2010-01-06: Exposing Tattoos


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Summary: Mikhail and Robyn both have tattoos, but for very different reasons.

Date: January 6, 2010

Log Title Exposing Tattoos

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Art Room

The Art Room has pictures of classic artists and small sculptures of famous pieces of art around the room. Any art supply you need may be found in this room, a large variety of paints, charcoals, markers, pencils, clays, canvases, easels, paper, and much more are accessible for the students. A large kelm is in one of the far corners of the room as well. On one side of the art room are a few sewing machines with a large variety of fabrics and sewing supplies for the students as well.

It's in the middle of the day and Robyn's been in the art room for the last hour. He's got some music playing in the background which sounds kind of like hard rock but it's all with cellos. He's sitting at a potters wheel, his hands and forarms covered in red clay, as he sculpts what forms what looks like a pot of some sort. Robyn seems like he's deep in concentration while he works.

Mikhail is wandering aimlessly after todays English lesson, hes dressed in dark blue jeans with ripped knees, a red t-shirt with five long rips across the chest, neither items rips are for fasion perposes, as usual hes not wearing shoes though he can do laces now. He changes course going towards the art room when he hears the odd music, smells the clay and recognises Robyn's scent, "Hello Robyn, your scent different today".

Robyn doesn't even notice Mikhail walk into the room, it's not until he hears the voice does he look up. "Oh, heya Mikhail." He says as he turns off the potters wheel and puts some water on what he's working on to keep it moist for the time being. "What do you mean my scent is different?" After all people don't usually notice their scent, and he did shower this morning.

Mikhail closes his eyes and consentrates on Robyn's scent he then reaises its the clay hes smelling on Robyn, "Like that mud", he points at the clay, "What you doing?"

Robyn looks down at the clay and mouths mud? before smiling and chuckling. "Oh, this, it's clay, I'm start to make a pot, I'm just making the base and then I'm going to add stuff to it before I bake it." Robyn says standing up so he can rinse his hands off in the sink. "I like to sculpt, it relaxes me and when I was stuck as a frog, I really couldn't."

Mikhail nods, "Like hunt relax Mikhail", he looks at the pot and smiles, everyone here is so clever they can even make pots he thinks to himself, when Robyn metions being a frog he looks at him with confusion, "Robyn frog?"

Robyn sighs and nods. "Yeah, I got stuck as a frog for over a month, I mean, I had the body of a frog. I kinda believed I was the frog prince, it's kind of embarassing and weird." He says rubbing the back of his head, getting his hair a bit wet. "So you like to hunt?" He asks with a perplexed face.

Mikhail is still very confused by Robyn's explanation and decides it must have been lost in translation, when hunting is brought up he grins, "Mikhail like hunt, Mikhail fast, Mikhail strong", he punches his chest, "Robyn hunt?"

Robyn shakes his head. "No, I'm a skinny kid, I'm not really strong or that fast." Though he's probably a bit faster than he gives himself credit for. Now that the clay is off of his hands and he's not wearing one of his signature hoodies, it's visible that Robyn has a tattoo on each wrist. "I prefer sticking with clay or the cello. I'm not really much of a killer."

Mikhail shakes his head, "Robyn strong, Robyn not scared of fire, different strong", he frowns, "Mikhail not killer", when he spots Robyn's tattoos he hold out his own wrist, with the tattoo of his name on it with a line though it, he points at Robyn's tattoo, "Who do that?", he thinks someone forced Robyn to have it.

Robyn chuckles and shakes his head. "No, I'm not that strong, and who cares if your afraid of fire, everyone has fears. If you want, there is a few of us who want to help you get over your fear." He says as he looks at his own wrists and Mikhail's. "The tattoo artist, my parents let me get them for my sixteenth birthday cause that's what I wanted…why is yours your name crossed out?"

Mikhail stares at Robyn in utter confusion, why would anyone want that done to them, Mikhail's were a form of punishment and control, why did Robyn want then, "Mikhail name crossed out, show master's power"

"So..that was done to you, not by choice?" Robyn is still getting used to Mikhail having such a different upbringing so hearing some of the stuff that he's gone through unsettles him. "Well there's no power over you here, just the power that you have. So someone treated you like you were….a slave?"

Mikhail pulls off his t-shirt, showing the tattoos covering his colar, sholders, upper arms and back, "No choice, no right, I Besta Copil", he's refuring to the name he was given at the circus, Romanian for beast child.

Robyn looks at Mikhail in silence for a bit, for Robyn tattoos were always a form of art, not a form of ownership. "That's…horrible." He eventually says. "You're not Besta Copil, you're Mikhail. And you do have choices and rights here. Remember that….I'm..sorry you had to go through that Mikhail."

Mikhail thinks that maybe Robyn dosen't understand that word, you say sorry when you do something wrong, "Robyn not do it, why sorry?"

"Because, you had to go through all that and I wish you didn't." Robyn says not really sure how to explain it. It's just weird cause he's had pretty much a perfect life and here's someone whose had it rough and didn't deserve it. "I don't know, I just feel bad about what you've been through. Though I'm glad your here now."

Mikhail smiles, "Mikhail is too", he goes and sits on a table, "What Robyn do today?"

"Well I had class this morning, boring but you have to go. And then I spent some time in here working on forming the pot. I'm going to make it into something more." Robyn will start adding features to it later tonight but for now, he's making the base. "What about you Mikhail? Oh and just to let you know, I talked to Mr. Weyrin about your fear."

Mikhail scratches his head, "Mikhail had social skill, English", he listens to Robyn and recognises the name Mr. Weyrin as the name of his squad leader, "What happen?"

Robyn smiles and sits on one of the tables. "He wants to help and work on your fear of fire, since Annalisa also is afraid of fire as well." Even though it is her power. "I don't know, it's not that I want you to love fire, just maybe help you get over your fear."

Mikhail smiles at Robyn as he knows he is trying to help, "Mikhail will try, be strong for squad", he decides he is hungry and he should let Robyn finish his sculpture, "Mikhail need food, Robyn need finish pot, good bye Robyn", he walks out of the room.

Robyn nods and smiles. "See ya around Mikhail!" He says. "Maybe we can get the team together sometime soon and head out." He watches Mikhail go before turning up his music and going to the pottery wheel again.

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