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Vacation - Closed to Anna
Aug. 4th, 2015 11:20 amAdrian adjusted his sunglasses as he stared out over the waves ebbing and flowing over the deserted stretch of beach. He wasn't usually prone to napping, but it was just too damned peaceful here to not drop off every now and then.
He looked at the empty spot beside him, unsure if Anna was off in the water or had gone back up to the house for something, but he wasn't worried. They were utterly alone here on their vacation hideaway.
Vacation. The word was still anathema to him. He'd taken off before now, long spans where he was between cities where he didn't work, but that was always searching for a place to land. This was different - time away from somewhere he fully intended to return to. Odd, but in a comforting way.
Especially when he thought about how he was hoping to return, and what was in his pocket.
He looked at the empty spot beside him, unsure if Anna was off in the water or had gone back up to the house for something, but he wasn't worried. They were utterly alone here on their vacation hideaway.
Vacation. The word was still anathema to him. He'd taken off before now, long spans where he was between cities where he didn't work, but that was always searching for a place to land. This was different - time away from somewhere he fully intended to return to. Odd, but in a comforting way.
Especially when he thought about how he was hoping to return, and what was in his pocket.
New Years Ink
Jan. 1st, 2015 01:47 pmAdrian learned very early in his career that the best way to avoid starting off the new year dealing with pissed off people was to stop work by ten on New Years Eve. And by stop work, he meant door shut, lights off, and a huge "not a chance" sign on the door.
Even his usual system of capturing inebriated clients clearly requesting whatever drunken ideas they thought fabulous while wearing beer goggles didn't seem to help on New Years Day. Nope. Instead, he closed up and spent the night ringing in the new year in a much better way, to his mind anyway.
Which is why he was able to open the shop at ten on new years day, put out the sign offering ten percent off all new ink, and settle at the counter with coffee and a smile.
Even his usual system of capturing inebriated clients clearly requesting whatever drunken ideas they thought fabulous while wearing beer goggles didn't seem to help on New Years Day. Nope. Instead, he closed up and spent the night ringing in the new year in a much better way, to his mind anyway.
Which is why he was able to open the shop at ten on new years day, put out the sign offering ten percent off all new ink, and settle at the counter with coffee and a smile.
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Aug. 29th, 2014 12:25 pmAs Adrian padded back into town the night after the beach party, he had a vague hope that this time, he'd manage to make it into the shop before someone caught him shifting back to human and he ended up bare-ass naked in front of yet another Siren Cove resident.
At this point, he thought, he might as well just strip down and run through the center of town, get seen by everyone at once and save himself the worry.
He'd tried last night to cut the naked probability down by stripping and shifting at the edge of the forest, leaving his clothes there but when he'd checked the spot just now, his clothes had been gone. Kids pranking, someone liked the look of his jeans, whatever.
It was done and he stood at the door to his shop, took a look over his shoulder, and shifted back to human.
Open to anyone, but mainly for Kat and Anna. Find Adrian shifting, or just stop by the shop later in the day and say hi.
At this point, he thought, he might as well just strip down and run through the center of town, get seen by everyone at once and save himself the worry.
He'd tried last night to cut the naked probability down by stripping and shifting at the edge of the forest, leaving his clothes there but when he'd checked the spot just now, his clothes had been gone. Kids pranking, someone liked the look of his jeans, whatever.
It was done and he stood at the door to his shop, took a look over his shoulder, and shifted back to human.
Open to anyone, but mainly for Kat and Anna. Find Adrian shifting, or just stop by the shop later in the day and say hi.
Since he kept the shop closed on Sundays and Mondays except by appointments, Adrian usually used those nights to assume his panther form and run the woods. As much as he disdained the other ability, or curse, his genetics had left him, he really did enjoy being in his animal form. Everything was so much clearer when all you cared about was the basic needs. Food. Rest. Comfort.
Not that he really gave much of a shit beyond that when he was in human form, but the ghosts of his past plagued him more. When he ran on four paws, he focused on the here and now, not the past or future.
Because he'd run so far that night, dawn had already broken before he'd made it back to Siren Cove. It wasn't that big a deal to pad down the street as a panther here - the residents weren't the type to freak out about that kind of thing. Still, he didn't like making a habit of it.
Once at the shop, he braced and shivered back into human form to open the door and get on with the rest of his day.
Feel free to stop by the shop, or see Adrian transform in front of his shop, or even follow the panther into town
Not that he really gave much of a shit beyond that when he was in human form, but the ghosts of his past plagued him more. When he ran on four paws, he focused on the here and now, not the past or future.
