can't go back now [des]

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

I was sitting in my bed, staring at the blank, white wall in my room. I really needed to spice up my room a bit, but I didn't have the money.... It was also pretty boring here in my room. I didn't have a TV, no laptop, all I had was my phone. I side, pulling my iPhone out of my drawer in my side table. I turned it on, flicking through my phone slowly. Yeah, nothing new... I sighed, getting up out of bed looking at the clock. It was only one o'clock in the evening....

Too late to be sitting in the bed, too early to get in the bed.

I ran my hand through my tangled, blond hair and heading towards the bathroom. I took a dreaded look in the mirror, yeah I looked like crap. Nothing a shower, some makeup, and crazy looking earrings wouldn't help. I shrugged a bit, slipping out of my clothes and into the shower. I took a long, warm shower and then blow dried my hair quickly.

Hmmm....

How was I going to fix my hair today?

After blow drying my hair, I rain a brush through it and then grabbed my cheap curler. For a walmart special, it was a good one. I created long, loose curls with my curler, and when I was satisfied, I laid the hairspray to it. Then, I walked to my closet, picking out a pair of faded, ripped short shorts and a Marilyn Monroe shirt. Something cute but comfortable. After sliding into my clothes, I put on some plain black bobs and some tricked out black, feather earrings. I grabbed my leather jacket and put it on and stuck my phone in my coach bag. I sat my bag on my messy bed and then quickly put on some makeup. It was light and natural.

I grabbed my purse and darted out the door, tan legs pulling me slowly down the hall and out the door. I looked up at the sky, it was gray and blue, a sure sign that it would rain.

Oh well.

I shrugged my shoulders, taking my time as I walked down the street.

Where would I go today?

I stopped as I rounded a street corner to think. I looked around and seen a car rental place. I smirked a bit, reaching into my purse to see how much money I had. Ah, just enough money to purchase a car for a couple of hours. I walked into the car place, it didn't take me long to pay and fill out papers. They gave me a 2010 black Nissan Altima, I was satisfied, it would get me where I needed to go. I hopped into the car, tossed my coach into the passenger seat, clicked my seat belt, and turned the car on. I was headed into town. When I got to town, I slowed whenever I came to a tattoo parlor....

Hmmm....

I pulled next to the large building and unclicked my seat belt. I sat there for a couple of minutes. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and hopped out of the car.

Was I really going to do this?

I stood there at the door, just staring at the door. I took a deep breath and walked in, this girl was going to try something new. I walked over to a wall where there was pictures of tattoo designs hanging. I was thinking butterfly.

CLOTHING.
MUSE. ALRIGHT
TAGS. GID
NOTES. N/A

[Gideon Jacobi Hunnam]

The shop was quiet, almost too quiet. The flow of clients had ebbed earlier and now he was left to his own devices. Now anyone who had known Gid at least five minutes, would know that he couldn't just be left to his own devices. Silence never truly boded well with him. Chocolate orbs flickered to the digital clock on the wall, boring into the small electronic contraption. He had at least 5 hours til closing time. It was still early in the day, just past noon. This was normally the "break" time in the shop before more walk ins and appointments showed up. He heaved a heavy, bone-weary sigh that came out as more of a growl. He despised being bored. But here he sat, reclined in the stool in front of the front desk. His back leaned against the wall for balance. His long limbs hung loosely at his sides. His gaze bored holes in the clock, simply watching and forcing the numbers to change.

The shop radio was on in the background, playing the local rock station. He always needed background noise, otherwise he was likely to go insane in the silence. The other filler noises consisted of the soft hum of the central air and the low breathing of his beloved dogs. He glanced toward the corner of the shop where a pair of dog beds were set up. Selkeä was currently curled up on her powder blue bed, fast asleep. Kuu, however, was propped up on his fore legs, sitting patiently and watching the door. He was always on alert to people passing by the shop. Kuu breathed out a similar sigh to his owner's. Gideon couldn't help but smirk at that. Kuu had been his first dog and ever since they had a close bond and practically acted alike. He watched the two for a moment longer, then glanced toward the front door.

