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Post by arizona marie ashe on Jan 25, 2009 0:33:56 GMT -5
Whoever were to walk down the Girls' dorms would be quite concern for the racket that came from one of the rooms.The door with the caution tape and License plate from Arizona was slightly open and from the small creek one could see all the shoes and clothes that were flying across the room and slamming the wall. Inside was Arizona wishing she was a witch in order to cast a spell that would get her what she was looking for. A few exasperated sighs escaped the seventeen year old as a Siamese cat dodged all the random objects that were being flung at his bed. 3 paint cans, 10 sharpies, 7 pairs of stripper heels, 2 shirts and 4 empty eyeliner bottles later the girl victoriously stood up holding a white long thank top and a cheetah bathing suit on her tattooed hands.
Now that she was wearing the cheetah printed bikini and the thin white tank top over it, the girl proceeded to put on her shoes. Slipping into her favorite platform cheetah printed shoes, the 5'9 punkette stood up in her now 6'1 frame. Walking over to her mirror which was decorated with a bunch of designs made with lipstick, Ari lowered herself in order to see her face, she ruffled her pitch black hair, painted her lips a dark red and added black eyeshadow and eyeliner in her eyes she turned her head to the left and then to the right. Satisfied with her look Arizona grabbed the creamed colored tote bag that had a bunch of doodles around and was filled with spray paint cans, markers, some paper and black platform shoes.With the bag secured on her left shoulder Arizona closed the door of her room and started to walk down stairs.
The heels clicked as the girl swayed her hips. Her over size glasses looking for wards her head held up high, it looked like she was ruler of the world and in Arizona's world she was.This was why it was so hard to get to her when it came to insults, she lived in her inked filled world and she ruled in it no matter who was saying otherwise a quick flick of her middle finger always solved the confrontation.Her marked hand opened the doors of the Academy as the warmth of the sun wrapped itself around the girl's body. A smirk appeared across her scarlet lips as she continued to walk.
Arizona found herself on the garden and she looked for the best place to sit. After a few seconds of pacing back and forth she dropped her bag in the middle of the garden and everything that was inside it started to come out. Not even bothering to remove her sunglasses Ari sat down and started to align everything. Markers to the left and the Spray paint cans to the other side the black platform shoes in front of her. The air bush and stencils on top of the flattened tote bag.
Most students would go to the art room or stay in their rooms when doing something artistic such as decorating shoes, but Arizona's mind thought differently. She thought that it was her right, to be able to express herself in whatever place as long as it wasn't harming anyone(and even if it did, she did not care). Besides she could throw anyone who ratted her out in the games. Bringing the left shoe close to her she opened the bright red aerosol can and sprayed the entire right side of the shoe.
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Post by jax xavier halestone on Jan 27, 2009 12:44:45 GMT -5
Jax walked through the door to his room, his towel wrapped around his waist just a bit too low as he closed the door behind him. He had just removed himself from the warm showers, a difficult feat to accomplish, as he could have stayed there all day, and was now getting changed to go lounge outside. Checking that the door was closed, though he could have cared less if someone saw him naked, he dropped his towel and slid on a pair of loose boxers. He ruffled his hair a bit as he threw his towel over a hook in his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans scattered with holes. He slid the jeans over his boxers and zipped them up, careful not to permanently injure himself. After all, he was planning on using that for a few more centuries.
Sliding a belt around his waist and throwing a hat on backwards, Jax slid out of his room, grabbing the flip-flops by the door. He closed the door behind him and put the shoes on his feet. he then resumed his leisurely walk outside, not sure what he would do, but heading outside nonetheless. Maybe he could work on his demonic tan a little bit, or even just lay around and sleep. He always liked sleeping outside, it was just more natural. Climbing down the steps and pushing his way through the doors of Forevermore Academy, Jax winced at the flood of pure sunlight that that washed over his already heated body. Being an entity of the underworld, you were always warm, no matter what the actual temperature was. This just made him radiate a but more.
