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Post by JOEY ROOKS on May 3, 2011 11:05:27 GMT -5
Joey Rooks was a small girl, only reaching 4 feet and eleven inches tall--roughly. She'd do her damn best to convince you she was taller, and that you were just a giant. Then again, Joey's always been a bit out there. Today, wasn't any other acception. She had made an attempt at looking pretty--for Darcy's sake.
That stopped with stockings. So today she was in jeans that looked a bit dusty, thigh-high black stockings, calf-length converse, and a slinky shirt. Her KeroRibbo hat sat atop her head, where unnaturally orange hair sat underneath.
Playgrounds were one of Joey's favorite spots, you could pretty much travel anywhere in your mind. The jungle gym could become a space ship, and the slide could become a black hole that you were being shot out of. It was positively brilliant, and she loves every second of it. Currently, however, her area of play was the large block-shaped jungle gym.
Even though being tiny, and playful--she still had a resemblence of a social life. Or so she liked to pretend. Currently she was hanging upside down inside of the jungle gym, her phone brought up close to her face, and it would appear that she was madly texting--however a closer look would show that she was instead playing a game similar to Bejeweled. Yes, today would be one of those days. Where she had the world of New York to explore, but she was so bored om her own, that she resorted to virtual fun.
Quirky, random, and silly was she. However that made her an outcast. The senior in High School that looked better suited to a middle school. It could be quite tough. Joey exhaled sharply at the thought; people tried to grow up far too fast. No one ever took the time to relax and enjoy what was around them. She dropped her arms and let them hang and she closed her eyes.
"So booooreeeeddddddddddd." The redhead complained to empty air.
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on May 3, 2011 23:17:38 GMT -5
Jamie wanted a swing. Like, totally how long was this little girl going to make him push her? He was surprised her mom had let him. Parents always gave him weird looks when he skipped onto the playground. Not that he really cared. All he wanted was some fun and they were in a public place.
“Down!” the little girl squeaked holding up her arms. He silently cheered while picking her up and gently setting her down on the wood chips. It never really made sense to him why they put wood chips on playgrounds. Doesn’t wood, like give you splinters? Ouch. Once he let go of her, the girl squealed and giggled running to her mom. He sat down on the swing and laughed when he heard the girl talk about how he “drew on his hands” and “had big ears”. Little kids were so cute! Like little puppies or kittens or something. Jamie slowly swung higher and higher. The playground was the place to be. You could play for hours and not even notice. There were so many things to do! Swings, monkey bars, rope wall, jungle gym—HAT! It was a frog! Like, on a person’s head. He lost sight of it when he swung higher. No! Where was it? Jamie jumped and landed on his feet. Little kids looked at him and awe but he was focused on finding that hat. It had taken him many years (and a broken thumb. Ow.) to master it but at eighteen he had it down solid. He searched the playground intensely and saw it again. It was on a girl’s head who was hanging upsided down on the squarish jungle gym. As he strolled over, he noticed she looked about his age and was intensely into her phone.
He climbed onto the bars and made himself steady before saying, “Hey!” with a smile. “Your hat is awesome!”
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on May 4, 2011 2:03:01 GMT -5
Joey looked up from her silly little phone game, at the voice shouting at her. Hopefully she wasn’t being mistaken for someone’s kid again. That’s happened a few times, much to her dismay. At first—she was slightly alarmed. Holy crap was that kid modified. There was ink all over him, and he had gauged ears—and with the first ‘Hey’, Joey wondered if she could scramble out of the jungle gym and run of a tree or something.
”Your hat is awesome!”
That poor boy had no idea what he was getting himself into be approaching the tiny girl with unnaturally orange hair. “Why thank you, good sir. His name is KeroRibbo. I like animal hats, I’ve got PonyButt, who’s a unicorn. Sir Jackass, who’s a donkey, and a few fuzzy-hand-ones and panda ones, and…well I’ve got enough to start a hat-head zoo.” She rambled, like she had been in conversation with him for hours.
