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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 12:06 am
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When the majority of your body was covered in tattoo's and very detailed tattoo's at that, getting each one of them touched up could become quite time consuming. This was Jerome's second trip down to Camphoreon city to get the the remaining tattoos fixed up.
It was done though, after a few hours of sitting around in a chair, with the buzzing of the needle practically lulling the lean man to sleep. That was until the needles hit the arias of his ink that had scars distorting the ink. This would certainly sharpen up his ink over the unsightly scarring of the bullet wounds, but the discomfort that joined the process was startling, and brought back memories of the pain and the circumstances in which he had gotten the scars in the first place. By the time the artist had finished with him, Jerome was feeling pretty sore, and his mood, was faring even worse.
Standing out in one of the allies by the back of the tattoo parlor, away from the main street, he shifted his weight forward, so that his torso, with the fresh ink and agitated skin would not be touching the walls. Teeth gritting down on the butt of his cigarette that was doing its best to try and settle the man's nerves.
"Gen Gengar." A voice behind Jerome spoke, the man feeling a hand being laid on the one scar that Jerome did not have covered up. The one side of his shoulder that had practically blotched out half of his old gang sign. glancing over his shoulder, peering around the cascading strands of his dreadlocks at the half glowing pokemon half sticking out of the wall. "Still ain't sure what to do with it." He grunted back.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 12:35 am
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He really should have brought some gloves. In retrospect he wasn't entirely sure why he didn't carry a pair on his person at all times. He never knew when he'd start digging around in the back alleys of Camphoreon and he always regretted it when he neglected to bring a pair of gloves with him. He'd been in a hurry though, it wasn't every night that the run down shops threw out their outdated wares.
"Shup-Shuppet."
With a jolt, Zacharie was brought out of his musings. "...Jabari, what is it?" He asked softly, turning his head slightly to peer at his companion from the corner of his eye. Just from the bobbing and weaving of the ghost pokemon he could tell that he was irritated. "Shuppet!" A not so gentle nudge on the back of his shoulder served to prove him right. "I know you're hungry, just give me a few more minutes." He reasoned, turning back to digging threw the various bottles of old ink, ointments, and glass jars. He just needed a few more jars to house his growing experiments and maybe even Horse Chestnut if he was lucky.
No, he doubted he'd find any here. Much too dangerous to use in a tattoo shop. But the old herbal shop a few blocks south might have tossed some out.
The teen stood from the pile of trash he'd been digging in and dusted off his clothing. "Alright, Jabari. Let's..." He paused when he found that his pokemon was not hovering nearby. "...Jabari?"
"Shup-Shup."
Turning sharply on his heel, Zacharie found his wayward Shuppet....stalking towards a rather large, rather angry looking man. "Jabari!" He stage whispered, waving his arm frantically in an attempt to catch his attention.
Needless to say, he went ignored.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 12:56 am
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The Gengar regarded the dark man in front of him a wide toothy frown, as a sharp click escaped his tongue. though his eyes fell to the back of his shoulders once again, the the only two tattoos who were looking considerably more tattered then the others sprawling his back.
Though much of his chest was covered by now, with a gray wife beater, fitting loosely as to not agitate the new ink. leaving his arms exposed where some of his scars, not covered by tribal markings were displayed with more subtly then would be expected from someone that might have been of his poverty level. Looking as if they had been wounds that were treated rather thoroughly to minimize the resulted scarring. People on the streets just didn't have the means of such medical resource. It was something Jerome himself was consciously grateful for, he's seen what a bullet scar could end up looking like, and it wasn't pretty.
A slap to the side of his shoulder jerked the man upright, the careless gesture from Bro striking the sensitive skin of his fresh tattoo. "Hey." He grumbled, looking at bro, who's attention was instead turned down the ally, one eye squinting in a puzzled expression.
Knowing not to trust the streets here, Jerome was upright in one swift movement, pulling the cigarette from his lips as he stiffened his posture and searched the ally for what Bro was looking at.
He didn't see any gang members, or any humans at all for the matter, What he did see, was a Pokemon... a Shuppet from the looks of it, man, its been a while since he's seen one of those.
Bro spoke out to the Shuppet with a sharp jerk of his head upwards
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 1:07 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 1:20 am
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Bro' repeated, squinting one eye at the Shuppet, though his and Jerome's gaze periodically shifted nervously around, as if expecting there to be more pokemon, or more troubling; someone following their pokemon.
Jerome frowned softly, taking a step back from the Shuppet as it moved to circle them, though he remain more of less calm, if not a little stiff. Lifting the cigarette back to his lips, he held it there for a few seconds.
