Post by Natasha Black on Jul 27, 2021 8:19:56 GMT -5
Tash was amused that after a few years she pretty much remembered all the cords, they were complimenting her but she knew in a few she had messed up, but she kept playing. It was like riding a bike you never really forget. Not wanting to ignore anyone she smiled and acknowledged the complements that were given. "You know, maybe I'll take you up on that offer sometime, handsome." She really knows what type of music the band played but just checking out what they liked would be fun. When she finished playing her guitar back from where she got it from, and headed back to the table, watching what Feather was sketching out. It actually was very beautiful and so delicate looking. Tash was really impressed by all that Feather knew, she was so uniquely herself and talented that Tash only wished she could be half talented as she was. "Feather it already looks so beautiful." Soon it would no longer obe a drawing, it would be an everlasting mark on her skin.
Listening to Feathers advice about hanging, she joined Catcher in the seating area. She pulled her feet up on the flood and sat crossed legged, tucking her dress between her legs so she wouldn't accidentally fash anyone. She looked over at Catcher thoughts in her mind about him traveling to big fancy cities; it was another thing they never talked about.Cloud was right though they needed to get to know each other. She had spent some time with him lately but everytime she had wanted to be one with him something came up or they were interrupted.
"You know if you like hugging a pillow so much,Catch we should get out one night just you and me.I think I might have known something more fun to cuddle." She laughed knowing that what she said could be taken in more than one way. She didn't care if Cloud thought she was being a tease, he didn't know what she was planning. She looked over at him, gave a half smile and winked. She would take Catcher out on a night he'd never forget.
She started chewing on her finger anxiously as she knew sood would have to feel the pain of the tattoo needle to her skin. This would only be brief and she would make it through teeth clenched and not show any weakness, physical pain nothing in the end,by the time it would be finished it probably would even hurt anymore. She didn't know why it was making her so anxious she wanted a tattoo so there was not going to be any backing out. Pulling her hand from the mouth, she tucked them under her stopping herself from being so closed off, it was on the girl she wanted to be anymore. Getting up she picked up the bottle of gray goose and poured herself a double drink it down quickly. " I guess I'm ready to get thing rolling." She looked over at Feather who raised from her seat, she was probably ready to start soo too.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2021 14:43:55 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Aug 18, 2021 1:23:50 GMT -5
Cloud drank from his glass one more time and then went behind Feather to look at what she had so far. It hadn’t been long since she began but she had held it up to show Natasha and Catcher while he was busy waving his fog of vapor away so he didn’t see it properly.
He had heard what Catcher said about going to the big cities to make his dreams come true and he made a promise to himself he would do it. With or without his friend, they would always be together in his heart and when the time came, they would need to do what they had to for the sake of life. But if he did show up, it would be like time didn’t pass and the welcome would always be extended. He might even have to leave his sister behind to set off on the perilous journey but he really believed he could find a work around even if she didn’t like fame and fortune. All of the curses that came with it; she didn’t deserve to have the entire world hound her, judge her and put her through hell because of him when he made it. They hadn’t talked about it but he was bound to be on the right course and it was inevitable, he was confident his music was the way. Someday he would sit down with her to really discuss it, see what she wanted; his twin was the only person he could never stand to lose, it would kill him.
”That looks pretty good…” It was a casual compliment that didn’t sound like much of one but for Feather, this was standard. It meant a much greater thing, he just didn’t express stuff right with her; if music wasn’t a thing, he would have many issues communicating beyond body language and that was usually quite spastic. Catcher was right about the design turning out to be more than likely what Natasha would want or ever dream of and he just pointed with his vape towards his friend who was idly lying down now. Then Natasha said she thought it was beautiful too and he also pointed at her, grinning and chuckling before sucking a mouthful of his fruity air pen. Today it was strawberry shortcake and nobody knew how good it tasted, just like they could never understand his love for the colour pink.
”Numbing cream or no? This is gonna hurt.” Really it was a question for Feather and it didn’t matter to him, the more pained Natasha was, the funnier it would be to get through this work of art; he was always laughing with and chatting to clients while tattooing but it would be a stark contrast to see how quiet Feather was. It made her clients put on big pants and toughen up a lot more like some silent peer pressure that they had to be quiet and strong like she was. A big cheesy grin took over his face, crinkling all lines and he rubbed his hands together in excitement, shifting around Feather and her work station to get out of the way of the inking bed. He wanted to touch her bottles of ink and fiddle with her needles to see if they worked but he knew Feather would slap his hands away because they were her delicate toys.
”We know, we know.” Finally, he wiggled away toward Natasha and put his hands on her shoulders, steering her from behind forward over to Feather while criticizing Catcher with a fake shooting glare and scrunched nose as they walked past. If she always sounded like this, it was no wonder Catcher was being reeled in by this tease, who was nothing but a tease and he mouthed at his friend from above her, asking if he was ever going to tap this girl, his height often saving him from his cheekiness. All this suggestive language, cuddling and night time had Cloud's gutter brain on overdrive but he was rational that girls like this were not worth the chase, only Catcher seemed to think otherwise like he had a point to prove, a mind to change, a heart to turn; it was a nightmare to observe. He wanted to warn his friend that meeting his match was not going to be a good thing, he had to stop being hooked on something that was new and mind blowing for his own sanity. Finding the person who turned him upside down still meant he would be upside down.
”Stop trying to set up a date. You’ve been enough trouble. He hasn’t played a set with me, popped bottles… in ages… saying he’s got to go see someone. Fuck, that someone is definitely you.”The powers she held were too much, they were so confusing he didn’t want to think about it but there was nothing else to do when he had to watch it and it was beginning to bother him that his buddy was not only different to his usual self, but reminiscent of his own twin sister. He thought he might have had too much to smoke, too much coke or too much of something and might croak. At least the idea of them ever getting together was unlikely, if it was meant to happen, it surely would have already and he eyed Catcher with some pity, blurry faced, and scooting Natasha towards to the seat, plopping her down with a pressing motion.