Because he'd run so far that night, dawn had already broken before he'd made it back to Siren Cove. It wasn't that big a deal to pad down the street as a panther here - the residents weren't the type to freak out about that kind of thing. Still, he didn't like making a habit of it.
Once at the shop, he braced and shivered back into human form to open the door and get on with the rest of his day.
Feel free to stop by the shop, or see Adrian transform in front of his shop, or even follow the panther into town
Open for business (open)
Jul. 19th, 2014 08:39 amIt was a good thing, Adrian thought as he propped the door open for the day, that he was good at managing money and at entertaining himself. His business wasn't one that lended itself to a steady stream of customers.
Ink, he found, called all manner of people. Expressionists, impulsives, mourners, and, of course, falling down drunks. Some people planned their ink for months before they committed it to their skin, some came by, browsed, and left with stinging skin and a tube of Aquafor. And some stumbled in, determined the way only alcohol can cause, demanding whatever had made sense to a liquified mind.
He had a special form for those, and every one of them on video, declaring their inebriated desires. They were some of his favorite customers.
There were no appointments on the books today, so he'd spend it printing out some of his latest work and working on some original designs.
Shadow, his three year old black cat, wound around his legs and purred up at him until he picked her up and stroked a hand down her long back. "Finally awake, huh? You're getting to be a slacker, your highness."
Ink, he found, called all manner of people. Expressionists, impulsives, mourners, and, of course, falling down drunks. Some people planned their ink for months before they committed it to their skin, some came by, browsed, and left with stinging skin and a tube of Aquafor. And some stumbled in, determined the way only alcohol can cause, demanding whatever had made sense to a liquified mind.
He had a special form for those, and every one of them on video, declaring their inebriated desires. They were some of his favorite customers.
There were no appointments on the books today, so he'd spend it printing out some of his latest work and working on some original designs.
Shadow, his three year old black cat, wound around his legs and purred up at him until he picked her up and stroked a hand down her long back. "Finally awake, huh? You're getting to be a slacker, your highness."
Siren Cove Ink
Storefront:
Inside/Check in:
There are framed shots of his work on the walls, as well as a printed portfolio of his work. For examples, see this album
Adrian's station:
The blank wall behind his chair is covered in race bibs
Storefront:
Inside/Check in:
There are framed shots of his work on the walls, as well as a printed portfolio of his work. For examples, see this album
Adrian's station:
The blank wall behind his chair is covered in race bibs
Name: Adrian Smith (not his real last name but no one knows that)
Physical: 6'3, dark hair, dark eyes
Ink: Various - but the only ones visible are a black panther the length of his left forearm, and, if he's in a tank top, his shoulder
BACKGROUND & HISTORY: Adrian was born to a normal, upper class Chicago family. His mother is a whiz with numbers and works for the family corporation as COO, and his father is a thoracic surgeon. Because of their careers, they didn't have much time for the token child they had. They didn't want the stigma of abandonment that sending him to boarding schools would have raised, but he was pretty much left to raise himself just the same. He felt closest with his crazy grandfather, whom he visited every weekend until he died when Adrian was twelve.
He had a very vivid series of dreams when he turned sixteen, dreams of running as an animal. He paid no attention to them until he woke up one morning with the taste of blood in his mouth. Desperate for answers, and afraid he was going as crazy as his grandfather, Adrian tried to talk to his parents, both of whom waved his questions off as attention seeking. Then, while walking in the woods on his family estate, he found the carcass of a partially consumed fox and remembered. He shifted on the spot and spent a few hours running in his panther form. When he returned to human form, he renewed his search for answers. He finally found them while searching the attic, a series of journals his father had kept. The journals held all the answers he needed. Adrian discovered that his grandfather had been a shifter as well, but that when his grandmother found out, she forbid him from ever doing something so unnatural again. His grandfather, loving his wife more than life, agreed to stop rather than risk losing her. After five years, he'd tried again when he started to feel madness creeping into him - hallucinations, voices, paranoia - but hadn't been able to shift. The journal lapsed into less coherency and more madness as the years passed, and stopped altogether three years later. The date coincided with his grandfather's commitment.
After one of his Chicago clients killed herself because of his actions, Adrian packed his things and left, deciding to head East on the flip of a coin. He ended up in Siren Cove when he felt a magical pull to the place. He knew he wouldn't be using magic, but that the odds of anyone finding a black panther prowling the woods and shooting first/asking questions later might be lower there and maybe he could start again, doing it right this time. So far, he's been proven correct.
