|S.O.L. [Open] « Thread Started on Mar 7, 2009, 4:25pm »
[Searching, searching...and more searching. As a result of all this work, what was the payment? Nothing. Shinzui obviously sucked ass at finding these damn headbands. What da hell was wrong wit him? They had to be somewhere right?]
It'd been months since his renewed pact to find his brother and Shinzui had been " Shit out of Luck". He almost convinced himself that there were no headbands, and it was simply a story concocted by the general public to make people continue the way of the warrior in this time of change.
These were the thoughts that ran through the young samurai's mind, that is until..." Hey you gonna pay for that?" Weary eyes opened half way staring at the bar-man before them. Such disrespect. Shinzui had no response to the mans question. He simply sighed picking up a rather small glass sipping the last of its contents down his throat. Afterward the young man would rise up closing his eyes as he slowly, and calmly put his weapons back on his side. " Hey did you hear me!? I said are you going to pay for that?!" Of course Shin was going to pay, however he was insulted by the mans rash actions and chose not to oblige him with what was on his mind. Picking up his glass he motioned to give it to the bartender
[Thwwwaap!| Crash]
It seems the man was short tempered. Instead of giving the man the benefit of the doubt, he slapped the glass out of his hand creating a scene. Still Shin stood calmly why should he react? The man was only costing himself more money. " Sir..." Shinzui began however before he could continue he was cut off. " Shut up." He then snapped his fingers and two rather large men stepped forth. A little...Rash doncha think? That was enough Shinzui was just going to pay before things got serious. He put his left hand into his gi about to take out the bag of cash he had on him, however as he did so a hand came toward his face in the form of a fist. Shinzui's eyes opened as the fist was about to hit giving him just enough time to limbo back. These guys were serious.
Jumping backward he hopped across table making his way to the door, he was not in the mood for a fight right now. Looking back he saw that he was still being chased...Oh boy. Bursting through the doors he dashed to the left interesting day.
[What the hell is wrong wit these people? They just comin' out swinging and what not. Damn. Hope you got yo ish together Shinzui or you bout to get a can a' you know what...]
Re: |S.O.L. [Open] « Reply #1 on Mar 8, 2009, 2:33am »
Kobayashi provided two things to Ayako, both equally important to the inked up tattooist. One was the quality of ink that merchants sold within the walled city was one of the best in the entire country, from rich blacks to flamboyant reds that the woman loved. The second was a good time. She had been after the latter, lounging at a table with one of the tattoo artists that worked in the city, when the excitement had started. "See," she said while tracing a finger down the exposed tattoo on her right calf, "If you premix the inks and just let them sit, the color is dulled when you use it. I use it for my darker colors, but I wouldn't suggest storing inks like that. You need to wait to mix them if you want brighter hues of anything." The dragon, highlighted by rose petals, that curved across her skin in the indicated location was all dark emerald scales and black shadow and as she watched her counterpart Ayako couldn't help but notice that he was looking at more than the tattoo.
The woman rolled her eyes. She didn't particularly care, but the man had fooled her into thinking he cared just as much about the art as she did. Had that been the case she would have happily shown him her other tattoos, not including the ones on her breasts he could already see. The artist knew her outfit was, by most standard, revealing, but found it hard to care. Back in Yokoshan she did all her advertising on her own body, each tattoo done by herself save for the piece on her back. Reaching across the wooden table, the brown-haired woman flicked her companion in the forehead with one finger irritably. "Hey," she snapped as the man jerked his head up, startled, and proceeded to fall out of his chair with a loud crash.
At least Ayako thought that had been the source of the crash. A raised voice made her whip her head around and watch the unfolding drama between the barkeep and a man clad almost entirely in white. Pivoting to watch, the ninjutsu-trained woman raised an eyebrow as the snowman deftly avoided a punch thrown by one of the bartenders thugs. While she found the white theme of the man's clothing and, more importantly, his lack of tattoos bland, she did like the man's style. It had even looked like he was going to pay before the heavies had attacked him. When the man turned to run the woman smiled and tripped the second bouncer with a lazily extended foot. As the larger man crashed into the ground, Ayako leaped over his prone body and sprinted out the door behind the snowman and his pursuer, surreptitiously checking the surprising number of instruments concealed both up her sleeves and in various other places on her person.
As she careened after the duo, Ayako didn't even bother thinking about what would happen when she caught up to the pair. After her last companion had disappointed her, she just needed better company and, lack of fashion sense aside, the white-clad man seemed as good a place to look as any.
Re: |S.O.L. [Open] « Reply #2 on Mar 8, 2009, 12:02pm »
[Hmph. It seemed the world wasn't devoid of good Samaritans after all. In the heat of the action another soul chose to help young Shinzui. Why? I don't know but he sure could use it seeing as those bastards were hulk-like.]
Panting. Lots a panting.
Shinzui continued his decent into the alleyways, for guys that size they sure could move. Glancing back he was surprised to see only one giant. Had he lost the other? Glancing back again he noticed another soul following the group. A pretty good looking, inked up woman, Hm...What did she have to do with everything? There was no way she was responsible for the dissipating giant, or was she? Looking back in front of him he swiftly stopped skidding a few feet forward as he did so. A pillar of wood was directly in front of him threatening to dis configure his being if he didn't stop.