Post by Feather Crestfall on Aug 19, 2021 9:44:53 GMT -5
Feather was in her own little world sketching away the few finishing touches to her piece when Cloud leaned in over her shoulder. "I know, she's pretty easy to figure out anyway. I added a thistle flower, it fits the colour scheme,she is sweet but I can see a prickly side" Feather smiled at Cloud.it didn't take her long to get a read on Natasha. They were both shape shifters but she could sense this freshly bleached blonde had part about her that she was keeping guarded and it was messing with this possessive force she could be sending out in the world.
Placing her pencil down she walked over to her work station and began pulling out different colours of ink. Lavender, silver, aqua and white first. She uses Catcher's colours to bring the flowers to life, along with black, gray work she was accustomed to do. She put on a pair of black gloves and pulled her stainless steel tray over, wiping it down with a cleaning solution before she placed the blue medical drape down on top. She quickly removed her hand protection, throwing them in the trash. Feather was very particular on how she liked her set up. She always liked having all she needed in arms reach so when she started she didn't have to go scrambling to look for something she had forgotten. She took out tiny ink cups and lined them up in two parallel rows as she counted them out. Slipping on another pair of gloves so she wouldn't stain her fingers. She began to fill them up by grouping similar colours and tones together.
" It's up to T if she wants cream or not. Some people like to feel the pain,after a few hours even the toughest people crack." If she sat well it could take anywhere between four to five hours to finish. Feather always took her time wanting whoever her client was to be happy with the piece in the end. Her work was quality. "We need to settle up before I get started, sure I will give you the friend and family discount but there is still my time, supplies and the fact you're getting a Crestfall original…" Feather didn't work for free. Everything she had was all earned from her art whether it was her paintings or her tattoo work. She knew what she deserved. She wished she could live a life where she didn't have to make money to survive but cash made the world go round. "I hope you don't find me rude, this is my job though it is how I make money. How about we settle on two hundred which is an awesome deal and you and Catcher can take Cloud and I out in the woods sometime. Show is the best spot to run free, maybe introduce me to more like you. Seth sounds fun."
She didn't know about Cloud but she wanted to make friends with the other shifters, maybe sort of find a community where they can fully be accepted. For so long it was just Cloud in her. They were genetic freaks that exploded into mountain lions one day. It had happened to her brother first and she'd gotten so upset and scared changed almost right there beside him. What they thought was just the flu, with the fever and sweating ended up being something they never expected. Now that all seemed like a lifetime ago. " Catcher, how old were you when you first changed?" They were both almost seventeen when they phased for the first time and they never had an explanation, no one they could talk to. It was Feather's idea to come to Forks hearing all about sightings of overgrown wolves in the news and paired with the Quileute legends she had a feeling she found something.
She watched Cloud move Natasha out of the seating area and over to her chair. She picked up her machine and listened too closely. After all her years tattooing and with her extra special hearing she could tell if there was something off the ailment of her machine just by listening, everything sounded fine and she double checked her needle making sure she had the lining needle on as she started with the outline first. Pushing the medical table to the side, Feather picked up a cup full of markers and grabbed her sketchbook off her desk. She placed the drawing down beside Natasha before grabbing her arm and starting to freehand the outline onto her shoulder. "This is actually going to look so beautiful when it's done. I'm happy to have someone with such a pretty soul to wear it."
Post by Catcher Reeves on Oct 1, 2021 5:36:17 GMT -5
As Cloud spoke and steered Natasha, he let out a small laugh that lingered as a smirk on his face, a glint in his eyes as he looked down then back at them. She was promptly situated beside Feather at her tattoo station by his friend and he shook his head slightly, an indescribably amused yet resolute expression on his face. He didn’t need to see Feather’s finalized design to know that it would be wonderful; having read Cloud’s face and heard what additions she had done to the floral pattern. The prickly side statement was true and he remembered their hangover, eyeing Feather like she could scare herself if she knew the better side of her third eye.
Similarly, whatever Cloud thought about his situation with Natasha was probably accurate but he had a problem of learning more from mistakes than being told what not to do, consciously preferring to go through life as an education than heeding the books. There was a mixture of emotion showing on his tall friend’s face that pointed to his understanding of agonizing confusion about Natasha’s behaviours; they changed in the presence of different people and again differed when they were alone. In turn his own altered similarly, a biological mimicking that seemed to be for protecting themselves. ”It is her.” He said it outright. At least there was no confusion for her if she ever suspected that mystery person to be Candela with the way Cloud had thrown the information out, he answered without needing to just so it erased some doubt in what she might wonder. ”You can leave her alone. I’ll do those things with you next week.” Plain language flowed as he sat up, fluffing the already furry square cushion to place it back where it was. He drank the rest of his glass, reactionless to the burning alcoholic taste, taking it from the table and holding onto it once empty.
”If you know something more fun to cuddle I’m listening. “ His eyes moved like arrows that pointed to Cloud, the faint smirk rising at the corners to a brief triumphant smile as he proceeded with her conversation regardless of the half-hearted complaint that had been made.”Whatever it is, we’ll go.” It was more likely that her plans would become his but she had something up her sleeve as the wink caught his eye like a secret code and he watched her now as if he didn’t know what to think. His mind didn’t want to wander like it usually did, as if the surprise could actually surprise him for a change; it seemed to be part of her charm, being the only person in his life that threw him for a whirlwind spin. ”Seth is fun. You’d like him, everybody does. I’ll see when you two might be able to meet but he’s busier these days… as I’m sure you are too. If it’s not in our group hangout, you’ll eventually be seeing him at a party or something for sure.” There was something strange about talking to Feather about his best friend in front of Natasha. Deep down, he felt like Seth was actually her best friend now and there were things he refrained from opening up because it was just layering into his younger buddy unnecessarily. The gap of being missing in action wasn't the main culprit and that was mostly what he concerned himself about when it came to reacquainting things with Seth. ”Cloud already saw him in drag…”It was impossible he hadn’t told his sister since it was the talk of many people that night at the club.”You probably won’t see that though, I kind of put him up to it after he was wasted.”