PERSONALITY: Adrian isn't what anyone would call garrulous. He's soft spoken, humble, and dedicated to his craft and helping people display their desires for personal expression through body decoration. He's a good friend, loyal to a fault, and envious of anyone who has a close, supportive family. While he might envy them, though, its not a destructive feeling, though he might get a little disgusted with them for not appreciating what they have. He's not a party sort of guy, but he doesn't mind a night out every now and then. He's also just as happy sitting in the loft over his studio with a book, a glass of wine, and the sight of snow falling out over the town. Adrian smokes when he remembers, but he can take the habit or leave it, and feels close to the same way about sex. It's a good release and not much more to him because he won't let it be.
OPINION OF THE RIVALRY: He's been in Siren Cove long enough to hear the stories and thinks both sides are supremely stupid for trying to enforce their own thoughts on other people. He might not be easily swayed to share that thought - mostly because he's trying to run a business and isn't about to alienate anyone - but that's where his head is.
LIFESTYLE: Adrian is a homebody. He has his work, he shifts, he cooks, and occasionally stops at a bar for a drink. He's not a loner and enjoys the company of friends, but he doesn't go looking for social events. He enjoys running - both in human and animal form - and has run both the Boston and New York marathons. He isn't covered in ink, but the five tattoos he has are there for a reason. Because he lives over his own shop, he's almost always there and it works for him. Outside of the chef's kitchen, his apartment is pretty spartan and outfitted in just the basics. He tends towards dark colors when he dresses, and his usual uniform is jeans and t-shirts, the occasional thin leather bracelets, and two earrings in his left ear, one in his right.
Adrian was adopted by a stray black cat he calls Shadow. He found her as a kitten when he was in panther form and she followed him home, mewling all the way. He fed her, kept her, and she's the closest thing he's ever had to a relationship.
Money isn't a problem for him - he's a trust fund baby from his mother's side - but he rarely touches that money. He used it to buy the building in Siren Cove, and to set up his new apartment, but lives off the money from his shop. Even buying the building, he barely made a noticeable ripple in the bottom line.
POWERS & ABILITIES: As far as anyone in Siren Cove knows, Adrian's only ability is that of a shapeshifter. That's the only thing he'll acknowledge. He can turn into a black panther at will but prefers to spend his time human. He does, however, have magic in him. The power is genetic, a recessive gene passed from the paternal line. The shapeshifting is the main power, but with it comes an ability to influence the minds of others - a trait brought about to make others forget seeing the shifter shift - and quicker than normal healing, especially in animal form.
When he was young and stupid, he started using that magic to help people - he started putting his coercion into his tattoo work - giving confidence to the timid, calm to the scared, influencing feelings. He thought he was helping people, but what he didn't find out until later was that the magic wasn't as permanent as the ink. His customers would be left with situations brought about by his magic, but that they couldn't cope with without it. When one of his former clients killed herself, turned his back on magic altogether. He only keep shifting because he has to or he'll end up like his grandfather.
Physical: 6'3, dark hair, dark eyes
Ink: Various - but the only ones visible are a black panther the length of his left forearm, and, if he's in a tank top, his shoulder
BACKGROUND & HISTORY: Adrian was born to a normal, upper class Chicago family. His mother is a whiz with numbers and works for the family corporation as COO, and his father is a thoracic surgeon. Because of their careers, they didn't have much time for the token child they had. They didn't want the stigma of abandonment that sending him to boarding schools would have raised, but he was pretty much left to raise himself just the same. He felt closest with his crazy grandfather, whom he visited every weekend until he died when Adrian was twelve.
He had a very vivid series of dreams when he turned sixteen, dreams of running as an animal. He paid no attention to them until he woke up one morning with the taste of blood in his mouth. Desperate for answers, and afraid he was going as crazy as his grandfather, Adrian tried to talk to his parents, both of whom waved his questions off as attention seeking. Then, while walking in the woods on his family estate, he found the carcass of a partially consumed fox and remembered. He shifted on the spot and spent a few hours running in his panther form. When he returned to human form, he renewed his search for answers. He finally found them while searching the attic, a series of journals his father had kept. The journals held all the answers he needed. Adrian discovered that his grandfather had been a shifter as well, but that when his grandmother found out, she forbid him from ever doing something so unnatural again. His grandfather, loving his wife more than life, agreed to stop rather than risk losing her. After five years, he'd tried again when he started to feel madness creeping into him - hallucinations, voices, paranoia - but hadn't been able to shift. The journal lapsed into less coherency and more madness as the years passed, and stopped altogether three years later. The date coincided with his grandfather's commitment.
After one of his Chicago clients killed herself because of his actions, Adrian packed his things and left, deciding to head East on the flip of a coin. He ended up in Siren Cove when he felt a magical pull to the place. He knew he wouldn't be using magic, but that the odds of anyone finding a black panther prowling the woods and shooting first/asking questions later might be lower there and maybe he could start again, doing it right this time. So far, he's been proven correct.