He had noticed a few people pass by the shop. It was summer so the weather was nice and he could pick up on a couple people now and then with ink or piercings. He simply shrugged, looking away and casually singing along to whatever was on the radio. He glanced toward the desk and looked over his appointment book. Most were not due until later in the day. He wasn't sure what to do with this vast frame of free time. He debated ordering food or just flipping through a magazine. He hadn't had lunch yet and it was around that time anyway. Though right as he moved to find the take out menus, he noticed a car pull up in front of the shop. It was a new car by the looks of it, owned by someone who was obviously well off. He himself had some nice cars thanks to his father's profession as a cardiologist, but he never flaunted his wealth.

He watched as a young blonde got out of the car and approached the shop. He couldn't help the amused smirk that crossed his features. She didn't look like the regulars he got, she must be new. He feigned innocence and flipped through a nearby magazine to look busy. He continued singing to himself, watching as Kuu stood up from the corner of his eye. Kuu had guard instincts and usually was never aggressive, just cautious. He watched as Kuu approached the girl and sniffed at her. He tried not to laugh at his dog's curiosity. He shrugged it off and focused on his magazine. He wasn't really reading, just biding time until the girl spoke up. He had a bad habit of gauging the kind of work the client wanted done before they said anything. He was certainly getting a feminine vibe from this girl. She looked like she was here for a piercing and if she wanted ink, it'd probably be something generic. He simply shrugged, not caring either way. It gave him something to do at least.

tag;; Shelley/Char
word count;; 660
muse;; decent

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[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

My dark green eyes flicked around the wall, looking at all of the tattoos. Some of them was definately out there, some were simple and plain, and some were girly. Of course, being the person that I am, I would want something girly. I clutched my large coach bag close to my body as I tensed up, my eyes had placed themselves upon a large skull tattoo that would have covered my whole back. I winced a bit, then all of the sudden I felt a cold nose on the calf of my leg. I jumped a bit, not expecting to see a dog sniffing me.

This just wasn't the place you would plan on seeing a dog.

Definitetly not.

I smiled a bit, showing a batch of pearly whites. My golden curls bounced around my shoulders as I turned around hurriedly, jumping back a bit. I took in a deep breath, and then released the air, trying to calm myself. I bent down, placing one hand on my leg and outstretching one towards the dog. I was trying to show the dog I meant no harm and it was best that this dog sniffed me before I tried to pet it.

I mean..... what if this was one of them mean guard dogs?

Hopefully not.

The dog hadn't scared me, just taken me by surprise. I straightened my back up, standing as tall as I possibly could, and we all knew that wasn't tall. I barely reached 5'2, so much shorter than most normal people. Oh, but people couldn't take advantage of me, certainly not. I cleared my voice as I listened for someone, I heard rock music and eased towards the front counter or desk or whatever. This place was so strange to me, so I moved kind of awkwardly, but threw some fluidness in there. I placed my hands upon the counter, allowing my purse to fall from my shoulder and into the crease of one of my arms. There was a man sitting behind the counter.

This must be the owner.

I cleared my throat again, trying not to be so awkward. "Hello there... I would like a tattoo." I smirked a bit, knowing that was not what he was going to expect. I was not a normal girl, I liked to challenge myself, I liked to surprise people. "Actually I would like a tramp stamp. Do I need an appointment?" I asked curiously, peering at him over the counter as I pushed myself upon my tippy toes. My french tipped nails clacked against the counter top, I turned away from the guy. I pushed my back up against the counter, my leather jacket creaking against the pressure. I listened to the rock music quietly, trying to calm myself.

Yes, I was just a tad bit nervous.

But, I couldn't show that I was nervous. No one could know that I was nervous, I had to act like a fearless, rebellious girl who was getting a tattoo. I had to act like this was just another day in paradise...

Now, back to tattoos.

CLOTHING.
MUSE. BAD
TAGS. GID
NOTES. SORRY, CRAPPY POST!

[Gideon Jacobi Hunnam]

Smoldering chocolate brown glanced back toward the clock. Not much time had passed since the girl had come in. He had plenty of time for a walk in and from the looks of things, the girl wasn't looking for anything extravagant. He absently watched her pace the walls of designs that he had sketched up randomly. Everything was pretty uniform and generic. The popular designs lined the wall. His personal designs were in his portfolio. He could have her look in there and see if anything caught her eye. She appeared to be wanting a tattoo and not a piercing like he had thought. It was all the same to him but he wasn't much for piercing people. He had hired someone for that. He wasn't too good at it himself. He brushed off the thought and fought a laugh as Kuu ended up spooking the girl.

