Entry 3 [HOLO] Tattoo

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

Leonard's sat on the bed in his crummy motel room, adding to the Taxon tattoo he's given himself on his right inner forearm. He has the tablet open because he text stored some important information on there about how people arrive here, in a metal chamber and the whole transmat beam deal. Maybe if he remembered half the shit about Taxon besides the minimal 'Taxon - Stuck Here - Hatches free food/cash' he currently has botch tattooed on his arm he'd be able to reply to people's tablet submissions more and wouldn't feel so damn clueless and actually get his head round this place. But after spilling the ink on the bed and getting distracted cleaning it up, now he's forgotten what he was even doing, and what the fuck he was supposed to be tattooing.

His shirt's off, revealing the full array of his chest and arm tattoos, next to him is the now empty pot of indian ink, a huge black ink stain on the bed covers, several needles and a bottle of JD for the pain and cleaning the needles and the wound. The red raw inked tattoo wound which is now not even barely started, save for a capital 'A'.

At some point during the ink spilling, Leonard knocked the tablet into holo record mode, and his 'fucks' and 'shits' and frustration at forgetting have all been recorded. Angrily, he grabs the JD bottle and just starts to drink the bourbon instead.

Comments

[voice]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Having trouble there, Leonard? [You can almost hear him raising his eyebrows.]

[visual]

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Leonard eyes the tablet. Well damn, when did that thing start broadcasting? He reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it on as soon as he heard Dean's voice.

"I spend my life having trouble." He answers cynically, "a bit of spilled ink isn't going to phase me." It's mostly true aswell, he's more annoyed that he forgot what the tattoo was supposed to be.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

I figured that from the last couple of conversations we had. Pretty sure you're gonna say no because you don't trust me and all that, but you need some help?

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"Y'know if I had a fucking clue what I was supposed to be tattooing, I might have taken you up on that."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Like I said, I can come help. Check your tablet, maybe you put something on there. Or your pockets.

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"We know each other well then?" He starts patting his pants' pockets and checking the jacket slung over the back of a chair.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not well, but I do know you've got memory issues and hey, I'd consider you a friend if you didn't keep forgetting me. [He's joking.]

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"Okay, you got a name then?" Leonard smirks. "And maybe you're just not that memorable a guy?" He jokes back, "I guess a second pair of hands wouldn't go amiss."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah, name's Dean. [He snorts.] And I'll be ignoring that comment 'cause it's not true.

[He's on his way.] Alright. Make sure you don't shoot me or nothin' when I get there, yeah?

Voice

[lapsedsaint]

Looks painful. Maybe you should get someone else to help you with that.

[visual]

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"You seen any tattoo parlors, round here?" Leonard answers, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Cos if there'd been one, I'd have gone."

Voice

[lapsedsaint]

Doesn't mean you couldn't have asked someone to do it for you.

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"Right cos asking a bunch of strangers on a sci-fi communication device for help with something that could lead to blood poisoning is always top of my list."

Sorry John, he's seen a few of your entries, but he'll be damned if he can remember now.

[visual]

[lapsedsaint]

John turns on the camera and looks at Leonard. "I suppose you might have a point there. Of course, at the rate your going, you might be giving yourself blood poisoning."

It's okay, Leonard. John's been paying attention, he knows the score.

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

"I've done it before, either that or I ended up at a bargain basement tattooist in training's joint?" He cracks a smile, faces are so much easier to figure out whether people are being genuine.

[lapsedsaint]

The smile got him one in return. "Well, either of those are possible. Have you considered having one of those replicators make you a proper tattoo gun?"