PERSONALITY: Adrian isn't what anyone would call garrulous. He's soft spoken, humble, and dedicated to his craft and helping people display their desires for personal expression through body decoration. He's a good friend, loyal to a fault, and envious of anyone who has a close, supportive family. While he might envy them, though, its not a destructive feeling, though he might get a little disgusted with them for not appreciating what they have. He's not a party sort of guy, but he doesn't mind a night out every now and then. He's also just as happy sitting in the loft over his studio with a book, a glass of wine, and the sight of snow falling out over the town. Adrian smokes when he remembers, but he can take the habit or leave it, and feels close to the same way about sex. It's a good release and not much more to him because he won't let it be.
OPINION OF THE RIVALRY: He's been in Siren Cove long enough to hear the stories and thinks both sides are supremely stupid for trying to enforce their own thoughts on other people. He might not be easily swayed to share that thought - mostly because he's trying to run a business and isn't about to alienate anyone - but that's where his head is.
LIFESTYLE: Adrian is a homebody. He has his work, he shifts, he cooks, and occasionally stops at a bar for a drink. He's not a loner and enjoys the company of friends, but he doesn't go looking for social events. He enjoys running - both in human and animal form - and has run both the Boston and New York marathons. He isn't covered in ink, but the five tattoos he has are there for a reason. Because he lives over his own shop, he's almost always there and it works for him. Outside of the chef's kitchen, his apartment is pretty spartan and outfitted in just the basics. He tends towards dark colors when he dresses, and his usual uniform is jeans and t-shirts, the occasional thin leather bracelets, and two earrings in his left ear, one in his right.
Adrian was adopted by a stray black cat he calls Shadow. He found her as a kitten when he was in panther form and she followed him home, mewling all the way. He fed her, kept her, and she's the closest thing he's ever had to a relationship.
Money isn't a problem for him - he's a trust fund baby from his mother's side - but he rarely touches that money. He used it to buy the building in Siren Cove, and to set up his new apartment, but lives off the money from his shop. Even buying the building, he barely made a noticeable ripple in the bottom line.
POWERS & ABILITIES: As far as anyone in Siren Cove knows, Adrian's only ability is that of a shapeshifter. That's the only thing he'll acknowledge. He can turn into a black panther at will but prefers to spend his time human. He does, however, have magic in him. The power is genetic, a recessive gene passed from the paternal line. The shapeshifting is the main power, but with it comes an ability to influence the minds of others - a trait brought about to make others forget seeing the shifter shift - and quicker than normal healing, especially in animal form.
When he was young and stupid, he started using that magic to help people - he started putting his coercion into his tattoo work - giving confidence to the timid, calm to the scared, influencing feelings. He thought he was helping people, but what he didn't find out until later was that the magic wasn't as permanent as the ink. His customers would be left with situations brought about by his magic, but that they couldn't cope with without it. When one of his former clients killed herself, turned his back on magic altogether. He only keep shifting because he has to or he'll end up like his grandfather.
Plotting Page
Jul. 18th, 2014 07:52 pmYou might know Adrian if:
* You've ever thought about getting a local tattoo, or have had him ink your character - he's been in business about two years now.
* If you've ever gotten ink from him, you'd know he has music playing while he works - and his playlists are hella eclectic.
* If you can sense animal shifters, you'd know he is one (black panther) or you've seen him around in animal form
* If your character is a runner, you'd definitely have seen him running in and around Siren Cove. He's run, and finished in good time, the Boston and New York Marathons, as well as other more local runs
* More to come
* You've ever thought about getting a local tattoo, or have had him ink your character - he's been in business about two years now.
* If you've ever gotten ink from him, you'd know he has music playing while he works - and his playlists are hella eclectic.
* If you can sense animal shifters, you'd know he is one (black panther) or you've seen him around in animal form
* If your character is a runner, you'd definitely have seen him running in and around Siren Cove. He's run, and finished in good time, the Boston and New York Marathons, as well as other more local runs
* More to come
Cell phone/Business line
Jul. 18th, 2014 07:50 pmPersonal:
If you don't know the drill by now, I can't help you.
Go.
Business:
You've reached Siren Cove Ink. I'd answer the phone but then I'd piss off whomever's under the needle. Leave a message or stop by the studio if you can make it before nine.
If you don't know the drill by now, I can't help you.
Go.
Business:
You've reached Siren Cove Ink. I'd answer the phone but then I'd piss off whomever's under the needle. Leave a message or stop by the studio if you can make it before nine.