A bit like a monkey, she curled her spine, grasping the bars of the jungle gym with her hands, and let her legs fall, before scrambling into a more upright position. She blinked dark green eyes, wobbling a bit as the blood rushed out of her head. “Oh, wow. Upside down for that long isn’t good.” She mumbled, balancing herself on the bars to tuck her phone into the pocket of her shorts. Hey! He wasn’t that tall! That was good, Joey liked short people. She didn’t get a stiff neck from looking up at them. Her short legs slipped through another bar, and she wrapped her arms around one, sitting in it like a strange chair, her legs swinging idly.
She extended her arm out towards him, her fingers spread for a hand-shake. “I’m Joey. You should tell me your name, otherwise I’m gonna call you Canvas. Actually, Canvas is a pretty cool name. Cause you’re all…you know, tattooed up like someone went to town on a canvas. I think I will call you Canvas---but you should tell me your name anyway. How cool would it be if your name really was Canvas though?” She leaned in, her eyes wide, face dreadfully serious. “That would mean I’m psychic; oh jeez please tell me your name is Canvas.”
This was a normal conversation with the erratic girl. She had trouble focusing on one topic, and would often stream out lines of absolute nonsense for as long as she could breathe. And after years of being like this---she could talk for white a bit of time before needing actual air. “Did those hurt? I’ve actually never gotten a tattoo before. I’m pretty brave, if I do say so myself—but they look scary, and I don’t exactly like needles. I get beat up all the time on the fields—not like in a bully kinda way though. I’m too fast for that, but I mean sports and stuff. Lacrosse is a vicious sport, wouldn’t you know? But I can take a royal beating, but I’ll prolly cry if I get touched by a needle, know what I’m sayin’ Canvas?” She rambled, talking a bit fast.
“You look like a skater, do you skate? Cause I’m looking for a decent skate park, but it’s kinda lame. I’m thinking about trying Parkour, you look like someone that would be into Parkour. Actually—that was sort of stereotypical, wasn’t it? And a bit rude, I’m sorry!” Finally she took a breath, then sort of held it, her hands clamping over her mouth to prevent herself from rambling before she even got this boy’s name. |
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on May 4, 2011 17:50:43 GMT -5
"You name your hats?” Jamie asked in awe. He never thought of giving names to hats. And he had tons of them he could name. “That’s so cool!” He watched as the girl made herself upright. He couldn’t imagine how long she had been there. He could barely hang upside down for 10 minutes before getting a huge headache. All the blood went to his head and Uck, it just wasn’t a good feeling. He shook her hand and laughed. Canvas? He did sometimes say his body was a canvas. It was a cool nickname. “Nice to met you Joey. I like that name. It reminds me of a baby kangaroo. I think that’s what they call them…joeys. Actually my name is Jamie but Canvas is awesome! I like it! I mean, I guess they kinda did. Tattoos artists are like painters with needles. It’s pretty cool to watch ‘em do it too. You know paint with needles,” he said with a big grin. This girl was awesome. She rambled on like him. He loved people like that because there was never silence. It was always filled with talking.
He shook his head so that his hair covered his face. “Nah, they didn’t hurt too much. Well for me. I guess it all depends on how much pain you can take. Needles don’t really scare me much. But I can’t imagine playing Lacrosse. Those stick thingies look like hurt with all that whacking and what not. I’m not really a sports person but it does look vicious. I don’t get how being beat up is fun though. I mean I guess for some people it could be…” He pulled his hair out of his face and listened on. He hadn’t talk this much in so little time since… well he couldn’t really think of a time.
“No, it’s okay! I don’t skate much but I can skateboard. I don’t really think I look like a skater…” he faded off wondering what skaters looked like. Jamie hadn’t been to a skatepark since his dad used to take him when he was in middle school. “but it’s cool that you thought so! I mean…Oh can I try on your hat?” he blurted. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off it for the past five minutes. “You can say no, I won’t mind I was just asking and all but it’s so cute and…” he faded off looking at her with pleading eyes.