He stood up as he talked to her, walking toward her table and scuffing the back of his head in a sheepish manner as he recollected those shenanigans that led to dressing up his poor little brother; it was the craziest thing that Seth could pass as Leah with a long dark wig. Reaching over to his back pocket as he left his cup on the desk, he pulled out his wallet and slid the bills between two fingers to Feather. ”You don’t have to explain…” Referring to her request to be paid that came out bashful and rambling, he tilted his head and looked at her like she was a child, telling her in a calmly entertained voice. ”Woods is more her thing though.” He wasn't as familiar as Natasha was about the area and resigned that he was in actuality the fucked up, uptown city boy she would be very disappointed in. It was a quick glance to Natasha before he shrugged and stepped away to the bar cabinet to look for something different to pour, ultimately holding a little bottle of scotch that wasn’t much of a change from whiskey itself that he had just had. The candles were burning scents of Madagascar vanilla and nothing else seemed to bring out the right notes his compromised nose smelled. He made his way back to the desk and just swiped the glass away with him as he went back to the couch, placing everything down with a clink as glass collided with metal, beside a bronze ashtray.
Sounds of slopping liquor refilling the bottom of the crystalline glass; he recapped the bottle aptly timed to Feather’s odd question. It was a bit of a shock to search his memories for the precise moment he discovered he wasn’t human but he flipped those pages of the memory bank that was his brain. ”I was about sixteen when I phased.” He was raised aware that he could be more like one parent than the other, not really able to explain to Feather that his parents often pushed his likeness of them onto the other in blame. They didn’t want to be responsible for how he was or finding any resemblance as a positive thing and it mostly reminded him they should have never had him together. ”It was kind of expected to happen… but it was better to find out for sure sooner than later that I could… or couldn’t.” Without the gene, he would probably have never survived past his youth; ultraviolence or some kind of vice would have always triggered a transformation so he wasn’t surprised when it happened. It protected him to a degree, seemed like a godsend that propelled him out of being a disappointment even if both parents had a different desired outcome and he stared at the dark liquor as if it was something he shouldn’t have touched. There was no breaking through those hidden things and he had solidified most of the rebellious assumptions and faults made as accusations against him within a short span of time after he phased. Screwing with labels was an adventure in being done with the notion of being the kind of 'Hollywood badboy' who would have been publicly linked to a 'Park avenue princess'.
Fiddling for his lighter, he gesticulated with a hand to Cloud, opening and closing his fingers high in the air in his direction until a box was flying at him and the grasp secured it in a snatch. ”I don’t phase often anyway.” Snapping the wheel, the thread that linked to gas in the zippo burst into flame and he shut the lid with a thumb, a steadily smoking black cigarette held in the corner of pursed lips. Just one, he told himself and it was far enough from the women that it didn’t affect them. It was as though an invisible heavy crown faltered him but he was always like this ever since he went home to his father for the last two years. As he waited, he leaned into the seat and let his head flop back so he was staring at the ornately pieced ceiling, a medallion encircling the entry hole where the wiring held the chandelier. The smoke wafted up in a sedating zigzag above him, the red hot end gradually turning into ash before he shifted to rid it. It was at the same time when Feather happily talked about the dedicated art she just made and Natasha’s beautiful soul; somewhat like innocence reviving him as he just closed his eyes smiling at the perfect contrast of his disillusions.
Post by Natasha Black on Oct 8, 2021 17:26:52 GMT -5
A pair of hands touched her shoulders and she was guided over towards where Feather had her tattoo station set up and practically vices into the chair by Cloud. He really didn't need to do anything, it wasn't like this was her first tattoo. She had her pack tattoo which she had to sit quietly though trying to prove to the boys that she was just as strong as they were. She didn't chicken out then there was no way she would do ao now. Nothing ever hurt more than when her bone all dislocated and repositioned under her skin to transform her into her lycan state. Numbing cream didn't even cross her mind until Cloud mentioned it. " I won't need cream, I'm sure I can handle a little physical pain. If I can't then you can laugh at me for being stupid." She looked back at Catcher. The more she thought about it, a little physical pain wouldn't match up to the pain of feeling rejected by the one person who you were supposed to love for the entirety of your life. That pain was almost impossible to get past, it was so bad before Catcher had returned she thought she would almost be better off dead. Now she felt she had a new lease on life. She wouldn't let those thoughts creep back or let her heart be so weak. She didn't know exactly what happened when she drowned at the beach. She wished whatever made her imprint the first time was gone for good.
It was nice to hear that she was the one who stole his attention, for a while she had thought Candela had caught his attention. There were all these little things Catcher did that made her feel special. She just wished she had noticed all this before her meltdown the day after prom at the strip club. She had gotten so mad that everyone was so willing room help Candi with her stupid breakup just after one night. The dumb human would never know what real love or heartbeak was. It was one of the reasons why she got so mad. It might have been a bit of jealousy taking over and wishing she was the gnome who could easily move on with life. Now she had no need for that jealousy but it was still there when she heard Candi's name. Coming to the realization Catch might actually like her was difficult. She has been so blinded by imprint since it happened,was it possible it had even liked her before? Seth had mentioned he had a crush on her but those words were so foreign but now we're really starting to sink in.
