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Post by arizona marie ashe on Mar 2, 2009 21:18:26 GMT -5
Music blaring and smoke traveling across the room, in the red bed sat a lean and tall girl. Stripper shoes, leopard pants, denim jacket and very small tube top. Scarlet lips opening to let the grayish smoke dance around the clean air. Inked hand holding a cigarette as the ash fell on the floor. Brown eyes hidden behind the classical over sized glasses that were part of her as much as her tattoos. Shaggy black hair resting in the middle of her back. A foot slightly tapping as she sighed impatiently, as she glared around the tattoo like parlor that was her room.
The cat curled itself in the chair, she used to give the kids in the school tattoos. Her eyes lingered on the chair as it took her back to the first place she called home. The music flowed as the bell from the door ringed with all the people coming in and out. The sound of the machines, like a slight purred that soothed her being. She could almost feel her gloved hand gripping the machine as it was dipped in different colors. The needles pressed against the skin, even if it wasn't her own skin, she could almost feel it as the tattoo she was creating was passing to her body as well. The hours rushed by as she watched with amusement how one line started to look like face, the accents that echoed throughout the shop as people told the story behind the ink, tears were shed and laughs were shared it was a magical place for Arizona.
Even when imagining her favorite place in the world, Arizona could not come up with a single image. She imagined all the setting but when it came to a flashback of a tattoo her mind went blurred and it skipped to the next image, to the next sound and the next smell. Standing up she crossed her arms and started to pace. The click of her heels appeared to add some suspence..click...click...click...click they went as she rolled her eyes. Artist's block was the worse thing in the world, for someone who spend most of their time doing something art related. Ari craved inspiration, she needed some muse. something dark and mysterious would spark up her edginess, she knew exactly where to go.
Grabbing her Sweeney Todd messenger bag, that was filled with markers, a sketchbook, colors and pencils. basically her traveling art kit. Also grabbing the key to her room she kissed her cat Nirvana goodbye and then she headed for the stairs. Her paced quickened and the dark locks that made up her hair bounced with the speed. Most people would discourage the fact thats eh was wearing spiky heels and was walking extremely fast, but this was a girl that had been using stripper shoes since age 12 she knew how to run, jump, skip and dance in platform shoes.
Out of the Academy and into the streets Arizona's paced slowed down as she walked very casually. Without any further sign, she seemed to have disappeared from the sidewalk. Her heels made no noise for she was walking on the grass her eyes just focusing on the broken and abandoned house she would start seeing any time soon. Five minutes later, just like she had predicted it the tittering house was in sight. Gripping the handle she opened the door and ran into the dark house. "Home, sweet home" she said with a relief sigh. Plopping down on a couch she brought her legs up to her chest and placed her sketchbook on them, before she knew it her hand was moving in an elegant and rapid motion as she began to draw the staircase. Ari's outfit |
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