Staring at the Ceiling, The Roof Has A Face

Cotl · 12-29-2009, 08:03 PM

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OOC: Sorry for the wait.
I am the mastermind
Underline mastermind
Until your pencil breaks

I am the mastermind
Just like a suicide
Your Credit has been denied
De-nied

Your time has come
Kiss it all good-bye
Your time has come
Kiss it all good-bye

He tried his hardest to not move, his breathing had become very slow, as slow as he could make it, fighting back urges to move, to twitch. His audit was still flipping and twitching. Shaking really. He continued to watch her through the mirror, her lines coming together very very nicely as she switched her one eyed gaze back and forth. she was soon to finish the actual skull, and she lifted her hand from his belly, which gave him the okay to twitch, and he twitched, his spine tensing for a moment before it relaxed and he laid back down. Her fingers flipped through the pages, looking for the set of bones she had picked out to be the ones whom cross. They'd sure take the fun out of the dirty jobs, though the feo spoke about the scorpions. Cotl guessed that she liked to get the rush out of getting up and into the fight rather than let someone else do the dirty work. Cotl teeter-totted on the whole issue. Some days he wanted to dig his claws into someone, and other times, he just figured he would rather someone else be the cause of all the trouble and sit back and watch. He shrugged at her comment, a smile adorning his face as he did so.

Once she had found the page, she had started to work again. Cotl held the mirror up again and watched as she drew each femur and adding a few finishing touches. Cotl put the mirror down to his side and the leaned up. He looked at his belly button scrunched up before he decided to lay back and look at it in the mirror again. Anything I should change before I make it permanent? she asked and the male shook his head. " Hmm. Naw, that's actually perfect.-FILTHY FUCKING SWINE- Now we can get to the permanent. " the male spoke, grabbing his tattoo gun, and reaching into the drawer below it, and taking out the empty black cartridge out of it, and putting a new one in. He also brought out the white, but put that on the counter for when they were to add the white to the outline. He then handed her the gun and nodded his head before he leaned over to the opposite side of his bed and pulled up a cloth and some rubbing alcohol in a spray bottle and (it was sometimes amazing the things he found.) he handed it to her. This is rubbing alcohol. It's used as an disinfectant, as well as the fact that it'll clean-NYEH- up the extra ink and blood up. It'll also keep your canvas cleaned up. he spoke, nodding his head lightly and then finally lying back down on his back. He was ready to start when she was.

" Cotl is talking!"

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-03-2010, 07:02 AM

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No worries! 552.

This was the most still she'd ever seen the gray and gold Cotl, and the silver-furred Centurion assumed it took quite a lot of effort for the male to remain in such a pose for so long. He was always moving, twitching, shouting, cursing—it hardly bothered Kaena, but it was a little disconcerting to find him so still under her touch. Then again, he understood this art better than she did, and he certainly appreciated the need for the "patient" to be quite still during the whole process. Movement caused mistakes, slips, jagged lines, and so forth. The silver-furred hybrid wanted this to be quite good work; she would not disappoint Cotl.

His artistic skill made him a wonderful candidate for his Immunes rank; with such a creative mind and imagination Cotl was sure to find his duties easy to perform. Inferni was not so hard to decorate for, anyhow. They mostly demanded skulls to be painted and tattoos to be given. Warpaint might be interesting, if they ever got into an all-out brawl with another clan. Certainly it would help to strike fear into their enemies' hearts with the sight of the Inferni coyotes all painted up in red like blood and black like shadow.

It was not as if Kaena could not appreciate watching a good fight; if she had lived in the ancient times she would have been one to attend the games at the Coliseum quite often, cheering and roaring for the blood to spray across the sand. The silvery Centurion thrived on violence; it had been a part of her life for longer than she could remember. Her whole life seemed to be a procession of events leading from bad to worse and back to bad again; there was no golden age of Kaena Lykoi, no pax romana for her.

His answer was encouraging, and the silvery hybrid's crooked and twisted smile appeared on her scarred muzzle. He complimented her with perfection, something that Kaena Lykoi strived for at all times. The hybrid listened carefully at his next words, for this was something she had never done before. Sterilization? Germs? Infections? Such things were almost entirely foreign to Kaena, and it was quite a wonder that she had not killed any of her clients thus far. Grinning sheepishly, she had to ask: "Disinfectant prevents infections? You can use it on wounds?" she queried, looking practically mystified. One must understand—up until some months ago, Kaena's idea of caring for her wounds simply involved a dip into salt water. Naniko's healing herbs, long gone as they were, were a huge step forward.

She paused a moment for an answer, grabbing the tools and setting then on front of herself. The hybrid peered over each of them curiously, first dousing the male's shaved patch with a spray from the bottle, using the cloth to wipe it very nearly dry. It smelled rather potent and powerful, and the hybrid could hardly believe something that smelled so caustic could be of actual use in preventing infections. It would have helped Kaena to understand that bacteria caused infections, but she did not know what a bacteria was, only that they were a potential cause of turning the water of the lake at the center of Arachnea's Revenge a bright, fluorescent blue.

Table thanks to Erin!

Cotl · 01-04-2010, 10:23 PM

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OOC: We need to end this soon and make a more current thread <3 When you want to end it? I'm also okay with an OOC ending if you want. Horribly short too, sorries. SSWM: 285
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Disinfectant prevents infections? You can use it on wounds? she asked to him. Cotl nodded his head to her. Ja, und ja. It's very useful for wounds.-FAGGOT FACED HOG FUCKER- The prefix "dis-" means "not" so, Disinfectant would be "not infect-ant." the male explained, adding his knowledge of the English language with the female. The little brat was intelligent, possibly more than he was supposed to be. You could tell that under that icy gaze, there was perhaps a genius in disguise. He happened to know about random things that you often wouldn't expect him to even be interested in. The male felt her spray his stomach down with the liquid, which made the male flinch and blink. It was a natural flinch, one that was made because of the coldness of the liquid on his bare stomach. The male regained his composure before he looked to his tattoo gun. He took it and pointed to the needle. You should always sanitize your needles after you've already used them.-YOUZ A HOE!- I already used this one, so if you would, please spray this needle before you start tattooing me. You know, so I don't get sick or anything. the male spoke to the feo, figuring she knew that a dirty needle could mean trouble. If she didn't, well Cotl had informed her just now.

The male put the gun back infront of the feo and then laid his left arm on his chest, and his right arm, holding up the mirror so he would be able to see what she was doing. He wanted to be able to coach her through something if she found out she needed help or something, so it was good for him to be holding the mirror there.

Speak Think. walk.

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