stop light, Karin breaking the silence over the rock music that was echoing though the car interior, and outside the windows. Sex Pistols. "Kuukaku, you totally get five cool points for this."
"Five?" replied Kuukaku with a glance at her young companion. As they pulled to the stop, Kuukaku let go of the wheel while her left foot hit the clutch, hand reaching across her busty body to shift gears. It looked like a total pain in the butt, and it was, but the woman had long gotten over it and dealt. She refused to get an automatic car, if only because she wanted to be controlling her life as much as she could. If, by some sad event, Kuukaku got in an accident that turned out to be her fault, she wanted it to be obvious. She didn't want her car to crap out and have no idea why. But anyway.
"I think I deserve a few more points than five for this." The brunette laughed as the light changed. Her foot hit the clutch again and she changed gears over to one, going into two after picking up speed. Their turn was actually not far away, the sign on the side of the building hanging in plain sight.
"You ready for this?" she asked. Kuukaku had yet to tell Karin that she, too, was going to get some ink done. She already had some strange swirl-like tattoo on her right hip, from long ago, but it was time for something bigger. She had the design all drawn out, bought on the internet from an artist a friend had suggested. He actually did a really bang-up job.
"Okay fine, SEVEN cool points..." Karin joked, holding her fingers up for emphasis. "I, Kuukaku, and more than ready for this. I've been thinking about getting a tat for I don't know how long now. I already know what I want, and I am more than pumped up for this. A new guitar for my birthday is fine, but this is pretty damn awesome..." Karin never felt the need to watch her language around certain adults, especially Kuukaku. Karin was one of those teenagers that had a different life outside of the one she had at home. She still was a good kid mind you, but there were times where she felt smothered by her "adoring" father, to her overprotective brother. She didn't know what a tattoo would do to change that, but the idea was still welcome, especially if someone else was paying for it.
"Where is this place anyway? I already checked out the store online and everything, and from what I'm thinking, it shouldn't be all that hard to do."
"It's right here, princess." The elder woman pointed over the wheel before making the turn into the parking lot of the small strip mall. Parking the car, Kuukaku cut the engine and hopped out of the vehicle. "Lets go, kiddo. Know what you're gonna get?" She had no problem with this, and while she believed Karin was ready, a part of her told her that she shouldn't be doing this.
Ah well, she was. Haha world. Together Kuukaku and Karin were going to kick some ass.
"Yeah, I know what I'm gonna get. Do I have to take my shirt off or something?" Karin asked, exiting the car. Subconsciously, she peered around, making sure that there wasn't anyone who could possibly rat her out to her father. It seemed like whenever Karin tried to sneak around to do something, she always ran into someone who was going to tell on her. The last thing she needed was Rangiku bouncing our of Victoria's Secret and getting her back again for that prank she pulled way back in January. "Because if its a hot guy doing the tat, I'll totally do it. And anyway, what are you getting? I can't imagine you're just gonna sit there and watch me..."
"You only have to take it off if you're getting it somewhere that needs you to take it off, duh." Kuukaku shook her head, arm reaching out to push Karin away. It was as if the motion was like "you're stupid" and that was it. Not that the woman would call the youngster stupid, she wasn't. It was just a silly question.
"And people wonder how I like the tattoo on my thigh," she laughed. Apparently her first tattooist had been handsome. Unfortunately, the men here were just very kind and fun, also entertaining. But, unless Karin was into men in their fifties who had been doing this for all of their life, bodies covering in paint with long gray hair like a biker. . .she would not find them attractive.
"I have a drawing in my pocket, actually. It's going on my left arm."
Karin crossed her arms and put on a proud smirk as they began to walk through the mall. True, the idea might have been a little flamboyant, but Karin honestly couldn't think of something that she'd rather have on her body for the rest of her life, than her two biggest passions in life. Unlike the douche-bags who got kanji all over their body, she had thought this out, and was convinced that it was a unique idea.