"I'm sorry if I mess up your plans." She half smiled at Cloud and moved herself to be a bit more comfortable in the chair pulling her skirt down to show less of her thighs. She wasn't trying to tease when it had mentioned cuddling. She was going to have to take a trip out to Seattle to get some things for school sorted out and she really didn't want to go alone but knew she needed to. There was a part of her that was still reluctant to pack up and move away to school, but at least when she went alone she could plan out a date to the zoo, maybe try to figure out how to get a private tour for him to be able to see the koalas. "Don't worry about what I said. Have fun with Cloud this weekend. I have something to do anyway." She hadn't really known Catch to be the musical type. He has spent the time with her in the music room but never said he played. She had never asked either. She would prefer if he was occupied with Cloud then she would have to worry about him finding out her surprise. It would have to happen at some point this summer, it be a day she could have him all to herself.
She had been more wrapped up in getting a tattoo that she hadn't even thought about payment, she had the money but not on her at the moment. She usually made sure she had some cash on her just in case but she had left her purse at home and only put twenty for gas in her boot. She was about to speak up and apologize when Catcher pulled the bills and passed them to Feather. He didn't have to pay for her impulsiveness and she wouldn't let him pay for something she wanted in this manner. "Thank handsome, I'll square up with you later, if you follow me home." The request was one she didn't expect. Both Cloud and Feather didn't look like people who would spend too much time in the woods, but they were shapeshifters after all. That part of them like her would probably need to break out every once in a while.
She knew the whole area well, she had spent so many hours memorizing paths and trails that she had a map burnt into her brain that she would never forget. " How about we make a camping trip out of it. Seth can come if he is free, he is pretty busy working lately though. You're probably stuck with just us." Veronica was another person they could invite out but Natasha wouldn't even mention her name to Feather right now. She didn't think her friend was impressed with her behavior of late. V had been spending more time with Candi and she had begun to think the blonde was taking her place as her best friend. She also didn't want to invite her because of the history she had Catch shared. Some part of her like when she had his full attention, it made her feel like she wanted, which was something she hadn't felt for so long so if she had to flirt a little she would.
She watched Feather fiddle with her inks and tools and took a few breaths. She was a little anxious but it would go away once they got started. Feather asking about the first time Catcher had phased made her wonder also. It wasn't something she had asked before they all had their own stories that it didn't cross her mind often her phasing was such a big deal that the almost everyone had known about it already she had changed right out in the open with Jake and Quil and it didn't take the other long to find out. She listened closely as he spoke, not waiting to miss a word. She had already missed so much about him that she wishes he hadn't. Hearing that for him it was a phase that was expected made her eyes widen. She almost wished that was the same for her but not being fully quileute it wasn't expected. It made her wonder more about his parents but she wouldn't ask. She had talked about her parents from time to.rime but even that was a confusing topic she rather not get into. "I don't know why he doesn't phase much. I stopped for a while but it just adds to the heaviness like I was putting chains on something that needs to be free."
She felt Feather's fingers against her skin and looked down at her drawing and outline and switched out colour pens so much she could comprehend it all. She didn't get the whole pretty soul comment Feather had barely just met her. Did she have a way of seeing the world differently? However Feather saw the world Natasha did like the complement. "Thank you." She smiled not really knowing how to respond to Feather. So far today has been one of her favorites in a long time. "When did Cloud and you first phase?" She didn't know if she was crossing any boundaries with asking some of the pack had things that angered them into changing out just a phase it sometimes seemed.a not to inmate asking."If you don't feel like answering, it's ok too. I first phased after a date..." she knew soon Feather would soon pick up her tattoo gun and then she would probably be talking through her teeth just to hold a conversation. "Everyday I wish I would never agree to go. That's all in the past now, I just have to move on with life and forget all about and enjoy the now."
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2021 9:30:36 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Nov 6, 2021 5:46:42 GMT -5
”Nah…”She hadn’t messed up any plans. They didn’t normally make them the way people do. They were as logical as a text message of few words. The dystopia of the chat history and real life communication between them would have cops thinking they weren’t the same people. Taking a few steps back from making her sit, he plunged back onto a chair too, grabbing back his alcohol beforehand. ”…long as you give us bro time, we’re cool.”It wasn’t always bro time, it was just hang out time which ranged from jamming rehearsals to having profound conversations while tripping in some faraway galaxy of their minds. That was usually his idea since Catcher preferred just drinking, somehow distrustful of himself in a both inebriated and hallucinogenic state. ”Be funny if he did that just so you’d invite him home.” Rolling his eyes, he wondered what she was going to do on the weekend that was so important she actually offered them to be preoccupied. It was like a permission that insinuated she had her private thing and that was funny to him, given they didn’t seem to be in a real relationship. So he messed with them, twisting her little awkwardly flirtatious yet innocent statement. It made him scoff a little, as if he was laugh coughing, not truly with any disdain.
”Camping…? Like those summer camp places…? I dig those instructor chicks… we could scare all the kids too, serial killer stuff! Or are we going all guerilla with tents… cause I don’t, tent?” His voice went in a wave of attentive tone, giving away his excitement, and some of his personality for the first time since he had met Natasha. As a matter of fact, he would glamp but he had an inkling the traditional way was what everyone else had in mind, talking about being in the woods. He had to throw it out there that he was unashamedly a resident of the concrete jungle and had no interest in a real one. It wasn’t that he wasn’t open to it, he just didn’t want everyone to expect much and have high hopes because he was a guy who sometimes rapped about being hard, going through shit and making it. Those had nothing to do with this but sometimes he felt like he had to be all tapped out of experiences so that the rest was believable and it was stupid.”…I’ll tent if y’all tent but one of you better be Bear Grylls so I survive.” He had seen that show sometimes, respect for the man who would drink his own distilled piss but Cloud was almost questioning how far he would go just to stay alive. Would urine even be that bad if he was always imagining being in the great outdoors hiking and getting stuck in a hole so he died there like one of many unfortunate hikers. In his way, he was making light of the situation, agreeing to the trip. It was indirect but he wasn’t going to jump for joy and throw his arms around saying he was excited because he didn’t even know what camping entailed; he had never seen that done in the forest. Back in Arizona and on the road, the sky met the earth and there weren’t many trees, it was without shadows, without other creatures and just didn’t have the same feel as a real camp; he couldn’t even convey it correctly.