Walking around outside, Jax took note of the fact that he was in the gardens. Glancing around, he noticed that very few people were in fact outside today. However, one person especially caught his attention. It may have been the outgoing attire, or it may have been the fact that they were spray-painting shoes, but Jax found this girl quite interesting. Not to mention he liked her tattoos. Out of habit, he put his hands on his lower back, where his tattoo began. He rather liked his own tattoo, moving from his back, around his front under his clothes, and ending at his genital region. He may have went a bit too with this tatto, but he liked it, and he wanted a few more. He loved how people always questioned where it led to when he wasn't wearing a shirt. Somehow, "It ends on my dick," shocks people.
Moving towards the girl, he noticed a few of her supplies rolling away a few feet from her bag. He lifted them with his mind, putting them back where they were. he figured he would take the gentleman-ly route, as he already liked this girl based on her attitude, though he could tell she was human. He could change that, but he always wanted a human friend. he didn't have that many to begin with. Humans were generally afraid of him. He laughed, shrugged inwardly, and wondered why as he stood diagonally from the girl. "I have to say, I've never seen anyone do that to shoes," he started, rolling his eyes at his own lameness, "But I do like the ink, and the urban-edged art is good for a place like this. It doesn't make me want to gag, like the other so-called artisits around here." He laughed a bit, and realized he needed to work on his conversational skills.
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Post by arizona marie ashe on Jan 27, 2009 16:54:47 GMT -5
Arizona eyes were glued to the shoes as she grabbed some masking tape and wrapped it around part of the spiky heel. Most of the time she would sketch out her clothing ideas before actually decorating them, but the shoe she had envisioned in her head was too goo for her to waste time with the paper. The heel was going to go from bright red to pitch black as the platform would be black with a dragon flaming across it on the other side it would be bright red, the other shoe however was going to be purple and instead of a red dragon it would have a blueish dragon, she was never one to have a lot of matching shoes anyways.
I have to say, I've never seen anyone do that to shoes a male voice said and Ari's head shot up to look who it came from. Her eyes hidden behind the over sized glasses started at the guy up and down her deep red lips forming a smirk "yeah shoes, pants, bikini tops, I decorate them all"She said with a proud tone in her voice, not too prideful that it would be perceived as cocky but with the right amount of pride an artist should have when someone spoke about their work. A tattooed filled hand moved over to her hair as she ruffled it a bit, something about very neat hair bothered her and she liked her to have a more shaggy like context.
Arizona chuckled at the guy's comment about other pieces of art "what can I say I'm an urban chick"she said with a small shrug, being in Forevermore made her realize why people back in London looked at her weird, she had no traces of a British accent whatsoever her accent sounded like well she was not quite sure. "But I know what you mean, a lot of people tend to go to a more soft style when it comes to art" She explained, Arizona could not find the exact word for even though they had a common partner they all could be considered completely different, then again that could be Arizona that looked to much into somebody's art.
"I'm Arizona by the way" Ari introduced herself "you are?"the girl asked her eyes looking back at the guy that was standing in front of her. Ari went back to her shoe as she awaited for his response. She went to grab one of the other aerosol cans, when a thought hit her head. She remembered hearing the cans roll but was too lazy to actually get them, and had decided she would stand up when she needed them, but now they were right there standing near her. Trying to remember if she saw the guy bend down or not her mind had gone blank.
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Post by jax xavier halestone on Jan 27, 2009 18:21:57 GMT -5
Jax chuckled at the girl's responses as she continued to design her shoes. Maybe he could get her to do something for him, or design his next tattoo. That may be good. He wanted rings around his upper arms and possibly something across his shoulder blades. Maybe even something around his belly button. He laughed at the though and kept thinking. He was already proud of his current tattoo, in a place where most feared to venture, and kept considering other possibilities. He could go farther down below, but that might prove fatal to his sex appeal. Some chicks just didn't dig that much ink under the jeans. He sighed and planned for his back/shoulder tattoos before he turned his attention back on the girl.