"A flaming black Gibson Les Paul with a Soccer ball decaled on the guitar itself. I thought that up about a year ago actually, and one of my friends from school drew it up for me. It may be simple, but its not going to be big. I shouldn't be caught with it either unless dad becomes a lot more creepy and lifts up my shirt or something. Otherwise, I think my lower back is fine."
Kuukaku only laughed, listening to the girls description. "Well, it sounds glorious. Do you have the picture? They can't do it without the image." Running her hand through her hair, letting it loose, the dark chocolate strands flopped down the left side of her face and coiled over her breast. As she had spoken, she nudged Karin into the tattoo shop on the sidewalk of the outdoor mall, using her hip.
"Hey, Takanaka." Kuukaku smiled at the young man behind the desk who was reading some magazine. Absolutely gay, but he hardly looked it. Seeing Kuukaku, he gave a smile.
"You brought a friend for the deal? I knew you'd make it." The woman only shrugged in return and pointed toward Karin. "She'll go in first. Tell George it's a T-Stamp."
Karin reached into the back of her pocket to pull out the folded picture she had kept hidden for a good while. It was in a slight graffiti style, which is what had drawn Karin to it in the first place. It would be exceedingly easy for a professional artist to copy it; so Karin wasn't necessarily worried about the turnout. It was more so that impending feeling that she knew she was going to be pricked over and over again with a needle for two hours. Even if nobody saw the tattoo, she'd be walking around like she had a hernia for a couple of weeks. Hopefully dad wouldn't notice...which she knew was bull, because he totally would.
Honestly, Karin was confidant in her coolness ratio; but she was actually nervous in this place. The store just reeked the smell of cool. Cool, and a combination of ink and sweat. She didn't want to be lame or anything, or just another teen who didn't know how to act somewhere where they weren't supposed to be. (She maybe have been so, but she still didn't want to admit it).
Karin stripped off her sweatshirt, and looked back at Kuukaku. "So what? You're not gonna come hang out with? Isn't this an experience you would just love to share with me?"
Tattoo's weren't hernia worthy, in Kuukaku's opinion; but no on had asked. Smirking, she waved her hand at Karin. "You want me to hang out with you?" she asked to Karin, looking at Takanaka. "Kids. Look what I have to go through at work. She does this every day." The man only laughed, knowing his friend's humor.
"I'll tell him you're here," said the Asian man with a wave before going through a door-sized space in the wall to the back of the shop. While he did that, the brunette woman moved over to Karin and looked down at her with a smirk. "You're getting it on your lower back, right? You don't have to take your shirt off. Quit being such a ho." She was only teasing, by that smile on her face. "Besides, we are in a public place. What if your dad walked in?"
"My dads here? Where?" Karin squeaked, turning her head left and right before she realized it had been a joke. Then, that was when the "I'm a stupid teenager" feeling set in, and she shot Kuukaku a quite acerbic glare. "Don't...JOKE, like that. The last thing I need is somebody from his work spotting me in here. Dad would freak. Lets just get this started, so I can get out of here. I feel somebody is going to walk in any minute."
Karin took out the picture from her pocket, and waved at Kuukaku to follow her. "Cmon. You're the only person I can use a potty mouth with, so of course I want you there. I'll probably curse up a storm with how much I heard getting a tattoo hurts. Oh man, you better get the soap to wash out my mouth ready..." Karin muttered, her voice laced with sarcasm.
The one-armed woman only laughed, shaking her head. "Whatever you say, kid." And she followed. In the back room, George smiled at the two and motioned for Karin to come have a seat on the chair. He walked her through the process, then asked her to turn around and sit against the back of the chair, leaning on it.
"Take a nap," teased Kuukaku as she sat on a second chair. The boy from the front had told her that another artist would be in soon and could start hers shortly. She only nodded and agreed to wait. Looking at George, she grinned. "Ain't it sad when a girl gets her first tat?" she asked. The man chuckled as he rubbed at the spot where Karin's tattoo would go with alcohol to sterilize. Clearly the old vet wasn't much of a speaker. Which was fine, as long as he did a great job. Which Kuukaku believed he did.
"Ready Kare-Bear?"