”He doesn’t phase much cause we hang in the city. I don’t phase too much either. It’s fun and all but you don’t wanna know… try phasing when drunk or high in the streets… I’m gonna end up in the pound or at some sanctuary getting tagged. Worse I don’t wanna get shot by some dumbass. I kinda wanna see what happens if I phase on stage or at an after party someday though.” It was partially accurate for Catcher and wholly for himself. He was pretty sure they had great reasons not to be phased considering just going out dressed the way he does already attracted a lot of conflict and controversy. ”Besides, have you seen his face and mine? Why would we wanna be animals all the time.” His hand waved sporadically across his face like he was wiping off a mask; it was the ‘face off’ move and he was struggling not to think about that movie with all of Nick Cage’s meme sad face. Mainly, he said so to mock her, and to bring his friend out of his little smoking zone. That face was a touchy subject, so unavoidable yet so detrimental to a person who wanted the world to see their substance, surpass their exterior and Cloud chuckled before just grinning from ear to ear. There was a lot going on with this girl and the relaxing boy on the couch but if they were going to be in his life that way, he was going to make the most of it, no filters and all the friendly taunts.”Just kidding dudette.” Or was he? He inhaled, amused, reaching to drink more so he was almost done with his glass.
”How old were we again…?” He asked Feather, the number of their years forgotten from the blockade of the memory in his head. Suppressing it was what he had done to cope but his sister had worked through it like some sort of sage guru. That day was a blur but the day before that was worse. It had been a week already by then, since their father died. But it never felt real until he saw the casket close for good, lower into the earth, be buried six feet under. It was permanent then, unreachable. And he had cried, wept, kept crying until he got angry, acted out and lashing at everything that reminded him of dad. But over the next months, he had begun to realize all those things were the only parts he had left of him, the only parts he could hold onto and his attitude did a full turn. It was like he came full circle but missed the plot about staying sober like his sister did. While she learned from the mistakes their father made and became careful about choices that affected life, death and her soul or body, he was all over the place. He started emulating, doing all the same things just to feel closer, feel the spirit alive with him. He restarted, picking up music again, dreaming of making it big and making him proud. But he also started drinking, smoking, and doing drugs to experience what dad had. It was part of the life but also part of his own loss; the over indulgence was a testament to how little he thought life could go on because it was so easily taken. There had been nothing he could do to stop it and from that day onwards, he had thought it was going to happen to him sooner or later, he may as well go out the same if not with a louder bang. These recurring thoughts never deviated; it made him who he was now, boosted his persona as the real deal. He stayed real.
”I phased first then she did.” He actually remembered this. The details in between locked away. ”I scared her.” Although it wasn’t funny, he smirked then proceeded to start sniggering, stifling it as best as he could with the side of his hand. It wasn’t the entire truth of their ordeal and coming of age for shifters, but it was all true. His transformation had sparked hers and it definitely triggered some sort of intense reaction where she was deeply vulnerable, yet strong. Feather was calm and collected, unlike him and almost everything he had done until then couldn’t move her; she was the mountain and he was the wind.”Now that I think about it, it was crazy… and I’m sorry Fea. You can prank me so hard I phase sometime, literally jump out of my skin.” Murmuring an apology, he didn’t want it to stay on that aspect as Natasha’s added comment about not answering almost made him think she wasn’t expecting anything too dark and sad. He turned back to her and just watched her for a moment, getting her stencil drawn.
”Pffft, you phased after a date. What the fuck? Was it that bad?! I thought most people get all angry or crazy to phase the first time.” Beginning again, he turned the attention onto her story. It divulged something about her past that he was now extremely curious of. He didn’t even know who she had dated that could have caused her to phase when in his experience; it was something tragically emotional that brought out the wildness in him. Now that he had assumed it was something negative for her too, he was finding it hard to believe anything she might deny to turn it positive. It almost made him feel better that there was someone other than himself and Feather who had some horrible ordeal push them over that edge. But, that also seemed too good to be true as he judged her to be a girl who hardly had any pain except maybe a typical broken heart. Even that wasn’t much to him, as everyone was bound to get one, nothing that couldn’t be repaired, just like his own. Maybe he had it wrong but he almost trivialized break ups and romances that ended sourly if it was brief, when he knew time was not the determining factor of depth. He just wanted to stay on top of it; the more he watched Catcher go through life with heartache after heartbreak like there were just millions of pieces to grind, he was a little afraid, preferring to put love out of his mind until he came to that bridge when he did. His relationships had been occasionally tumultuous or vague; sometimes incoherent even to himself, unsure why he ever dated those women.”Yea well, if you didn’t go on that date, you might’ve still gone on another one. It’d probably be the same thing. Only thing different would’ve been if you had more options than that one dude?” He shrugged, peering at the purple ink Feather had marked out in detail on Natasha, ready to be traced by the real needle. It was a careless question that sounded more like a statement, but she seemed more relatable now so he let the words flow out without resistance. If he wasn’t interested in the person and their tale, he would just acknowledge and agree so he went along with how he already could feel every ounce of Feather’s approval that he was taking an interest in someone who could be her new friend.