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Notes: I love how 75% of this is dialogue lol Joey and Jamie could ramble on foreveeeer xD
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on May 4, 2011 20:48:55 GMT -5
"Of course I name my hats...well. I don't name the plain beanies, only the cool ones. I'd forget to name the plain ones, plus they'd be totally lame names." She rolled her eyes, waving her little hand in order to dismiss the crazy idea of naming plain, boring hats.
"Baby kangaroos, yes! Omigosh, you get it. Kangaroos are my most favorite animal ever. They can actually rock back and support their weight on their tails, and kick you with enough force to snap your spine. Oh, and they actually have that little pouch thing that the babies can stay in, and I just think that's so cool. Plus, baby kangroos are super, super, teeny teeny tiny," she held her fingers about an inch apart, "Super tiny, and well. I'm super tiny too, so it works out." She explained, and smiled, dropping her arms over the bar again.
What was that sound? Oh right. That was the sound of Joey falling in love; figuratively of course. She didn't really know Jamie well enough, but he could talk, and he didn't seem effected at all by her insane amounts of yammering. That was always a wonderful sign; people typically got put off by her little motormouth. "I've seen them do it before, I wonder how, cause I've seen around the tip the ink and blood blobs up. They've got to be seriously dedicated. And I've always wanted a tattoo?" She said, it was a statement, but had that curious lilt that almost made it a question, then swallowed and almost choked on it, before continuing. "But I'm afraid of like, what if I can't handle the pain? Then I get up and run off, and I've got a black streak down my arm or something."
"Well...I think you look like a skater," And there goes her insane subject change again. She leaned back on the bars, her back pressing against one as she draped herself across them lazily, not having any tension in her body or any apparent fear of falling. "DudemanCavasguy, I thought you'd never ask." Joey sat up again, and plucked the green frog hat off her head, and held it towards Jamie. "KeroRibbo, meet Canvas. Canvas, KeroRibbo." She introduced, before her fingers reached up to her fried, dry multitude of orange, red, and lemon yellow hair, trying to smooth out the hat-hair she now had.
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on May 4, 2011 21:31:42 GMT -5
Beanies… Jamie had to think for a second. Beanies definitely were hats but all he could think about were those tiny plastic bead filled bears that he used to see everywhere. Those things were so cute. Wait, nooo those were beanie babies. Beanies were what KeroRibbo was.
“Aw! I want a baby kangaroo! I’ve never seen one in real life but the pictures! I didn’t know they could kick, I mean, I’ve seen them with boxing gloves in cartoons but I thought you know it wasn’t real. Imagine a real kangaroo with boxing gloves! But if he’s using his feet… well that’s weird! Maybe they need kicking shoes! Those would be some big shoes!” he rambled not able to stop smiling. By now, anyone else would tell him to put a lid on it (not that he would listen) but Joey just kept on listening and talking back. Jamie felt like they were destined to be bffs. Where was she all his life? Like seriously? Why were they just meeting now?
“Well, I heard they have like numbing stuff or something to not make it hurt so much. Maybe you could try that? What would you get? I mean, I could totally see you with a kangaroo face on your arm,” he said poking her sleeve. He looked down at her shirt and gasped. “You shirt says Slinky! I used to love those! I mean before they made them all cheap and plasticy so they broke easy. I’d put them at the top of the steps and watch the tumble down all cool-like,” he said leaning slowly to the left as he talked.
He tooked the froggy hat and look at it in awe and silence (A first in the last ten minutes). “Can I call him Señor KeroRibbo? I don’t know, his name sounds all Spanish-y.” He pulled the hat onto his head and fixed his hair so that it didn’t stick out funny. Looking up at it, he smiled. “So how’s it look? Am I worthy of Señor KeroRibbo?”
