"Fuck's sake Alex!" Theo slammed the palm of his hand against the door frame. Yelling wouldn't actually accomplish anything - Alex was beyond hearing it. He kicked the door, then sighed and crouched down. His brother sort of sat slumped in the break room, giggling a little now and then. There had to be another way to deal with this... But actually getting to a doctor - one that was willing to treat someone like Alex, like him - was sort of easier said than done. Theo sure as hell didn't want to run around just flat out announcing what he was. Maybe they were legal, but that didn't mean anyone else liked it.
"Get up," he mumbled, moving to haul Alex to his feet so he could plop on the couch. He knew in a little while the biggest part of the high would wear off and Alex would generally be functional again... functional being a sort of relative word. Functional compared to him? Fuck no. But functional compared to how Alex usually was? Well... yeah. He could do his job, at least. He sank down next to Alex, frowning. They took care of each other - they always had. But what if he wasn't there? What if someone tried to take advantage of the nervous, red-headed rat that was curled up next to him? That was one of his biggest fears, really: that something would happen to Alex and he wouldn't be there to help him. Maybe it was wrong to think like that, Alex could probably take care of himself if push came to shove. But Theo didn't want to test that theory either.
Theo glanced up when he heard the bell at the front door ring, announcing a customer. "Fuck..." He glanced at Alex and got up, pulling a blanket down to cover up his brother while he slept it off. "Come out when you're ready." He knew he would. Theo nudged the door shut as he left the breakroom and eyed the person that just walked in. "Welcome to Skin Deep - can I help you?"
The car dealer shop was where Owen had stopped at on his way to work this morning. He found a good used car, no new cars since they were ten times as expensive. The one he tested before finally purchasing it. There was sometime to kill while he was on lunch break and riding around New Orleans he noticed there was a new shop opening up in town by looking out his driver side window. He parked his silver volvo, got out, and made his way inside. A bell chimed signaling they had another new customer.
The Physician was not in too much of a hurry to return to his office, so getting a second tattoo from his first one that had an oriental dragon drawn on his upper back but hidden from view since he wore a shirt to shield the art. He never did get tattoos that didn't mean something. The young wereleopard smelt rat, he remember meeting one before so technically he wasn't as new to their species.
His brown hues looked around the room, then looked to see if there was anyone available.
"Hey, over here." Theo sat behind a class display case. "What can I do for you man?" He spoke with a very faint north New Jersey accent. Obviously not quite a local.
The shop was clean, immaculate even. The walls were covered with sketches done by the brothers and images that customers agreed to leave behind should someone else want a similar tat. The display case was filled with various jewelry for every kind of piercing. Theo sat up a bit more, very much aware the man was a leopard, though it hardly bothered him. He glanced over his shoulder, toward the break room when he heard a faint thud. Either Alex fell off the couch or threw something. Didn't really matter - that was why the back door was shut. The rat returned his full attention to the potential customer.
A New Jersey accent? The Dr. Kitten aka Owen Connors couldn't place it since he's never been out past his hometown of West Virginia. The only locations he's been to was New York and London thus far. He'll have to ask the man later where he was from. Another shapeshifter except he knew he wasn't one of his species, but he didn't go pouncing or decided to play whenever he met a rodent like this one.
He was young and learning still of the supernatural world around him, part of the fact he has already seen and met other races besides wererats, he's even had a run in with a vampire who gave him a card one time but he lost it somewhere. New Orleans weather was a little cold, so he wore a light jacket that was made of fifty percent cotton. He wore a gray suit underneath the jacket, red tie, matching colored pants that highlighted his suit and some black dress shoes which was part of the hospital's dress code they had to go by. He studied the drawings, neither one struck his fancy, they had to combine to him..Owen. If anyone understood the world of art, he did.
Tattoos weren't just put on for show, it was on there to show just who you really were and it brought out some parts of your personality. Some just have a tattoo just because they think it's cool. He despised such things and the person flaunting it. "Oh hey. I was thinking to check the place out. You really have some good stuff here. Have anything mythical like a dragon, wyvern, hydra? "He seen something like that drawn on the body once. Hydra tattoos were just as awesome.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Thursday 10th of March 2011 05:53:11 PM
"Thanks... and I can do pretty much everything." Theo took out one of his sketchbooks and put it on the counter. "Those are some custom designs, all of them draconian." Indeed, the pages in the book were filled up with various kinds of dragons, western and eastern, along with wyverns, only one or two hydras. "If you see something you like but it's not quite right, I can design something for you."
He was perfectly content to work with customers to create something they really wanted. Kept them coming up, and he hoped to build that good reputation. "Where are you thinking of getting it done?"
He flipped through the pages of the book that was sitting there. The hydra was nice, it will go well with what he pictured it. Looking up listening to the shop owner ask him about where he wanted the tattoo? Good question. When it comes to drawing tattoos on his flesh, he can be pretty indecisive as he had a thing for them so took more minutes until he found exactly where he wanted the hydra. "I like it on my right upper arm, kind of snaked around it a bit like a chain. "He explained to the man how he wanted it to be done.
Theo looked at the one Owen seemed to like and he shifted some, absently sketching out a human arm on a blank sheet. Then he started drawing the actual tattoo, planning it on paper before he'd ever put it on skin to see how it might look, how certain things would have to wrap. "Something like this?" It was a rough sketch but he'd do something better on the man's skin with a pen or something before he started the actual tattoo. That way Owen would get a chance to tell him if he wanted something different once he saw how it would lay out on his skin.
It kinda tickled, but he resented to laugh considering he was a little ticklish. Owen felt the pen touch his flesh, a little cold but he was watching the other make a sketch on his arm like a preview of a sort. He seen something like this on some biker men at home when he was fifteen years old, only then did he told himself he wanted it chained like theirs had been.
Owen was a little too young to have some art done on his skin at the time, father will never allow his only son to ruin his elegant appearance, but then while he may love his father sometimes he felt restrained by his choices for his boy.
This exactly what he loved, his choices was not his dad to interrupt. He lifted his right arm, the one he showed where it should be. "Yes, yes! That's it! Can you do it for me? "He could've sworn he smelt another rat somewhere in this room, but wasn't sure of this one's identity. In any case, he kept his focus on the man doing his tattoo. Owen tilted his head a little bit, watching carefully.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Friday 11th of March 2011 03:46:57 PM