Post by Feather Crestfall on Nov 11, 2021 20:43:48 GMT -5
Feather Was enjoying how open everyone was,how comfortable they all seemed being themselves. Not often could she sit around a room and feel she was feeling to talk about everything without thinking she was going to slip up and have to back track until what she said just sounded like such weird mumbo jumbo some odd woman would talk about. She was seen as a little strange to most so they often just looked at her a little crazy eyed and nodded. This new little quartet they seem to be one she could see getting along even if her new little blonde friend seems to contrast her brother's more laid back personality. "No cream then. Though if we do not start off with it you don't have to suffer though we can always slap someone on."She could help but to smile as she sketched away with the markers against Natasha's shoulder putting in the little details that would make every image pop against her pristine skin. Catcher admitting that Tash was the someone he would be off to see instead of spending time with her brother was sweet.
Young love is one of the most beautiful things in the world. When you find someone who makes your heart feel more than you thought possible, it is amazing. She had a few moments in the past where she had found someone she wanted to spend every second of her time with but after a few weeks as she saw the person's true colors she often just broke things off. She didn't care about the physical touch as much as the others seemed to. She wanted someone who could make her soul sing and soar she hadn't found someone even remotely close. She loved meddling in people's relationships when she could read whoever well enough and she tried little things to push them closer. At this point Catcher didn't seem to need any, the little back and forth conversation he seemed to be having with her newest canvas said it all.
It was nice to hear them talking about their friend Seth like he was a missing piece to the puzzle at the moment. She hadn't met him yet but he seemed like the kind of person one who had some sense of adventure, even if he was too busy to go camping she would have to definitely meet him. "Cloud always meets interesting people first, I'm sure Seth and I will hit it off." Camping, depending on who you talked to, could mean different things. She hadn't spent much time out in the wild where trees grew tall and rivers ran free, attracting the wild life to come and drink from its life-giving waters. It would be completely different from the open landscapes and clear starry sky above when she and Cloud would pull over and take a break from cruising down the highway on their bikes to eat or rest a bit before continuing onto the closest motel. She set her markers down, finished with them and took the money Catcher had passed over and slipped it into her pocket. Before getting up and washing her hands and slipping on a pair of black gloves. She wasn't surprised to find out the woods were more of a Natasha thing. She was a local, the town was surrounded by nature and if she had grown up in such a place she probably would have spent more time outdoors. She had been trying to since she and Cloud came to town. The beauty of the place called to her more than anywhere they had been in a while. " She was the best guide then. No Bear Grylls needed." Unlike the people the TV host took out in the woods they had their own natural survivalist living within themselves.if it came to it their animal sides could keep them alive in the woods for months even if she had ended up eating meat just so she wouldn't starve.
She put out her inkwells and began to fill each one up with the colors she and picked to add into the tattoo. His eyes fell on Natasha wondering if the anxiousness was growing within her but she couldn't see much written on her face. She seemed more interested in listening to Catcher talk about the first time he phased and making conversations to keep her mind occupied. She dipped her needle into the dark coal ink as she asked her about the first time she had phased. She knew the question would be coming up soon and it didn't phase her one bit. Her hand was as steady as a stone as she placed the needle against Natasha's skin and started to put in the beginning of the first line dragging in across her skin. It was a custom to ask after the first few moments if her clients were ok but she didn't think she had to as Natasha sat unmoving, but quiet.
"We were sixteen, around the first time I started tattooing." Her dad had gotten her all the tools she needed to get started for her birthday and he was her first ever canvas. He encouraged her to paint, and draw and when she said she wanted to learn how to tattoo also he seemed even more comfortable with it then her mother. He could see where Feather was coming from on a person,her work could travel the world and others could enjoy the beauty in it as the pressing who was destined to have either as a part of them forever. She had done a piece that represented her and Cloud, she had never spoken about it with anyone, not even Cloud. It was just their birthday over his heart written in roman numerals. She was supposed to sit down with him and draw out something more unique but he didn't have the time before he hit the road. It was the last time she could remember spending time with him, if there was any time after that the memory had slipped her mind and it had been replaced by the news of his passing. It hit Cloud the worst, she was grieving too in her own way but she needed to be strong for Cloud. He was falling to pieces and she was trying her best to keep him together, but no matter what she did she felt as if she was failing them both.
She stopped lining for a second to dip her needle back into the inkwell and to listen to Cloud's apology. It really wasn't needed now back then she had chased after him after he had blown up saying she didn't have a heart because after their father died he hadn't even cried or even acted like it affected her. She usually would have just left him alone but he was on something and she was concerned for his safety. When she finally caught up all she found was his clothes ripped apart into pieces and she broke down thinking some animal had gotten him and dragged him off somewhere. Right there she broke it all out, all the tears she had held in and all the pain she had kept hidden. She was used to her dad being gone from time to time which made it easier to rationalize she could continue without him. Cloud was always there and the moment she thought he was gone too the world seemed to lose all its brightness.
She called out his name louder than she had ever before and her throat strained hoping he heard him call out and would answer back. She didn't hear anything, and part of her mind tried to get her to rationalize what could have carried him off, leaving nothing besides some torn clothes. She.got her to her feet and tried to pull the phone out of her pocket and held it for a second, in too much shock to do anything. It was a scream she heard next but not one of a human, but one of a mountain lion and it charged right at her. Too scared to move she crumpled to the ground and covered her head. Instead of claws she felt herself burn up like fire and her bone shift, and hair spray out all over her body.
She placed the needle back on Natasha's skin and continued. "It was messed up, first I thought he was dead and next I thought I was going to be eaten by a cougar." She pressed her lips together in an awkward smile but didn't look up from the line she was pushing in. Her and Cloud's first phase happen alone without any guidance and to hear Natasha's happen after a date intrigued her. Cloud began with the questions though before she could even ask anything. She wondered if there was something more for her to tell them. It already seemed she was more giving with information about when she had first phased then she and Cloud where going to. " Don't be so dismissive, let's hear her out'' sounds like a good way to get to know her more don't you think?" She wiped away some ink drips and some minimal blood with a towel. Cloud had been the only shifter she had tattoo besides herself and Feather loved how fast their skin seemed to cool and heal within minutes of putting the ink in. Making it look more like a sticker then tender red tomato.