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on May 9, 2011 11:50:22 GMT -5
"No, like they totally do put boxing gloves on kangroos. I seen one at a circus, once. It was really sad though, but the kangaroo seemed happy. They do that, cause a kangaroo's claws are sharp and long enough that they can totally gouge your vitals out. When it comes down to it, kangaroos are quite vicious. So when it comes to the fuzzy critters, I prefer the stuffed animal version of 'em. Did you know in Australia, there's so many kangaroos, that they actually hunt them there to keep the population down. They eat them! Crazy, right?" She asked, "But when humans and stuff play with kangaroos like at the circus and stuff, the kangaroo's trained to not kick, cause they'd totally hurt someone. And boxing gloves, I think are to protect the person's hands, not the face. Cause boxing gloves look like they hurt." Joey glanced down at her nails, and picked at one idly, and shrugged her small shoulders.
"Hm, no, I don't think I'd get a kangaroo, actually." She said slowly, and looked up at the sky. "Maybe I'd get something funny like uh..." She hoisted one leg up, and pointed at her lower calf, "Maybe something funny like a razor--you know a shaving razor? And it says 'shave me', or something like that." She grinned, "I don't want something that I'll regret. I want something that'll make people laugh for years to come." She explained, and shrugged her shoulders, then looked down at her shirt. She tugged it foward, and eyed it for a moment. She preferred shirts that were a bit tight, unfortunately it was hard to find your size at a thrift-store. Which was what she had to resort to, dealing with Darcy and her heels of doom.
"Man, I use to hate the plastic slinkies like. You know when they'd get twisted and warped, and it took forever to fix them, and once you did, there was a gap and they didn't have the cool little flow in it anymore." Her dark brows knitted together, and she reached up to scratch her damn near fried orange hair. "Actually, KeroRibbo is japanese, but..." She reached foward without any sort of hesitation, and grabbed the edge of the hat around Jamie's ears and tugged him and the hat foward, leaning her ear against the green fabric, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"KeroRibbo says you may call him Senor. Though he may have said you need conditioner. It sounded like," And then Joey proceeded to make open-mouth sounds, acting as though she had a mouthfull of something. "It's hard to understand. Your head is in his mouth and all." Joey explained in a matter-of-fact tone, before releasing Jamie and the hat, looking quite proud of herself. "You know what...I should get a tattoo. I should man up." Still sitting on the bars, she put her hands on her waist, balancing her small bottom on the bar, her legs wrapped around rungs to the sides, "I mean...I play sports, I rough and tumble. But they didn't let me on the damn football team because I'm a girl, so maybe if I strut around with some total badassery ink, they'll take me a little more serious. Whaddya think?" |
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on May 14, 2011 22:47:01 GMT -5
“Kangaroos are vicious?!? I would have never known. The one on those Pooh cartoons was nice I think. I watched those when I was like five so I can’t remember. I wouldn’t think a kangaroo would taste good. They could be like pigs to the Austrialian people… And pigs are in circuses too! But we eat pigs… You know? It’s weird. Boxing gloves do look like they hurt. They look heavy too. And kangaroos have such tiny hands. Poor guys.” He pouted for a few seconds thinking about it and tugged on KeroRibbo a little. He was going to have major hat hair if he wore the froggy for too long. Oh well.
“You do want to have something meaningful for a tattoo. Like this one," he pointed to to his right forearm. “It means beginning and the one on my left arm means end.” He explained. “You don’t want to get anything you’ll regret ‘cause getting a tattoo taken off is said to REALLY hurt. And people look at you different. Like some people think I’m scary because I’ve got tattoos. Which is weird because I’m totally not!” Jamie smiled innocently and thought back to the last time he freaked someone out. It didn’t bug him too much and he sometimes found it funny. People give him the weirdest looks when he’d skips down the street.
“I know. Oh? He’s japanese! Sor-,” Jamie was cut off by being suddenly off balance. He felt himself moving forward and getting awfully close to Joey. After an awkward second she spoke and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry senor, my hair is still recovering from all the bleaching I used to do. Bleh. It was way worse two months ago.” He petted the hat. His head was in Senor KeroRibbo’s mouth. The thought made him smile. “Oh you have really pretty eyes by the way. Being pulled over and all I couldn’t help but notice.” He said that without really thinking about it. Oh well, he couldn’t put the words back in his mouth now. “And I don’t think you should mind them. The ink is to impress you not them! Get it so you’re happy.”