He looked at the girl, working away on her shoe as he spoke, "So maybe you can design something for me, if you pulled away from some of that girlier shit. I need another tattoo on my back, up by my shoulders," he spun around, hoping for the girl to look up as he showed her the tattoo in place and the space for the next tattoo. He waited a couple seconds and returned to his normal, front-facing position. Even if she hadn't looked, he got the point across and flipped his hat around, cocking it to the side out of habit. "Yeah, the softer art doesn't do much for me. I like sharper 'in-your-face' designs." He noted that her shoes were just that: sharp and loud.
Leaning on a ledge opposite his acquaintance, he crossed his arms and listened to her introduction. He paused a short while so that he didn't come off too eager to answer her response. Right now they were playing a laid-back game of conversation, and since Jax had nothing to work on to take up his response time, he had to wait, as if he was deep in thought. "I'm Jax," the boy said blatantly, shifting his weight to the other foot by recrossing his ankles. He looked at the girl, noticing a slight hint of confusion and a slight shift of body weight towards the supplies. He had humans down pat, they always gave away their next move. After decades of studying them, he knew how they acted.
However, instead of coming out and saying that he mentally moved the supplies for the girl, he figured he would go with the more subtle route. "Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I retrieved your supplies for you. I figured it would be easiest." That would leave the discussion open for her to make the next move. He didn't exactly introduce himself as Jax, the telekinetic demon. He worked it into the dialogue in a more discussional manner. Yet, he still didn't hide it. However the game would start turning now, Jax scratched at his chiseled abs in boredom, waiting for the punker chick to make the next move. She seemed cool enough for Jax, in whatever way she liked really.
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Post by arizona marie ashe on Jan 27, 2009 18:44:10 GMT -5
So maybe you can design something for me, if you pulled away from some of that girlier shit. I need another tattoo on my back, up by my shoulders," Arizona was not surprised of the request for people who saw the things she designed either wanted her to do their shoes or design their back pieces and even tattoo them, she had a liking for making tattoos and even had a machine up in her room. "Sure babe, what do you have in mind?" She asked chilled as ever as she took a blank piece of paper and estimated the space she was working with. "Nice tattoo by the way" she said looking at the one in his lower back some of it was hidden by his boxers and it seemed that it went all around his waist.
She smiled when the guy introduced himself as Jax, he seemed pretty laid back which was never a bad thing in Ari's eyes and when she was working she tended to like the more chilled conversations. She sketched the two dragons for her heels and stuck them on the place she wanted them to be. Shaking the deep purple aerosol can she sprayed it quickly and then did the same with the red. Ari had been decorating her things for quite some time now so she did them fairly quickly, she placed the heels on the ground so they could dry which did not take long and her eyes went back to Jax.
"Definitely, I'm such an adrenaline junkie I need things that are very edgy so my drawing and designs tend to be edgier than what they teach you in art class"She said not that she wanted to insult the art teacher, she loved the woman and she loved the music teacher as well but when it came to taste Arizona was more into the things that shocked you and made you react right away. Bright colors and flames and graffiti art it was all her thing it always stood out and there was always so many possibilities.
Arizona waved it off when jax said he had been the one who placed them there. "I don't mind at all is just I don't remembered you going down to pick them up is like you did it with you mind" she said remembering where she was" did you?"she asked not in a scared tone or in a extremely excited tone but in her normal voice. It would be interesting if he had been doing it, it was a cool thing unlike her who could just do so much because she was human.