"Did something on your date make you crazy or what?"
Post by Catcher Reeves on Nov 15, 2021 7:07:13 GMT -5
He had closed his eyes, resting from studying the ceiling and listening to the rehash of Cloud’s first phasing incident. There were some bits missing but this was a good rendition he had told Natasha, considering they just met. Count on Cloud to have scared Feather and he knew it was because she had thought he was dead, it led him to think maybe phasing alone was better. Nobody worried about it or fussed; it was just you recovering in your own time. Nevertheless, everything spilling out made him a little puzzled that everyone was getting along so smoothly since the initial meet had been bumpy but that baffled expression was just for the ceiling to see. Something had broken the ice and it may have been the fact she wanted a tattoo, she suffered through it now without much of a hiccup, much of any sound. His ears were perked to the vibrations of Feather’s tattoo gun, the needle buzzing away and he could already visualize the small amounts of blood she had to wipe away. He healed fast as shifters did but Lycans were tough as diamonds, practically bulletproof; he had no idea how it was working on Natasha but simply acknowledged that the rest of the pack all had tattoos enough it must just work slowly, not really wanting to pry. Going through the segregation with Veronica’s family had left a mark in his heart about their differences but so far the daughters, Natasha and Veronica had no idea about anything. No idea he wasn’t one of them. Asking was going to reveal this and his pulse jumped momentarily as he realised he was slipping up. He had never slipped up with Veronica, and this instilled a little fear that he wasn’t as clear minded over the white wolf; something deeply infatuating was muddying things.
Somewhere in an alcoholic, drug induced daze he had sat at the foot of Cloud’s bed agreeing with nothing more than a melancholic ‘yea’ to how fucked up the first phase could be. It was a mutual understanding, something unspoken that they both agonized about fathers and the tumultuous coming of age, just in entirely different circumstances. He didn’t personally relive any of his memories from that moment he shed skin and then never received any sort of confirmation, or affirmation to what, how or why he turned. It was a time; he desperately needed to shift as if it passed a test of existing. Right then in that studio, all that really concerned him was this anomaly he hadn’t figured out and yet lived like a charade that evolved to truth. He was a shifter who could, as far as he knew only become a wolf.Like a Lycan, the werewolves had accepted it but could never embrace the idea of him being with Veronica, which led to where he was sitting like a space time continuum being messed up, now intertwined with Natasha with hesitation. It was hesitation on multiple levels but he truly liked her beyond her appearance, which had been what Seth thought his crush was all about several years before. She had been sweet, soft natured and a compelling girl of strict morals, their minor interactions beguiling him, even if all he did was be mischievous towards her. All that had been attractive to him, unfortunately over taken by the forwardness of Veronica, the crowding noise of random girls and the forewarning of Quil’s fist.
His head rolled to the side as she apologized to Cloud, just watching her lazily with a small smirk at her silly innocence. However, the follow up of her having to do something narrowed that dreamy gaze. ”…Right…” It was a strange thing for her to tell him she needed to do something in advance, she was usually flighty and full of emotions this whole Summer they were honeymooning away. It was alright but not alright, he had questions that he couldn’t ask there and wasn’t sure he wanted to find answers of; ruin the mystery that made her so alluring. They had no plans but he just went along with whatever Cloud wanted in their free time, it was always a rollercoaster ride, insane and a happy river of tears; they were certainly entertained. He had shot Cloud a knowing glare when it was his fault he had never mentioned Natasha’s personality to him. It was about her invite home; he wasn’t interested in following her as he had no desire for her to pay him back. In a way she would be stuck accepting that he didn’t pay for the sake of it, or as the thing to do, it was like buying something for her.
Smiling with curved eyes of glee, he looked away from her, taking a drag from the cigarette in his left hand. The cash was nothing. He really did like her.”Maybe.” Two seconds later he would have choked inhaling because of Cloud’s horror film fetish. It made him almost curious about those campgrounds too since he had never been to one, but it was far from what he knew was being discussed; tents, forest and a fire pit. ”If Seth can come camp for a bit, he can meet Feather.” Just thinking, he randomly suggested, unassuming of whether this was all going to happen. Even if Seth got along with anyone and everyone, Feather was a whole new dynamic he really wanted to introduce his best friend to. It almost sounded novelty but she was unlike anyone Seth would have met. Then he just stared at Cloud, putting his hand over an eye, smearing it as he grimaced and grinned simultaneously at the idea of a super panicked, energetic hooligan of a mountain lion running around in the street. It was inevitable he would have to be a wolf running alongside him evading police and animal control; that was never going to happen, he hoped. Then he heard the mannequin looking blonde rocker talk about their faces and he wanted to bandage up his whole head, or turn into an animal so all the previous reckless things off limits were back on the table.
Sitting up, his sleepy haze went away as his eyes focused sharply, willowing smoke disappearing as he tapped the cigarette in an ash tray and drank without thinking how much the flavor clashed in his mouth. He was intrigued by this topic. A topic that arose so unexpectedly about a subject he thought she would never confront. At the beach she couldn’t even utter Quil's name and now she was opening up to telling his friends about it, inadvertently allowing him into her private story too. Shocked, to say the least, he was just inanimate, a little frozen as he stiffened to listen to Cloud and Feather ask her for the details. Little did Cloud know, she had many viable options for dates and many suitors but somehow she focused on two particular people; he himself being a third trickster that befuddled them all, triangulating and muddling everything. All because he always had a soft spot for her. Whether she had recognised it or not was yet another eternal mystery, too apprehensive to ask why she showed interest now. It would be too ugly of a truth if this was a rebounding, fling of a game.