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on May 15, 2011 0:10:17 GMT -5
“Oh yeah, they’re totally---” Joey cut off for a moment when he mentioned Pooh. There was a small ache in her chest, and her throat tightened up for just a moment. For that awkward, strange minute—she felt incredible homesick, and sad, and lonely. “Well, I heard they taste like ground beef, just with a stronger flavor.” Her voice was tight, until she cleared her throat. That was weird; and as quickly as that feeling came—it was now gone. She took in a deep breath, and let it out, then peeked at Jamie’s tattoos curiously.
“Well, I don’t…have anything meaningful to me yet. I haven’t gotten much experience in the outside world, and getting a sports tattoo is lame.” She thought curiously, putting her elbow on a bar, her cheek in her hand, looking at the ink work, trying to pull an inspiration from it. “But if I get one, I’m tracking you down and you’re totally going with me, cause I’m gonna need counseling afterwards or something.” She grinned, which quickly faded when Jamie leaned in really fast, her hand grabbing his shoulder, “Woah, you okay? And KeroRibbo’s use to it, look at my hair.” She touched her hair, which was a chemically dyed mixture of banana yellow, and orange.
At first however—she swore that Jamie was talking to her about KeroRibbo’s eyes, which to her made a lot more sense. She always that she had weird, murky, brownish-greenish-swamp eyes. Not those pretty translucent eyes some of the other girls had. So, using the term ‘pretty’ to describe herself, or anything about her was a bit strange for her. Pretty were girls like Darcy; hair done up, makeup, cute clothes. So the compliment caused her cheeks to itch and prickle. Joey scratched them idly,
“Oh…ahm…thanks. And in that case, I definitely like my whole…pink razor idea. I mean, who the hell wouldn’t laugh seeing that? People with no humor, that’s what. And those, dear Canvas, are people that I don’t want to associate myself with.” She nodded sternly, and gripped the bars, standing up slowly to stretch her short legs, “Hey, are there any places open? I think I should get one before I wuss out. Roar, he-man and all that stuff.” |
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on Jun 6, 2011 10:03:13 GMT -5
Joey suddenly looked like she was in pain. Jamie got a stange look on his face and wondered if he should say something. She looked like someone was taking invisible hands and choking her. He bit his lip trying not to ask the ultimate deep conversation question. ‘You okay?’ was the death of many of his highs, er, good moods. Five seconds later though, she looked fine and plunged into more conversation. Jamie brushed it off as nothing.
“Counseling?” he laughed. “No, you’ll be fine. It’s really not that bad. People who are sayin’ that it hurts are just trying to get you from making a mistake you can’t remove. Well… you can but THAT definitely hurts.” He lost his balance a bit but the wonderful Joey kept him from knocking her over with her hand. He made a sour face when she asked the question and immediately said, “I’m fine. It’s just… you pulled me over and all. I wasn’t expecting that.” He laughed, repositioning himself so that it wouldn’t happen again. “And your hair is awesome! The color is, like perfect.” It was true. The orange-red was so awesome. He could never pull off the faux-ginger look but Joey did it pretty well.
Joey got another weird look on her face whenever Jamie commented on her eyes. She seemed embarrassed almost. Oh jeez, he was only trying to be nice. He ignored the awkwardness and said, “You’re welcome. Oh! I know a few places that could do that. There’s one real close by that is legit. They’re sanitary and stuff. I think they close in…” he checked his phone. It was really only three p.m. ? “Yea, they’re definitely still open. We could go… I mean if you’re sure.” He brushed his hair out of his face and thought about getting a new tattoo himself. Maybe something else on his arm.