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Post by jax xavier halestone on Jan 28, 2009 11:30:58 GMT -5
Jax nodded in recognition at her comment about his tattoo. The girl was probably educated enough to guess where it led to. Besides, he was still thinking about how to respond to her question. Did he want to shoot for the shoulder blades first, or did he want to ask about the arm rings? Jax felt stupid contemplating such a thought and decided to just let it flow. "Well, I was thinking about a few different ideas. One across my back up by the shoulder blades, rings around my upper arms, and one right here," he said, taking both hands and pointing just outside of his navel. He probably would go for the latter two first, seeing as his lower back already held one tattoo. he didn't want to go back-heavy with ink.
Jax lifted his hands and cracked his knuckles. He readjusted his weight on the ledge and crossed his arms once more. "I like edgy," he said, nodding, "the more sharp and in-your-face the better. I don't really take any art classes here though. I imagine they're all classical and everything." He rolled his eyes, imagining he sounded very uneducated, although Jax was actually the opposite. "I mean don't get me wrong, it's nice. I spent three years in Paris a few decades ago and went to the Louvre my share of times. I'm just into the more outstanding styles now." He kept on going, not realizing that the human would probably pick up on his time reference. After all, he hadn't identified himself yet, but he doubted it would matter anyways.
He laughed a little at her next statement. He liked how comfortable she was discussing the whole thing with different species. Most humans were a bit uncomfortable even after they got used to it. So, rewarding her for her outgoing nature, which Jax was taking quite a liking to, he lifted the shoes with his mind and brought them hovering over his outstretched, open palm. "Yep, I'm Jax, your friendly neighborhood telekinetic demon!" He replaced the shoes, barely even thinking about them anymore as he continued to watch Arizona. She wasn't fleeing in fear from the word 'demon' yet, so Jax was happy. It was rather hard to hold human friends around this place when everyone associated demons with the fiery pits of hell. "But anyway, what do you think for the tattoos?"
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Post by arizona marie ashe on Jan 28, 2009 20:51:43 GMT -5
Well, I was thinking about a few different ideas. One across my back up by the shoulder blades, rings around my upper arms, and one right hereJax said and Arizona looked at him and then started to make a few quick sketches on the paper. Although they were quick they had some detail the only thing that they needed was a little bit more polishing. She started to envision how the tattoo's would look on his skin and how every line and curved complemented his muscles. The girl was silent for a couple of seconds as she continued to sketch away.
Ari heard knuckles cracking and she thought it was just the boy trying to fill in the awkward silence that was created after she started to sketch but she was wrong. "Yeah, classical art is more....is easier to teach than urban and edgier art, since even though they can have a theme the art itself varies from person to person and with classical art you learn a lot of the basics and a lot of the kids in the art class are just amateurs"She explained her eyes on the paper. She had to replay his next sentence in her head again, "Well, well aren't you young?" She said sarcastically as a small chuckle followed.
Arizona’s mind stopped concentrating on the fact that his age was quite shocking when he said the word Louvre "oh I've been dying to go there, I just always ended up blowing my money on art supplies and platform shoes"She said with a small smirk, it was true she did have lots of her stripper shoes and when it came to art supplies, she probably had more markers than clothes. "Yep, I'm Jax, your friendly neighborhood telekinetic demon!he said and Arizona couldn't help but to laugh at his introduction "You should hand out business card with that little slogan" Ari joked, it was even funnier since most people she had spoken too saw demons as the not so friendly type.
Jax brought the conversation back to the tattoos, so Arizona stood up and walked over to him with the sketches in hand. "I definitely think you should do the arm rings" She said looking at his upper body and placing the piece of paper near it. Taking of her sunglasses her brown eyes narrowed on his upper body as she envisioned the size and the color. "I think I could come up with a pretty sweet design for them" she said as she continued to examine the demon "as for the other two, well if I were you I wouldn't go with the shoulder blades one, I mean some letters or a picture would be nice but seeing as you already have one I think it would balance it out more if you didn't do the shoulder blades"She explained to him fully aware of what she was talking about.
