Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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“I don’t do a lot of normal patients I guess you could say. I dot a lot of scar coverage or pieces that take a long time to do. Like full sleeves or back. But mainly if a patient has scars from a mastectomy and all that.” She knew it was a very specific type, but it allowed her to have the other side gig of being an esthetician. Honestly, there was the thought of being a medical tattooist, someone who did things like covering stretch marks or even nips for those who got implants after a mastectomy.
“Sounds good to me. Do you want me to have a stencil or would you like a free hand?” She waved off his emotion, knowing full well that she wasn’t going to judge him for it. June wasn’t new to someone crying in front of her. After all, she did tend to have a lot of emotional clients come in.
“I do yeah, saves me a lot of money – and I feel better when I do.” She never thought of herself as someone who did the whole holistic kind of thing. But growing up hunting and eating what she killed – along with her mother’s insistence on eating the rainbow, June didn’t know how to eat any other way. Granted, there were times she had her indulgences, especially after moving away for a few years. Moving costs often meant a few cold cokes and a few McDonald's meals.
She took a bite of the trail mix and savored it for a moment. June swallowed and followed it with a sip of water to release some stuck coconut in her molars. “A bit sweeter than I’m used to but not bad. And yeah, I grew up around here. More on the outside of the village line, so you could say High Street was our downtown. What about you?”
June examined the tattoo and nodded to herself. It was simple, and she could understand why he wanted something a bit simpler. The spacing had a decent amount, but not as much as there could be, depending on how big of the date Aaron wanted.
“Sure. Were you thinking like basic box letters, all uppercase? Or something like typewriter script?” June could easily offer a free hand, but she doubted Aaron would want that. People could be a bit particular about what the lettering was. It wasn’t her strongest suit, but June could do it on a small scale. If someone wanted the thicker, she could go to Dante, Mal, or even Hayes.
“A lot of esthetician stuff right now. I have a few mastectomies scar covers planned, so I will be in more than usual. Which either the boss man will like or get annoyed about,” she laughed. Dante didn’t matter either way if something was bringing in money. Granted, he was kind of stuck grandfathering June in due to the history she had with the shop. There was something about having an OG come back to bring in a different kind of clientele.
She got along with everyone, at least to the point of being able to chat with people and be friendly to their faces. June was the oldest person at the shop anyway, most of everyone under 30. It made some weird dynamics, and with her schedule – she could be an anomaly.
June didn’t know if she wanted to feel a bit insulted or impressed that the man showed zero interest. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened, as it was part of the life of the bar lookout. She wasn’t going to push anything, as there was no point. It was evident with his eyesight and body language that he was either not into women or had someone else in mind. But, she had him in conversation – so that was something, right?
She leaned back up, going to profile view. “Nah, I don’t find color suits my tastes on my own skin. There are a few hints of color here and there, but a lot of my clients love color. There’s something about a good monochromatic piece. Plus, it makes for a better coloring book for some of my friend’s kids,” she chuckled. “What's your person's favorite piece of yours?” Maybe it was a shot in the dark, but she was curious now.
“Chiro, huh? Do you have people telling you, you aren’t a real doctor?” She didn’t know why it was a thing, maybe because there was only so much, they could prescribe. Maybe it was different for each country, but she knew there were a few people out there who didn’t think Chiropractors were real doctors. Kind of like when people get their PhDs in things like education or Biology. June really didn’t think too much of it, really. Even though she worked in the medical side of skincare.
“At least you can cook for yourself. There’s still plenty of people out there, that don’t.” June wasn’t one of them, thankfully. She was sure her mom would’ve chained her to the kitchen counter if she didn’t at least know how to cook an egg or even pasta. Two things that June never knew people could fuck up until she saw it in person.
“Oh, sure!” she said, putting out a cupped palm to take some, before taking a bite of her banana.
“Well, you can always cover up some old ones. There’s plenty of people that do.” There were also plenty of people that got things removed, or partially undone – let it heal, then get it covered again. It was always, finding a new space. June took the paperwork and placed it on the copier, where she scanned it to the shop email to be uploaded into their digital filings later. She placed the original copies into a file folder, to be filed away after the tattoo was done.
