Look Out Rishi, There's a New Artist in Town [Open]

[Boomerang]

Tiola sat in her temporary stall in the market place, setting her things up. She'd just finished tracking down a small-time bounty (some bail jumper or other) and decided it would be good to get some tattoos made, at least while she was on Rishi.

Today the Jumper was clad in one of her favourite outfits ((minus the necklace and the goggles)). It was form-fitting, but also allowed for easy movement if she needed to make a getaway or something. Normally she didn't, but it never hurt to be prepared. Meanwhile, her armour was safely stored on her ship.

She finished hanging up a couple more pictures of her designs. Granted, it probably would have been easier to just put it on a datapad, but Tiola knew that quite a few species disliked electronics. Besides, hand drawing the tattoos beforehand helped.

Now done, she sat down, ignored the weird looks a few folks were giving her, and waited for some customers.

[member="Jen"] [member="Broorn Sabor"] [member="Durotar"] ((again, just letting you guys know this is up if you wanna hop in. You're 100% not obligated to, though ))

 

[Karlotius Vynamo]

Karlotius Vynamo walked into the marketplace. He had landed a small shuttle in a clearing nearby, and was ready to get this done as soon as possible. He was to find a merchant in a black outfit and no datapad, and ask her how much a Rodian with a beak would cost, to which she should reply, "1200 credits". At that point, he would drop off a package with 1,768,000,000 credits and the target of the next hit. The plan would be flawless. After all, no intelligent merchant would go without a datapad. He made eye contact with who appeared to be his mark, and began approached quickly.

 

[Boomerang]

[member="Karlotius Vynamo"]

Tiola raised an eyebrow at the scruffy-looking man making his way towards her stall. He certainly didn't look like anyone who'd want a tattoo; then again, one could never tell these days. Nonetheless, her hand casually rested against the handle of one of her knives, hidden within her boots.

As the man made his way over, she gave him a little wave. "Good afternoon, sir. Go ahead and take a look as some of my work. If there's nothing there you like, don't feel too bad -- I'm sure I can rustle something up for you."

 

[Karlotius Vynamo]

Karlotius had a small amount of concern. The greeting wasn't part of the script, but then again, caution is for the unsuccessful. Karlotius walked up to the girl and asked "How much for a Rodian with a beak?"

 

[Jen]

[SIZE=9pt]From the temporary stall in the market place, one would occasionally have been able to hear the faint remains of the typical zooming sound from a speeder, the noise subdued by the mere distance it had been away from the stall, probably in reality being all the way outside of it. The barely audible zooming noise echoed through the busy market, almost entirely triumphed by the hundreds of footsteps and mixed inaudible conversations people of all kinds held within the market. A loud laughter of success was heard as the zooming noise had been heard for the third time and if one had an extraordinary hearing, they would even have been able to hear the clinging sound of credits being transferred from hand to hand. Yet another customer had been made happy it seemed. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]It wasn’t often that Jennifer traveled out to the deliver the custom swoop bikes or speeders she made, normally she hired someone to do that. Nevertheless, today it had fitted well in her travel schedule and from the large besalisk’s cheerful reactions, it seemed that the speeder Jennifer had shown him had fallen in great taste. That must have meant that the deal had been quite successful.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Jennifer, the person who had sold the speeder to the large besalisk outside the market, was an around 1.64 meters tall girl that at first glance would have seemed entirely human. However, if one took note of the large tail that swung behind her as she walked, her marble white spiky hair that sat in a fashionable shoulder short haircut and her sharp nose, they would in fact realize that she was half Ryn. That was of course given that they knew a thing or two about the countless of species across the galaxy. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]She seemed to be in a good mood, skipping a step or two every now and then as she walked down one of the lanes of the market, a broad smile seen upon her features, features that accompanied by her general looks probably made her able to be around the eighteen, perhaps seventeen years of age. Today she was wearing a simple white tank top of a pure white material, joined by a pair of mechanic trousers that in contrast to the pristinely clean tank top, was somewhat scratched up and oil stained. However, even those seemed rather fashionable as well, being loose around the hip and form fitting by the lower legs, giving it a sort of “street” look. To top this off she was currently holding a rather expensive looking leather jacket over her shoulder, having taken it off in an attempt to escape the heat that plagued the market.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She was on her way to the spaceport to continue her schedule of today and was only using the market as a short cut, however something caught her interest, that being the tattoo booth. It was not every day you saw a proper looking tattoo shop so she stopped and looked to spy at the few drawings that was seen close to the tattoo stall. She wasn’t new to getting tattoo’s and could visibly be seen having one around her left shoulder, a vibrantly colored chain were each link in it was a different color. Her other tattoo who should have been visible in this attire was the one around her right eye, sadly however both the right eye and tattoo was covered up by a large bandage, the area around it somewhat blue and slightly yellow as if she had taken a great punch straight to the face a few weeks back. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]After a few seconds of investigating the presumed skills of the artist Jennifer straightened her back to look towards Tiola, a single amber eye looking towards her as the other was obviously damaged and hidden behind the bandage “How much would you take for a back tattoo? Colored?” She asked, her voice melodious.[/SIZE]

[member="Karlotius Vynamo"]​

 

[Boomerang]

[member="Karlotius Vynamo"] [member="Jen"]

Tiola gave a tight-lipped smile to the man. "My friend, there is no such thing! But, if they were, I'm certain they would cost 1,200 credits." Standing up, she leaned in close enough so that he could not mistake any of what was to follow. "The Boomerang just finished a job. As a very close friend of hers, as well as the only person she trusts, believe me when I say she has a tendency to...space out jobs," she whispered. Leaning away, the woman added in a louder but still soft tone, "Tell your employers to contact me again in a day or two. Don't worry though, I'll still make sure she's notified of your interest."