He turned around looking toward the in coming behemoth. Looking right to left he smiled. The man came at him shoulder first threatening to crush him with his brute strength. Shinzui backed up against the pillar as the man came in.
[Crunch| BEEEEEEEEEEEP!]
A cry would emanate through the air, as a loud crunching sound was heard. If one were to look near the pillar a large slumped body would be visible. At the last moment the snowman rolled diagonally left out of the mans way causing him to ram his now dislocated shoulder into the pillar. Ouch. Shinzui stood, a grin playing on his lips as he watched the man wiggle on the floor in pain. He would stand there until the young lady caught up, then he would walk forward once again putting his hand into his gi.
" You should've just waited to see what I was going to do. I'm sure your boss will be happy when you bring this back...Stay still."
Pulling his hand out, he put a few coins in the mans shirt holding him down. He then put a hand on his shoulder and in a swift motion popped his shoulder back in place. This of course would cause a wail from the man as a sharp pain went up his arm. Looking toward the young woman that had just arrived he would sport a large smile. " He's a big baby isn't he?"
[Oh shit look like Shinzui went and tryna get himself a friend. Ain't dat cute. Mhm. Go boy she looking good too, better spit some game boy. Just where is this gonna go?]
Re: |S.O.L. [Open] « Reply #3 on Mar 8, 2009, 6:09pm »
Ayako wasn't sure exactly how long the chase went on for, but she was sure she had chosen the wrong sandals to wear for the occasion when the man in white suddenly stopped running, narrowly avoiding a wooden pole as he did. As the man's pursuer met a painful and ultimately humiliating end, the woman slowed to a walk as she finished her approach and idly ran a finger along her eyepatch. The woman examined the writhing man for a moment, then looked back as Shinzui with a grin on her face. "I'd say so. Rather fast for one so large, though. You should make sure he wont follow you after he gets back up." As if to punctuate her point, the artist planted one foot on the shoulder Shinzui had relocated and stepped down, pushing the limb to the floor and leaning her weight on it as she seemed to peer intently at his face.
"If you were just going to pay, why run all the way out here? Why not just leave the money in the bar? It probably would have saved you the chase." As she spoke, the tattoo-covered woman stepped across the fallen thug and closed what distance there was between herself and the white-clad man, her chest almost touching his as she stared up at the taller person with her good eye. "You don't seem like the foolish type , not to mention the way you avoided the brute here," she marked who she meant by stepping on the man's shoulder again, "Was much smoother than some average bum trying to skip out on a drink." Reaching up, Ayako tugged on the fabric of the man's gi with one hand as she continued without seeming to breath. "But your taste in fashion need some help. All white? You need some color. At least some black to highlight your hair, perhaps some lighter blue or darker purple. That style is so... so samurai I keep expecting you to draw a sword and go on and on about honor and all of that nonsense."
Finally pausing to take a breath, Ayako grinned while finally stepping away from the man without removing her eye from his. As she waited to see what the man had to say for himself, Ayako adjusted her clothing idly. While her clothing was little more than a modified ninja uniform with less fabric, the sleeves had a habit of slipping and it annoyed the tattooist to no end. Her hair had slipped from its already messy bun during the pursuit and rogue strands of auburn hair drifted at odd angles about her face, the ribbon streaming in her hair the only thing keeping it from falling free.
Re: |S.O.L. [Open] « Reply #4 on Mar 9, 2009, 5:43pm »
[Mmm. Mmm. Mmm! Lookie what we got here. A foxxy mama. Shinzui you got a' good piece of woman in front of you if you mess this up, I'll kill you ma' self!]
Beautiful.
Shinzui knew it was a female that was following him before however he couldn't see any of the finer details from the distance the group of people were away from each other. As it turned out she was much more than he'd, at first, guessed. He almost didn't seem to notice that she was destroying the quick-fix healing he'd just finished, as he surveyed her being. From his current position the first thing he would encounter would be her legs which were inked up, with the intricate design of what seemed to be some type of dragon surrounded by hearts, or rose petals from just the slit in her revealing gear he couldn't really tell. The young samurai began to stand as he observed the rest of her amazon-like figure pushing out her more prominent "assets". He couldn't help but notice the designs on 'those' either as he finally got to her face seeing that her hair was a bit messy from the trip. His eyes would ultimately rest in a lock with her as he officially concluded that she was...Hot.
Shinzui zoned out as the woman spoke, her wild ' here today and gone tomorrow' demeanor enamoring him until she grabbed his gi. The grin he wore dissipated, as it was swiftly replaced with a much simpler and attractive smirk showing his facial features and his attempt to make it seem as if he wasn't completely taken aback by the woman. She put herself directly in front of the samurai, almost rubbing herself against him. He of course had no problem with this, however she also commented on the lads fashion. Did she really not like it? He worked hard to look as cool as possible, and she shot him down. Ouch. The irony was that she had hit the nail right on the head. The man was indeed a samurai, and maybe the bland color really had made it apparent. This furthered the mans smirk as he finally retorted to the barrage of speech sent toward him by the female.