Jaw dropped, his dark eyes darted from one side as his brows creased, to another as though he had just discovered something hilariously preposterous. After more than two years, this revelation was of biblical proportions. ”This is what you never ended up telling us after cheer tryouts… You went on a date? And that was when you imprinted?” He was brimming with awe now, suddenly chaining a memory that came out of nowhere and blurting, one he had buried for shame. It only took a few minutes to simmer down; it truly was awkward to get involved with his friend’s ex-girlfriend. It had been a sad reminder of their friendships all decaying when he disappeared and reappeared to find everything gone to hell; the memory was like a colourful commercial, a perfect picture. Drawing a deep breath, he squished the still smoking cigarette to death and looked at her with a joking, pitying slight pout, speaking deliberately with a teasing tone as he would have if she had just told him back then. They were in a still of the past for him, the gap between them the kind of distance he kept from her every day aside from that one. Waving an open palm in front of him to indicate she should go right ahead with her story, he was thinking that she should tell him at last if it was indeed as crazy a date as the notion of often wanting to date her now too. “I blame the donuts… If it’s any consolation, I wish you never went either. But if you hadn’t, you’d probably always want to.”
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2021 7:10:06 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Nov 16, 2021 16:52:29 GMT -5
The city life wasn't for her; she had never lived in a bigger city and she was worried enough about going to school in Seattle. She would have to find a place where she could run free nearby if she ever needed an escape. Just talking about phasing and running through city streets made it even more important for her to find a place to run along with her planning out a trip to the zoo. "I never thought about what it would be like to have to deal with living in the city and phasing." It would be a sight to see a cougar running through a city where it didn't belong or even a wolf would be a shock for anyone who had never seen an overgrown beast before. "I wouldn't risk any of it. Phasing on stage I mean. The only one who might be able to save you is Claude but even I don't know the guy well enough to know if he can get you out of being some weird science experiment and he would probably have a million questions for you also. Catch knows him better.." She had heard the eccentric man whom they had met the night at the strip club dressed as an astronaut was a vampire. She hadn't talked to him but from what she heard he was very interested in the strange and odd Cloud being a cougar shift would classify him as something odd. She didn't miss the comment about their faces. Both men were handsome and she enjoyed looking at faces like theirs. She wouldn't come out and say it but Cloud was attractive but his personality would be a bit for him to get used to. "Joking or not, a pretty face can get you so far. I've learned to see past those. It is whoever is behind that face that matters." Since Catcher had retuned she had begin to notice little things about him that she hadn't prior and he was leaving a very positive impression on her. She had said back at the beach when they were sitting around the fire she wasn't looking for something serious and she was slowly starting to regret it. There were little things he did when she was around him that were making it harder for her to keep herself emotionally distant.
She had noticed things about Cloud too. He didn't look like the camping type, and when he mentioned a summer camp place she shook her head and felt Feather grab her arm looking at it one more time probably checking to see if all the lines were in the right place and missing anything before she started. "Oh there will be no cabins, or bathrooms. Tents are a must. If you are too prissy to handle sleeping on the ground then maybe you're a bit more of a hotel and hot tub kinda boy? Won't find anything better for your skin out here then good old river mud." There was nothing wrong with pampering yourself from time to time but Cloud and Feather seemed.to already hit the genetic jackpot. Both were so much taller than her and they too were very beautiful. Be it good genes or just the shifter genes they look like they should be on a cover so some tattoo magazine.
The anticipation of Feather starting went away as soon as the sharp point of the needle entered her skin with hesitation.With each drag of the needle against her skin, she bit down slightly on the edge of her tongue. Focusing more on that sensation than that of the all too familiar sting that came with the buzzing of the tattoo machine as it hammer ink into layers of skin which it would never escape. It might have not been the best idea to ask about Cloud and Feather’s first phase, from the little she picked up the must have done around the same time and it must have been a very emotional time as Cloud had made the comment of being angry or crazy. "It might have been a little crazy but at least you two had each other when you phase. I had supported Jake's are pretty much all wolves too so I didn't go at it alone." She had been upset that Jake was about to fight Quil. He hasn't done anything wrong, she had agreed to go to the movies even if originally it was just as friends as Quil kept repeating. If it was supposed to be just as friends she would have expected there to be others to go along but it ended up being just them and she had imprinted that night like Catch had inquired about,it was out of order.
"The date wasn't bad, it was nice until I screwed things up." She bit her lip feeling the towel wipe across her irritated skin. She had forgotten about never really fully talking about what all went on during cheer practice. It was really emotional and as she was just learning how to keep everything in check with her emotions and all. " Yes, I imprinted the date . Then I wasn't feeling too well, we went to the beach and I fell asleep and came home later than usual and Jake was angier than I had ever seen him before. I didn't want anything to happen to… I got upset and just turned right outside the house." She had never told anyone the whole story before it was one only she had Quil knew all the pieces of most of the others knew bits and pieces but not all of it." Catch wouldn't blame anything on donuts. It was all popcorn's fault. It's kind of why I never eat it anymore. I would have gone out on a date with you if you asked first. You just seemed more interested in Veronica. Jake didn't even want me to go out with Quil." She had noticed Catcher it was hard not to mention that the girls at school mentioned him too once or twice. It would have been a lie to say he wasn't attractive and until she imprinted she might set aside he was one one the most beautiful people she had ever seen.
Just thinking about the memories made her cheeks blush. She remembered staring at him a few times he had seen him on his first day turning her head to look at her shoulder but turning to the front of the class when she had thought he had caught her looking. The tingle of the needle brought him back to now. Reminiscing on the past wasn't always as enjoyable as most people would think it should be. Sometimes things were better if they never were talked about again. "I honestly think if going on a date would have made the past few years what they had turned out to be I wouldn't have gone."