True, this was not a place to find pets. Gideon had made an exception to that cliche. The shop was set up like any other tattoo shop, but he had added some things to make the atmosphere more comfortable. There was a lounge in the back and that was an added addition that he was sure most shops didn't exactly have. He turned his focus back on the girl, who was now trying to show Kuu she meant no harm. He smirked and watched as Kuu sniffed her hand, snorted and trotted back to his bed. Apparently deeming her safe enough. His companion had awoken and the slender golden Saluki was merely watching the girl move around. Her head still resting on her bed. He simply shook his head at his dogs before turning back to his magazine.

He had long since lost interest in it, sliding it to the side for the moment. He glanced at the appointment book for a moment, making sure he had time, which he was sure he did. Nodding to himself, he glanced back when he heard her purse plunk down on the desk. He turned his head and glanced up at her. He could practically feel her nervousness. This was nothing new to him, most first time clients were nervous. Hell, he was nervous when he had received his first tattoo from his uncle. Who had then smacked him in the head and told him to sit still, calling him a pansy. This was all in good fun though since his Uncle practically raised him and was his mentor for years. He taught him everything he knew about the tattoo industry.

Gideon simply raised his right eyebrow and raked his fingers through his mass of choppy ebony and ivory hair. He watched the girl a moment longer. He figured she'd want something like that. Tramp stamps were quite popular and feminine. He had done several in his career of varying designs. He absently reached over and drug his large binder full of designs closer. He tapped his fingers on it and glanced back at her. "No, you don't need an appointment. Well normally you would, but I'll just consider this a walk in. I just need you to fill out this card with your information. Also if you know what you want, write it down on the card. If you have a reference that'd be great too." He replied in his usual, soothing business like tone. He needed to calm her down, he knew she was nervous and was okay with that. But it wasn't something to be scared of. At least that's how he saw it.

"Also I'm going to need to see an ID or driver's license. Just so i know you're of age. The policy is you must be at least sixteen. Also if you don't have a clear idea or want more examples. This is my portfolio, feel free to look through this." He added after a moment, he pushed the card book with the standard form forward along with his binder of designs. He leaned back again and glanced toward his dogs. "Oh and don't mind them, they don't bite. Kuu was just checking you out. He does that with new faces. He has a guard dog instinct but he's never bitten anyone. He just looks intimidating...like his owner." He replied, casually. "You have no need to be nervous. It's perfectly normal, but it's really nothing bad. I'll be as gentle as I can. I can't promise it'll be painless but I'll do my best to make it easy on you. You want a drink, I got a mini fridge in the back. Maybe that can help calm your nerves." He added after a pause. He didn't need the poor girl passing out on him. Though inwardly he couldn't help but laugh at how awkward she was. It was just the kind of guy Gideon was.

tag;; Shelley/Char
word count;; 814
muse;; decent

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[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

I decided to turn back towards the guy and try to be semi-social, I had to get a grip on myself. I sighed, leaving my purse upon the bar, I shrugged out of my leather jacket and then asked. "Is there anywhere I can put this? It's kind of hot in her." I flipped my long, blond curls off of my shoulder. Only if my parents could see me now, I smirked a bit, perfectly glossed lips pressing into a line and curling up at the ends. This guy didn't seem like the talkative type.

What, did a cat have his tongue?

I shiver ran up my spine as I looked around the room, the thought of some stranger sticking a needle into my skin freaked me out. I resisted the shiver by standing up straight and placing one hand on my hip. I tilted my tan chin up just a bit, trying to make my 5'2 bodice seem larger than I really was.

Yeah.... that was really working out.

Only, not really.

And to beat it all, the dog that I had looked for comfort from had now trotted off. I made a humph noise and took another look around. Well, to be a tattoo parlor this place seemed clean and comfortable. Not the usual, well, I had never seen one of these places in person, but it seemed nice enough. I ran my hands down my sides and then straightened the front of my shirt out, I was trying to look decent. Well, truth be known, I was trying to get my mind off of what I was about to do. I would have this tattoo for life, there was no going back now.

Not now, not ever.