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Jul 16, 2011 16:15:26 GMT -5
“Counseling could be totally necessary. I could have a really low pain tolerance you know!” Joey said, pointing an accusing finger at him, without actually seeming to be hurt, her lips scrunched up, trying to avoid a grin. “Hey. Even if they’re mistakes, I don’t think they should be removed. So you have it as evidence like, ‘I fucked up. And now I have a penis on my buttcheek for the rest of my life.’” Joey nodded, and leaned back against the bars awkwardly, her feet against the bars near Jamie, the bottom of her shoes grinding against the metal for a moment.
“Oh, right,” When he mentioned the pulling. “I knew that.” Her hands reached up, fluffing her messy, somewhat frizzed orange hair. “Thank ya! Yours is like…I like the cut, it’s all…Rock star and stuff. Pretty awesome.” Joey offered him that sideways, one corner lifted grin. “Oh my god. We totally should!” Joey squealed, before grasping the bars and letting her legs straighten out.
Much like a snake, or a monkey, she seemed to move down through the jungle gym like it was nothing. Her body wriggling between the bars easily to get on the outside, instead of inside on the tangle of metal. Her limbs moving fluidly as she moved down the side, glancing up at Jamie. She pulled one hand back, and put it over her eyes to block the sun, scrunching up her face, just a little from the ground, “You sure? I mean. I don’t want you to feel like you gotta go with me if you don’t want to.” She lowered her hand, grasping the bar and leaning back a little bit.
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on Jul 20, 2011 19:18:08 GMT -5
“Counseling could be totally necessary. I could have a really low pain tolerance you know!”
Jamie tried not to laugh. He playfully pushed away her accusing finger and said, “You’ll be fine! If you pass out or anything then it’ll just, like, hurt less. Not that you would pass out. I haven’t seen anyone pass out getting a tattoo.”
“Hey. Even if they’re mistakes, I don’t think they should be removed. So you have it as evidence like, ‘I fucked up. And now I have a penis on my buttcheek for the rest of my life.’”
At that Jamie burst out laughing. “A… penis on your butt… you’d have… to be like… totally trashed… to do that,” he said between his fit of laughter. After he finally calmed down, he realized that Joey was being kinda serious. “Yea, I guess so but still, that would have to be a MAJOR screw up right there,” Jamie snickered.
“Thank ya! Yours is like…I like the cut, it’s all…Rock star and stuff. Pretty awesome.”
“Thanks,” he said returning her smile. She had a cute smile but he was pretty sure she didn’t like compliments so he’d keep that to himself. Jamie had a weird feeling about going back to the tattoo parlor especially if—Whoa, where’d she go? Jamie looked down to see Joey had moved down. She seemed to be like a gymanist or something. Maybe she was part monkey.
“You sure? I mean. I don’t want you to feel like you gotta go with me if you don’t want to.”
“Nah, I haven’t seen the guys in a while anyway. Plus you’re fun to hang with. I could totally be your shrink dude afterwards too,” Jamie said. He put his finger over his lip and pushed up his imaginary glasses. “Tell me, how do to you feeeel about that?” he asked is a snotty doctor voice.
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Jul 20, 2011 19:33:42 GMT -5
Joey shrugged her shoulders at him when he looked down, before jumping the rest of the way off. She landed in the soft sand, wobbling for a second, before picking her bag off the ground. She looked up at Jamie--yes up. The top of the tiny girl's head just barely reached Jamie's shoulder. And he was already relitively short, so it was an impressive feat.
She adjusted the bag to sling across her chest, and she rolled her eyes at him. "I feel like getting a tattoo to tell the world how my heart was totally broken, but then I'd have to come back because the tattoo hurt." She tightened one hang into a claw, and moved it down the side of her face, indicating something emo, before her small hands grasped the strap of her bag across her chest.
"Really though. It seems like something cool, and I've always liked the idea of having a sleeve, you know? Tattoos should tell a story, I like that idea." She bit the insides of her cheeks, staring straight ahead. She was talkative, goofy, and silly. But she was incredibly smart.
