It's not really a picture. It's a design that sort of looks like fire maybe. Guy called it tribal, but I don't know which tribe it's supposed to be. It's only about halfway done. I need to go back next week for the rest of it.
So far. Christ, I hope I don't hate it later. But it's like, I didn't get one before because I was stupid, trying to be someone else for somebody, and because in my line of work distinguishing marks were a bad idea. Things are different now. And it's kind of symbolic.
Did I tell you how I died? It was part grenade and part a really fucking long fall. So the arm that took the grenade blast, it's like a big fuck you to the fire. I got my own. Is that stupid? Maybe that's stupid. But it looks pretty badass.
[ Ah, yes. Now they're back in the territory of Locus being uncomfortable that he's getting these kinds of things from Felix. He really needs to just get rid of this and forget it all happened or just fess up. ]
No, it's not stupid. I've learned recently that people cope in different ways. I would like to see it when it's done. Should care to share.
If you promise not to laugh at my stupid mud mask, because my job is retarded and I'm technically "working" right now, I can give you a preview.
[ Except he doesn't wait for the promise. Just rolls up his sleeve and snaps a picture. The angle's a mess, so half of his green mud-covered face fills up the side of the picture. But most of his shoulder and his arm is in the rest of it. Thick, swirly black lines stretch from what's visible of his shoulder down to his elbow. ]
[ It's not something to his tastes, but it suits Felix strangely enough. He does wonder why he never got one before; they wear armor on most jobs now and there are things to cover marks, as Locus well knows. He has no right to ask, though. ]
It's bold. [ So it suits him. ] A statement piece.
What sort of work do you do that requires that gunk on your face?
[ And right there is exactly why he never got one. ]
I figured FUCK YOU in fancy letters was probably too tasteless. :)
Facial cream tester. Can you believe that bullshit? There are like a million women where I live. They couldn't have gotten any of them to do this? Nooooo.
You want free shit? I can hook you up. Best stuff on the market. Just give me a drop off spot or a PO Box or something and I can send you a whole variety of it.
[ A minute later he sends a list of a number of products. Face creams, masks, moisturizers, some kind of collagen reviving cream, and a selection of types of concealers and foundations. ]
I know it's a lot and you'll probably have to go into a SHUSH to match skin tone, but I researched this a few weeks ago and that's the best for scar reduction and concealment. Use my employee discount.
[ A number follows. If Felix knew it was Locus he was talking to, he wouldn't have said that about going in to match tone. Everything on the list is tailored to Locus. ]
You're welcome. Let me know if it helps at all. I tried some of the moisturizer on my ankle and it made it a little better. I'm kind of erratic about applying it though.
Not the face stuff, but there's "body" lotion. I don't know what the difference is. Looks the same to me. I've been using that. Gunshots are a litle dicey but it's fairly recent so the skin didn't have a chance to really settle.
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It's not really a picture. It's a design that sort of looks like fire maybe. Guy called it tribal, but I don't know which tribe it's supposed to be. It's only about halfway done. I need to go back next week for the rest of it.
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Did I tell you how I died? It was part grenade and part a really fucking long fall. So the arm that took the grenade blast, it's like a big fuck you to the fire. I got my own. Is that stupid? Maybe that's stupid. But it looks pretty badass.
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No, it's not stupid. I've learned recently that people cope in different ways. I would like to see it when it's done. Should care to share.
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[ Except he doesn't wait for the promise. Just rolls up his sleeve and snaps a picture. The angle's a mess, so half of his green mud-covered face fills up the side of the picture. But most of his shoulder and his arm is in the rest of it. Thick, swirly black lines stretch from what's visible of his shoulder down to his elbow. ]
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It's bold. [ So it suits him. ] A statement piece.
What sort of work do you do that requires that gunk on your face?
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I figured FUCK YOU in fancy letters was probably too tasteless. :)
Facial cream tester. Can you believe that bullshit? There are like a million women where I live. They couldn't have gotten any of them to do this? Nooooo.
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I imagine it's still an option if that is what you want.
Well, considering the shelves in the stores, there are plenty of men's products for skincare, too.
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You want free shit? I can hook you up. Best stuff on the market. Just give me a drop off spot or a PO Box or something and I can send you a whole variety of it.
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Would you say you have dry skin or oily skin? Oh, and is it sensitive or not? Because covering up scars with hives isn't ideal.
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I know it's a lot and you'll probably have to go into a SHUSH to match skin tone, but I researched this a few weeks ago and that's the best for scar reduction and concealment. Use my employee discount.
[ A number follows. If Felix knew it was Locus he was talking to, he wouldn't have said that about going in to match tone. Everything on the list is tailored to Locus. ]
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That is a thorough list. I will see if anything suits. Thanks.
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