Bro' words were cut off as both Jerome and Bro heard a noise from the trashcans not to far from where they were. One of Jerome's hands shot to his best, where three other pokeballs sat. Bro however perked his ears forward, the spines on his back frilling out a little in excitement.
Bro' smirked wide, his toothy grin suddenly floating over the trashcans as wide acid green eyes stared down at... a boy hidden behind the trash. the Gengar let out a manic chuckle.
"Man I ain't in th'mood f'any ya s**t tonight." Jerome spoke, a deep strong voice carrying easily over toward where Bro was investigating, though inked black eyes didn't leave the Shuppet for very long. "Ya best not be punkin'"
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 1:33 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 2:12 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 2:24 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 2:34 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 2:44 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 3:06 am
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Sending his human a hard look, Jabari accepted the arm slung around him. The teen would be fine for a few minutes while he went to eat. "Shup-Shup-pet."
Zacharie got the vague impression that he was being told to stay put and though it was incredibly backwards, he did as told. If Jabari did run off...he'd be fine without him. Wouldn't be the first time someone he thought was a friend ran off on him. It probably wouldn't be the last time either. Statistically the chances of his pokemon running off were very high...he tried not to think about that often though. When he came back to himself the pokemon were nowhere to be seen and it was just him and the slightly taller man standing in the dimly lit alley.
Wait...did he say something? Was he...was he asking him questions about what he was doing again?! Okay, okay, stay calm. He could do this, it wasn't that hard. "It isn't s**t." He grumbled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. No, no, no, c'mon! "...I'm testing the toxicity of Horse Chestnut verses Digitalis on various specimen." He said softly, ducking his head and kicking at a pebble near his foot. "It's easier to find the various ingredients and needed instruments out here than to try and acquire them through conventional methods." He was doing it! He was talking to someone and he wasn't snapping at them. "Not that you would know anything about this sort of thing."
Seriously? He could kick himself, he really could.
"I'm also looking for Noni, which is supposed to help with various skin ailments. I've been trying to make ointments to get rid of scars and other skin defects but so far the marks have only faded..." He said quickly, hoping to cover up his little blunder.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 3:11 pm
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This was far too amusing for Bro' to pass up, the Shuppet seemed pretty darn pissed at his trainer. Though food was never a bad idea either, let alone being able to be sneaky and go find some. With a slight cackle The Gengar looked over to Jerome, nudging the man's shoulder, causing the man to frown again. "M'good." He replied, assuming the Bro' was asking if he wanted anything.
<'Aight!> Bro burst, turning quickly to round on the smaller ghost type.
And thus Jerome was left alone with the kid, not that it bothered him, Jerome wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere, and he was kinda enjoying just being out in the chilled air with a cigarette, as much as he could anyway. He might have preferred to be alone, but it seemed like that wasn't happening. Instead he was in the company of an awkward kid who was quick to mouth off, and was wearing a... whatever that was that he was wearing, looked nerdy... the kind of thing that nerdy kids wore. This assumption was almost instantly confirmed when Jerome was met with a whole wall of words that the gangster just... didn't understand.
"'aight, 'aight, that don't sound like s**t." Jerome admitted, backing down from his previous statement when the boy had gotten a bit defensive "ain't really got a clue what any a'that is though. S'ya got me there." The gangster shrugged as he breathed out a cloud of smoke.
And eyebrow did arch though at the last statement the boy made, Still not quite understanding most of them, but sometimes he said made him curious enough. "Scars n'skin defects hn?" He asked sounding mildly interested.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 3:31 pm
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Jabari squeaked indignantly, rolling his eyes. He wasn't a newborn, he could fend for himself.
Nodding excitedly, the teen took a stumbling step forward and smiled. "Yes, it really is a difficult mixture. I was hoping to look into skin grafting but apparently it isn't entirely legal to conduct such experiments unlicensed and in one's home." He paused thoughtfully, chewing on his bottom lip. He supposed if someone was desperate enough the whole legal matter wouldn't particularly apply...but he'd yet to find someone who was willing to let a minor peel off their skin and replace it with healthy skin. He thought he was more than capable, he'd read plenty of books on it.
People were so fickle.
"Anyway, Noni plant is useful for many ailments. Such as curing boils, tuberculosis, Hypertension, malaria, and stomach aches. But it's also very useful for infected cuts. I believe that adding the juice of the roots to a mixture of aloe vera, opium poppy, and papaya oil will be enough to rid the user of scars and other skin related defects after an considerable amount of use." Realizing that he'd been rambling, Zacharie immediately closed his mouth with an audible snap and stuffed his once gesturing hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a theory though, I haven't had a chance to test it on humans yet."
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 3:44 pm
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