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Post by jax xavier halestone on Feb 3, 2009 8:21:41 GMT -5
From the initial comment about the 'amateurs' in art class, Jax knew that this girl was either skilled, viewed herself as skilled, or just a complete bitch. As he liked her style and designs so far, from what he saw on the shoes, he decided to go with the first two, thinking she probably prided herself in being a bitch anyway. Most people he knew were either nice or proud to be an ass/bitch. He himself liked being an ass at times, but wasn't downright mean. Either way though, jax refocused his attention on Ari as she began to brainstorm ideas for Jax's future ink endeavors. However, it wasn't ink she spoke of next, it was with ease that she accepted his demonic affiliation and hope to visit the Louvre Museum.
He smiled and remembered that museum. It was definitely a nice place, and Jax especially liked the statues, but by no means had he seen the entire place. It was enormous and would take someone weeks just to see every piece of art in their collection. "You should compromise. Spend half on your shoes and supplies, and half to save up. If you need that stuff, I could probably steal it for you anyway. After all," he continued, lifting up a few can of spray paint, "The powers that come with being a demon can be rather nice and convenient." He replaced the cans and took to holding up the ledge once again. Besides, if she designed tattoos for him, he would owe her anyway. They could strike up a deal here.
Jax watched as Ari put her papered design up near his body. He had to admit, she looked rather official as far as her face went. She was serious and logical in her explanation. Put her in a business suit and a car dealership and Jax felt like she could sell the frame on cinder blocks. He nodded as he figured out that he didn't want an overly inked back. "So shoulder rings it is! Maybe I could do my neck or something then, I dunno..." Jax trailed off, not sure of what he wanted aside from the shoulder rings and the navel tattoo. "You definitely seem to know what you're talking about, so I just need to find a place to get these now. I'm not sure when I actually want to get them, but I could use some designs."
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Post by arizona marie ashe on Feb 4, 2009 1:42:43 GMT -5
If it were someone else, they would've probably changed the word amateur to something less harsh or something that would make her sound less bitchy, but then again it was Arizona. Yes she was nice and laid back and what not but hey art was her thing and she believed it was her right to be a bitch. Actually now that she thought about her statement she wouldn't help but to shape her lips into a very small smile. Ok so it was not only with art, she adored being a bitch and she was able to get away with it for "various reasons".
Jax went on to tell her to waste half her money in art and the other have to save it. "Do you not know how females work when it comes to buying stuff?" She joked, Ari would probably have to give half her money to her brother and make him hide it from her, otherwise it would be gone. Art and shoe were her weakness she had to have them it was just a very hard thing to resist. Considering what half of her income was, she figured she would be able to use that plan and go to the museum by the time of her sixtieth birthday, but his next idea was better.I could probably steal it for you anyway Ari's response was a big grin "well since you insists" She said lightly as if he was forcing her to say yes to him stealing the things for her, Hell half the things she did were illegal anyways so a little stealing wouldn't hurt.
Maybe I could do my neck or something then, I dunno..." This time Ari didn't sketch anything but her eyes dropped to his neck and started to picture different images "Well if you want to keep everything balanced the only two other places would be your legs or your neck..." She said with a small pause as she continued to observe his neck "you can always do the Japanese or Chinese character that goes in the back of your neck or maybe do something on the side it seems like you have enough space to have a good piece." Arizona continued to explain. Arizona smiled when Jax said she knew what she was talking about "thanks,I help around in my friend's tattoo parlor back in London every now and then" She wasn't over 18 so she couldn't get a shop of her own, but one day she would.
Arizona imagined the walls all with bright colors and probably with graffiti made by her and the other artists who were going to work with her. Ah yes tattoos and clothes designing for a living, now that was something to fight for. Snapping back into reality when Jax mentioned a place to get his tattoos done, Ari hesitated but finally spat it out. "I have a tattoo machine up in my room..." She said her voice trailing off, she knew how the process and she had done tattoos on other people, but she guessed most people wouldn't like getting their tattoos done in a messy dorm.
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