My cold, forest green eyes were now plastered on the much larger guy. He ran his fingers through his hair and was resisting a smile, I could see it on his face. I frowned, what was he laughing about? I gave a sigh when he said I didn't need an appointment. I didn't know if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of dread, but it was a sigh. If I would've had to have had an appointment, I could have gotten out of this. I just sent a smile his way, trying to offer him a pleased smile. I wasn't sure how that was going to work out. "Okay, well, I'll fill out whatever I need to." I stated coolly, I was trying to be as calm as possible. I reached into my purse and pulled out my drivers license and laid on the cold counter.

I took the card from him gently, I felt as if I was going to break out in a cold sweat. I just nodded as he spoke to me, I guess I would get a butterfly tattoo. So, on the card, I wrote my name, Shelley Lipps and then wrote down that I wanted a plain butterfly done in neon colors. Yeah, that wouldn't be so bad. "Do you care if I see your book for a better idea?" I asked with a smile, pressing the end of the pen, drawing the tip back inside so the ink wouldn't dry out. Whenever he said something about being nervous I slammed the pen down on the counter. "I am not nervous. I am not scared." I stated firmly, my tone rolling smoothly off my tongue in a loud manner.

I sighed a bit, running my fingers through my curly hair. I finally came to a nice butterfly drawing in his book. The wings were elegantly drawn, flowing easily. The colors were bright and outlined in a thick, black line. "But, a water would be nice."

CLOTHING.
MUSE. ALRIGHT
TAGS. GID
NOTES. N/A

[Gideon Jacobi Hunnam]

Gideon tried his best to rein in his amusement. This woman was just too much. She carried herself with so much pride in herself and she looked like she just stepped out of a plastic box. She was clearly one of those snooty, rich girls. Just as he expected. He had seen this before. Girls getting piercings and tattoos just to tick off their overprotective parents. He remembered how his own mother had taken seeing the wings on his back. He had been beaten black and blue by his mother's boy toy of a boyfriend just for it. He didn't care and drug his bruised body back to his uncle's house. They didn't bother to ask and his mother never sent for him. Not that he cared anyway. She never paid much attention to him anyway. Shrugging out of his reveries, he glanced up at the girl. He watched her peel off the jacket and jerked his head to the side, indicating the hooks where his clients could hang up their coats.

He then simply reached over and took her jacket, tossing it up on one of the hooks himself. This girl was just trying to hard, he supposed. He glanced down as she pulled out a driver's license. He carefully pulled it towards him, glancing over it, then up at her. He glanced over the card again before sliding it back to her. He deemed her of age, judging by the birth date. She didn't exactly look her age, but he learned not to judge by looks. He shrugged and waited as she filled out the card. He didn't even have the grace to jump when she slammed the pen down. He just raised a brow as she blatantly stated she wasn't scared or nervous. He could see through her game. He wanted to comment but shrugged it off. He watched her look through his portfolio, stopping on a butterfly he had designed on a whim.

He had a habit of drawing things when he was bored. Sometimes he took so much pride in it, he shoved it into his portfolio. Other things he kept to himself. She she was after a butterfly on her lower back. Simple enough and not exactly original. He had figured she wanted something feminine. He gave a casual shrug and pulled the sketch out of the sleeve in the binder. He had pre-cut it so it had a small amount of space around the design. "Easy there, Prinsessa." He purred, putting emphasis on his Finnish accent at the last word. He gave a sly smirk and took the card from her that she filled out. He slid out of the chair, preparing to go get her a bottled water from the mini fridge and prepare a sketch and stencil. "So you're looking for something similar to this? If so I can go duplicate this and make the stencil real quick." He asked, casually. He leaned his hip against the desk for a moment.

It would only take roughly five minutes to trace the sketch and put it through the machine to make a stencil. Then he'd call her back to his room and get started. Though it may take a tad longer since he had to make sure it was big enough. "Exactly how big are you wanting this?" He mused aloud. She was a small girl so he'd need to adjust it, slightly. He made a note to mark out the places with the stencil paper. That was he had an accurate measurement to go by. Pushing off the desk, he wandered back to the lounge and pulled a bottled water from the mini fridge in the corner. He returned just as quickly as he left and set the bottle in front of her. "I can't give you an accurate size just yet, but the smallest I'd go is around forty. Just depending on how big you want it. Also I need specific colors. Then we can get started." He added after a moment. Just getting everything straight before getting to work. Also he wanted to string this out as much as possible, she was his source of entertainment for the time being.