Throwing a good-natured wink at the man, Tiola turned towards the new customer. "Depends on which one you pick, and how big it is. Don't worry, though. My prices are always fair." Walking over, the blue woman gestured at the drawings. "What do you have in mind?"

 

[Karlotius Vynamo]

Karlotius, comfortable and reassured, put down the box. After his contact finished working with the other girl, he asked her if he could have a tattoo of a winged womprat clutching a blaster and a lightsaber on his back.

 

[Jen]

"Ah fair 'nough." Jennifer said with a grin, turning a bit to look up towards Tiola as she approached glancing her over for a second as Jennifer continued to hold onto her own jacket, resting it over her shoulder. "Not entirely sure, actually.." She broke off midsentence, looking down towards trousers, patting a few of the various cases and pouches before digging her hand into one, retrieving her heavy duty, and mind you quite scratched up datapad which she flicked on in an instant.

"Like this, probably?" Jennifer said, giving the very obviously custom software run datapad another few tabs, pressing a yes as an image appeared on the screen.
> Show Picture? [Yes] , [No]

She turned the datapad a bit in her long fingered hands for Tiola to see, her single not-damaged eye glancing up towards her. "Would this be possible?"

 

[Boomerang]

[member="Jen"] [member="Karlotius Vynamo"]

Tiola rubbed her chin thoughtfully, studying the picture. "Hmm.. Yeah, I can do this." She pulled out a small notepad and a stylus and began to do her calculations. Again, datapad would've been easier, but she liked to keep things old-school. "Let's see, now... It'll take an hour, hour and a half...plus there's colour... I'd figure on 60 credits? 65? If you want it on a limb. If you want it on your back, though, it'll be about 70 credits. Sound good?"

She turned slightly to look at the box the man had set down on her table. Payment for her last job, maybe. "As for you, I can do the womp rat tat. It'll be an hour and a half or so before hers is done, if that's alright."

 

[Jen]

Jennifer offered a wide grin as Tiola approved of her choice and started to sketch down the image on small notepad that had obviously been used a lot. Jennifer nodded at her questions, her smile still wide as she turned off her datapad and walked a bit closer into the stall. "Yep, perfect. Shall we say that I... Could potentially give twenty extra credits if a bit more careful thought is put into it? Want it to be good."

She glanced around once more, her single non-damaged amber eye being unable to find the bench where people normally sat in for tattoo's. "So, you got another room for the tattoo or am I just completely blind. Got pretty karked up in a fight some days ago, in case you were wondering."

[member="Boomerang"]​

 

[Boomerang]

[member="Jen"]

Tiola finished her calculations and her sketch of the tattoo, making quick notations on what colors went where. At the woman's comment, though, she couldn't help but scoff in mock anger. "My friend, my artwork is nothing but good!" Flashing a grin to show that she was joking, however, the blue woman jerked her chin behind her. "I can tell. Didn't want to say anything, though. I've got a table and a seat back here, if you'll just come right in?"

Walking to the back of her stall, Tiola pulled a seat out from under the table. She then picked up a large black case, which opened to reveal all of her supplies and tools. While setting everything up, the Jumper gestured to the backless chair. "Go ahead, and have a seat. Won't take but a second for me to get ready."

 

[Jen]

It was often that Jennifer got tattoos, most of them specially designed for parties so that she could later get them removed. This meant that the otherwise fairly young girl didn’t seem too inexperienced or awkward around the tools, being rather relaxed as she let out a hearty chuckle at Tiola’s joke and moved towards the seat, slumping down into it, stretching her arms as she got comfortable, preparing herself for the long and rather unplanned one hour and a half delay. In her opinion however, it would probably be worth it.

As she passed Tiola on her way to the chair she took a quick peek at the drawing, nodding approvingly “Looks great. So, what’s your name?” She asked, putting her forearms on her legs to sit in a proper position, adjusting herself a moment after to pull the back of her white tank top up to around her shoulders to reveal the spot where the tattoo should be placed, her black sports bra not seeming to cover the spot.

In the process one would notice both her slender form, but also the large black tattoo that stretched up her left side, from the very start of her hip and up to just around and under her chest area. Beautifully done in the image of leaves and roses. Judging from the tattoo’s great quality it had definitely been drawn by one very skilled at this form of art, seeming smooth, covering her skin perfectly where needed be.


“Oh and you can just call me Jen.” She said, still seeming rather relaxed as she waited for the tattoo to be outlined. "I wonder, for how long have you been doing this exactly? Don't see a lot of people actually drawing their designs. On paper that is."

[member="Boomerang"]​

 

[Boomerang]

[member="Jen"]

Tiola nodded her head approvingly at the way the young lady was settling herself in, though she couldn't see it. It was clear to the artist that this girl was experienced. "Tiola Jyar, at your service! Nice to meet you, Jen."

The woman's eyes studied the other tattoo almost enviously. Whoever had done that was obviously a Master -- one whom Tiola would love to swap notes with.

Smiling a bit at the spike of jealousy within, the Jumper cleaned the area she was going to be tattooing before getting to work. "Believe it or not, tattoos were what I grew up with. My parents were both artists, and as long as I can remember they were always teaching me the tricks of the trade." Though her voice remained light and cheery, Tiola's eyes said otherwise. " 'Course, it wasn't until a few months ago that I decided to strike out on my own."

She paused a moment to study what she had done so far, before continuing. "As for the paper, well, call it a personal preference, along with business smarts. For some reason, drawing on paper has always been easier for me than with using a datapad. Plus, I know some species are wary of tech for different reasons, so this is my way to appeal to all clients."