" Well, I wouldn't want him to forget to bring back his boss' pay would I? And I planned on paying, but if you didn't notice the bartender, had a little attitude issue. If he would have calmed down maybe he would have gotten his money in a much more...efficient manner And excuse the bland color, I guess I'm just a simple person. "
With that the lad took a pause glancing at the unfortunate man to have dislocated his shoulder, and had to have this woman step on it afterward. Bet he didn't have that written into his contract. Maybe he would learn his lesson. This however was the last thing on the mans mind as he again looked at the woman giving into temptation and getting a peep at her cleavage, hopefully she didn't notice. He wanted the ask the woman her name, but at this point he wanted to get to know her a little better first.
" I couldn't help but notice the beautiful art on your body, who is responsible for it?"
The man was an artist himself, and had an appreciation for works. It being on the female form, of course made it just that much more appealing however it truly was intriguing.
[ Mhm, you sly devil you. I saw you tryna' get a free look. Tryna' act like you ain't all up into dat. Whateva' man, she don't seem like the type to fool wit you betta be lucky she looks interested. And hahaha I pity the fool on the floo' havin' to take that pain. Betta luck next time bud.]
Re: |S.O.L. [Open] « Reply #5 on Mar 11, 2009, 6:33am »
Ayako couldn't repress the smile as she felt the man's eyes roam her body. She didn't particularly care, especially since his gaze seemed to linger on her tattoos as much as her skin. As the man spoke she made a point to let her eyes roam over his body, examining his bland clothing with just as much interest as he had eyed her. When he made the comment about being simple, however, her eyes snapped back up to his face. "I certainly hope you're not simple," she said disapprovingly, "That would be a shame." Her doubts, however, were instantly washed away when he asked about her tattoos. He even called them art! Her eyes lit up with excitement and the resulting grin nearly split her face. Of all the questions he could have asked, that was the easiest way to get on her good side. "Well," she began, "The ones you've been staring at on my chest I designed, but I had a colleague apply for me. Its a bit of an odd angle to try and do on my own, especially the part on my neck."
To display what she meant, Ayako reached back and lifted her hair out of the way while she used her other hand to pull the collar of her outfit away to reveal the twining vine that connected the roses on each of her breasts. She showed no signs of caring or even noticing how much of her skin she had exposed and, as she pointed at the tattoo on her leg, she even sounded proud. "I did that one myself. I'm a tattooist in case you haven't guessed. I usually work out of Yoshokan, but this city sells better ink." She grinned and folded her arms across her chest while she eyed him up and down again. Suddenly she darted a hand forward and, assuming the man didn't move, pushed the sleeve of his gi upwards to expose his arm. "You're just as plain here as your clothes. I can do something about that, if you'd like."
Of course, Ayako didn't think the man would agree but no man was perfect. Other than his bland style, however, Ayako rather liked the looks of the man. He wasn't big, persay, which was excellent and there was no denying he was handsome. But his clothes were a problem. Had Ayako been looking for better ways to spend the night than shopping, she might have considered him. But there was something about him, in his smile, that hinted that she might not have been too far off with the samurai remark....
Re: |S.O.L. [Open] « Reply #6 on Mar 12, 2009, 7:44pm »
[Mm. She likes art. Look at dat ya'll got something in common, what a coincidence. Ya'll some weird @$$ people they just pictures, ain't nothing special...Whatever.]
It seemed Shinzui had struck the right cord. They had a common interest. Shinzui was an artist himself, save for the fact that they weren't in the same field. She inked peoples skin, while Shin inked the canvas using calligraphy to make abstract works. The woman showed more of her skin revealing the rest of the tattoo's on her chest. Shinzui, though happy about seeing skin, was truly intrigued by the works. So much so that he almost touched it to see if there was any texture to it. He had never really gotten to examine a tattoo, however he kept his wits about him, as the woman would probably retaliate not favorable to the samurai. It must have taken much dedication and discipline to create them.
As the woman put her hand on his arm raising his gi he put a hand on top of hers. His skin was blemish less and he planned to keep it that way. Shin wasn't used to people touching his arms and it was his first instinct. He looked into the woman's eyes as he replied.
" I don't think my skin would take well to ink, I keep it natural. Though your art is very interesting. I am an artist myself, I specialize in using calligraphy to create what comes from my imagination. Though its more of a hobby at this point I dream of one day becoming a renowned artist."
Shinzui had no way to show his works, besides actually...Doing it in front of someone. He didn't generally carry examples of his art something that probably made him seem like he did as more of a hobby than anything else. The man didn't have the time to focus on his dreams of becoming a renowned artist at this point in his life. He had other "things" to take care of. Though the lad seemed the friendly, happy go lucky, type he still had no choice but to go for the guns, guts, and glory that all men at one point set their minds too.
" ...And ah so thats why you are here in the city. Ink. I see you have great dedication to your profession. If only I could be in your position."
The man grinned as he said this letting go of the woman's hand letting it rest on the hilt of his katana.
[Well, its been quite a day, a new fresh face. In your profession. Its funny how that man still on the floor though. Haha you think he woulda got up by now.]
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