She scratched the back of her neck idly, following Jamie to the parlor, "So like...where're you from? Unless that's too personal, or somethin'. Which I totally get, cause not a lot of people like to tell their story to strange orange-haired girls who seem a little bit on the crazy side. I mean, I could totally be insane like," She looked up at him with her murky green eyes, wide and round, "Legit insane." [/center] |
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Post by JAMIE SHOEMAKER on Jul 22, 2011 12:49:15 GMT -5
Jamie looked down at Joey. It was a little strange for him. He was so used to looking up at girls his age. Most people shorter than him were little kids. Oh well, Joey was still awesome.
“I feel like getting a tattoo to tell the world how my heart was totally broken, but then I'd have to come back because the tattoo hurt."
“Hmmm… I think I’ll have to charge you twice for that,” Jamie said writing on his hand as if it was a pad. He broke out of the character and started laughing. Jamie nodded his head at Joey’s statement. She didn’t call him Canvas for nothing. He had a sleeve going but it wasn’t exactly finished. All the tattoos on his body had a story. “They definitely should. They should be like photos. You look at them and remember a memory that you never want to forget.”
Jamie left the playground and walked across the street. There weren’t too many people in this part of the city this early but that probably was a good thing. Most of the people here weren’t exactly nice. He found the sign and began walking in that direction.
"So like...where're you from? Unless that's too personal, or somethin'. Which I totally get, cause not a lot of people like to tell their story to strange orange-haired girls who seem a little bit on the crazy side. I mean, I could totally be insane like, Legit insane."
“Haha, you’re funny. I’m actually from Manhattan. So I’ve definitely seen a lot of crazy in my lifetime. You’re the good kinda crazy. Like the kinda that normal boring people are jealous of,” Jamie stated giving her a half-smile. He opened the door of the parlor and instantly spotted his friend. “Hey Marty! I’ve got a customer for you!”
“Jamie, my man! I can always count on you.”
The man was about a foot taller than Jamie and ripped with tattoos covering his body. He had a bald head and glasses. Normally people are scared of him at first glance but Jamie had known Marty for a while. He knew the guy was a big teddy bear and the best tattoo artist in NYC. The guy walked over and held out his hand to Joey.
“Hey, I’m Marty. Nice to meet ya! Any friend of Jamie’s is a friend of mine!”
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Jul 24, 2011 8:52:47 GMT -5
Joey agreed, bobbing her head happily. “See, even though mine’s gonna be a funny one. It’s gonna represent my humor, and the day I met this totally awesome kid, who offered grief counseling for the pain! See, a big ole story, in a teeny little tattoo.” She grinned, when Jamie called her funny. That was a compliment she could handle better. She didn’t acknowledge that she was pretty, or anything of the sort---but funny. Funny she could handle.
“The kind that normal people pretend to hate, but secretly wanna be.” Joey raised her brows, and gave a slight nod when they walked into the tattoo parlor. “Holy…” She seemed to gravitate a little closer to Jamie. The parlor smelled sanitary, almost like a hospital, and that man. Was not a man. He was a beast.
Her arm brushed against Jamie’s, and she stared up at Marty, wondering if she’d get a crick in her neck, “You’re huge..like…not like fat, but like…” She flexed her tiny arm, “Ripped. Chicken nowdays, amirite? Whatever you d, share the secret. I'd love to be more than four-foot-eleven.” She seemed to drop that off-guard feeling, and put her tiny hand into his, and gave it a shake, “Nice ta meetcha Marty, I’m Joey! Joey and Jamie. Similar names, right? Totally awesome, cause I just met this dude like. An hour or so ago, and he’s totally awesome. Did you do the tattoos on him, cause they’re super gorgeous.” Her other thumb pointed over her shoulder at Jamie.
“I’m thinkin like…there on the side of my leg, like. On my calf,” She leaned down, and rolled down one of her thigh-high stockings, to show off her pale leg, “Of like…a pink razor—shaving razor, not the emo kind. But a pink razor, and then there’s that fancy ribbon-lookin’ thing that says, ‘shave me’. Think that’ll work?” [/center] |
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Joey! Olley!
