006 -- IM

[ospreyed]

[Backdated to May 6th.]

[When the IM appears, it's Eponine. She looks... Well, rather neutral. Slowly, she turns around and pulls her shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare back. If you look closely, there are scars, but what's most apparent are now the five roses cascading down and across her back, from her left shoulder, down to just above her right hip. Each rose is in a different state of decay, slowly wilting as they get further down her back. The roses are done in black and white, with gray shading and just a hint of red in amongst the gray.

After letting camp admire her tattoo for a few moments, she turns back around, her shirt covering her chest still.]

Five months.

[And that's it.]

Comments

[making_good]

They're beautiful.

[She's not sure what the five months have been, though.]

[ospreyed]

Thanks. I knew a guy, did 'em for a decent price. [Not that she actually paid out of pocket or anything. Well, her pocket.]

[making_good]

How much would those have cost if you didn't know a guy?

[ospreyed]

Shit, 500 easy, and then some.

[making_good]

[a low whistle.] Wow. So tattoos really do cost a lot.

[ospreyed]

Oh yeah. For good stuff, you don't pay cheap. Kinda like drugs.

[making_good]

Well, I wouldn't know, but that's kind of like for everything. [Oops painful reminder of living on the streets for most of a year.]

[ospreyed]

[Elphie. She's been there and done that. You're amongst friends here. Kinda. A former homeless chick. There, let's go with that.]

Unless you've got other ways of getting yourself the good stuff.

[making_good]

[Elphie's not so naive that she doesn't know what Eponine's implying. Or at least one possibility. So she's just gonna...redirect.]

I don't think we've met, I should have introduced myself. Elphaba Thropp, first cohort.

[ospreyed]

I figured you'd be named something like Ivy. [SORRY she can't help herself.]

Éponine Thénardier, Daughter of Hermes.

[making_good]

[She's just going to stare at you for an uncomfortably long time to discourage that happening again. Finally:]

Daughter of Trivia.

[ospreyed]

[She doesn't get social cues.]

That's... Hecate?

[making_good]

[Obviously.] Yes.

[ospreyed]

Gotcha.

Yeah, if you ever wanna get something done, I can hook you up.

[making_good]

I'll keep it in mind.

I can't think of anything I'd want, especially since I'd have to stick with black ink.

[ospreyed]

It'll come. If it doesn't, whatever.