tag;; Shelley/Char
word count;; 700
muse;; decent

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[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

I had been standing there, jacket in hand, not even really paying any attention to it. The guy finally answered me, jerking his head to the side, pointing me in the direction of a coat hanger. Just as I took a step forward, he took the jacket from my hands and tossed it upon one of the coat hooks. My shoulders dropped then rose, in a shrug like manner, my eyes had softened now and I was starting to relax. There was no reason to get worked up, so, I allowed my muscles to untense themselves and I took a deep breath and slumped slightly. I watched the guy, he was thinking about something, for there was a thoughtful expression on his face.

Actually, I knew what he was thinking, that I was a snooty, rich girl, that's what everyone thought when they first meet me. So, it was true, but I could be a nice person... perhaps. But, it would just take some work.... a lot of work, that was for sure. This had been a stupid idea, me coming here to get a tattoo to try and make my parents upset. They wouldn't even care, heck, they probably wouldn't even get to see the blasted thing. But hey, I might as well and relax and get this tattoo. It had been a stupid idea, but on the bright side, I met a new person today and I would carry a pretty butterfly with me everywhere.

Yeah... the positive thinking was not going to work.

I sighed a bit, tapping a finger against the counter easily. I had overreacted that was all, I couldn't help myself, it came natural, being a diva and all. I had been raised to find myself as one of the most amazing people in the world and that's how I presented myself to others.... apparently. I shrugged it off, moving my body around the counter, looking at the pictures on the wall. Some of them were so beautiful, my eyes twinkled in delight at all of the bright colors. I turned back towards the guy, and tried to offer him a real smile this time, gently taking my license away from him when he was done looking over them.

Yeah, he didn't think I was 18, but he looked over it. Most people thought I was 15 or 16, I wasn't sure if it was my looks or the way I acted, or even perhaps a combination of both. Whenever the guy called me princessa, I wanted to growl, to be honest. I really didn't like to be called princess, in english language, but I would allow it, just for this one day. His tongue rolled in a foreign language and I cocked an eyebrow, my eyes were intent upon his face. Hmmm, he was actually turning out to be an interesting character. Quite unusual, but then again, he was working in a tattoo parlor, so he couldn't be too boring. Or, that's what I assumed. "I'm trying, here, I really am." I stated coolly, glancing every now and then from his binder to his face.

He was smirking now, and questioning me about my tattoo. "Yeah, one like that one would be wonderful." I started looking over the guy more thoroughly now, I wasn't as hyper and fidgety and nervous. I could really take him in now. He was quite intimidating some might say, but he didn't bother me. His body was a lot larger than mine, which was usual for me. I was only 5'2, that was short for even some women. Guys were gradually going to be larger than girls anyways, so I wasn't shocked.

He had some scars on his arms, they weren't completely visible, but I could see them. I didn't see any visible tattoos, which was odd, most people who were a tattoo artist were covered in tattoos, or maybe I was watching too much TV. He had odd colored hair, black and white, not my taste but people were going to do what they were going to do. I shrugged, maybe this whole tattoo thing wouldn't be so bad. I watched as he wandered to his back room and called me back there, I grabbed my back and walked to his room. I took long, elegant steps for my size, I practically danced over to him. An amused hint of humor lightened up my eyes. I wanted to laugh at myself for being so pathetic.

I snapped out of thought as he spoke to me, my eyes wandering to his face, "Well, I don't want a small one, but I don't want one that covers my whole lower back. Make it just a bit bigger than the one that you're going by." I said, referring to the design that I had saw in the binder. There was no used in having a tattoo that covered my whole back. I shrugged a bit, leaning against the wall after sitting my large, tacky purse down on the floor. "If you need specific colors than.... hot pink, lime green, a pumpkin orange type color, aqua, and neon yellow. You know, the typical barbie colors." I said with a smile, I had finally settled down. I stood straight up and looked around. He was ready to get started.

So, I wasn't sure what to do, I pulled on the bottom of my shirt before asking, "Do I need to take my shirt off for this?" I asked sheepishly, a smirk plastered on my face, but an unsureness reached my eyes. This was all new to me. But hey, if I needed to take my shirt off, I gladly would. I never relaxed my hands on my shirt.