“Yeah, I’ve been collecting for a bit now. Not too much color on me, which surprises a lot of people.” June led Aaron to her station before taking a seat on her roller stool. She put on some gloves before sanitizing her space and placing plastic wrap on the things that needed it. “Nah. Not any of the currents. I do have something from the previous owner, who I studied under for a bit.”
She finished setting up before tossing her current gloves in the small trash can next to her. “All right, why don’t you show me where the piece is and what you want to get added.” June didn’t know if there was a stylistic approach, or if she had a bit of free range. Completing another artist’s piece was always a bit hard.
“I guess I could understand that.” Horses had a lot more muscles to look out for, and their bodies were a lot bigger to manage. “Depends on the horse, I think, right? Maybe it’s because I see all the ranchers with the horses out in the winter to move cattle around.” June shrugged her shoulders and pulled out a banana, and began peeling it.
“Art and skincare, mainly. I’m an esthetician and tattoo artist. On occasion, a sharpshooter,” June laughed. People could imagine the first two, but the shooting aspect was a bit of a wild one for those that didn’t know her background. It was one of the things that she was secretly proud of, beating multiple people. “And you?”
“No, I’m not asking you to sell your kidneys or something secretly,” she smiled, joking. Frankly, there were too many people that were worried about signing consent. The government was already tracking them on their phones anyway.
June grabbed the proper paperwork and placed it all on a clipboard and handed it over to Aaron. “Well, welcome to Hollow Ink! Oh sweet. It looks like you got a lot of work done,” June commented. The number of people that were getting fully covered was nice. June didn’t understand the people that went reverse coverage though. Starting with the hands and neck first, with nothing on their chest and arms. Thankfully, she didn’t deal too much with the youngsters looking for street cred.
June smiled. Her eyes looked over the hand that was closest to her. She could tell where some of the tattoos were a bit more faded from age, but there was also some fresher ink. The collection she had seen was interesting already, making her wonder what else he had to show. There wasn’t a wedding band, but June knew that couldn’t mean anything, either.
“That is impressive. I haven’t been collecting that long, but I’m almost all covered, too. Are you more of a black and grey or do you have some color, too?” While it wasn’t precisely a flirtatious question. June found herself leaning closer. Her chest piece sat perfectly – cupping the top of her ample breasts. If one looked close enough, the jewels dripped down the valley – adding the perfect landing strip to guide the gaze.
She quirked an eyebrow, clocking the look of Hayes’ hand. But she decided not to say anything too much. June hadn’t been around too much, to work with Hayes. There was already a limited time that June was around the shop. Schedules rarely seemed to line up, but June knew her coworkers enough. Maybe it was the fact that Hayes mainly seemed to do piercings when June was on the clock. June was a bit of a snoop and enjoyed seeing the work of her co-workers. There were a lot of different styles.
“That’s fair. It has been a bit busy, especially with the last-minute pieces coming up. Has your schedule been busy?”
The brisk air of early February was upon June. She had a few clients come in the past few days, mainly for terribly dry skin. Even though most people tried their best, mother nature always knew how to suck out the moisture. Heck, even June found herself applying more moisturizer and using her exfoliant once more a week. But it hadn’t stopped her from taking her afternoon walks.
She decided on the meadow today. Nothing grueling as she had a long morning already. More of a pick me up, cold weather wakes me up kind of thing. June pulled up to the trailhead and got out of her car. She closed the door and locked it, to turn around and see a face she hadn’t in what felt like ages.
“Danny? Is that you?” she asked, with a smile. The sun wasn’t exactly doing her any favors either, with the glare on some patches of ice still left. June didn’t remember the last time she had seen Danny if it was indeed him.
“Okay..Aaron…” June scanned through the document and smiled when she landed on his name. “Aaron Stonehouse?” she gave him a polite smile. “Yes, I am June. It looks like we’re just finishing up a piece or re-coloring it, correct?” She wanted to make sure all the information was correct. There were waivers and all that, but June was diligent in making sure everything was in place.
June pushed her chair and began opening a few filing cabinets. “I just have a few things for you to read over, as well as things to sign. Like consent to share on social media, and so on. Is this your first time here?”