The Make Up Artist

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Where: Slingin' Ink

When: November 5, 2012; Early Afternoon

What: Tattoos, piercings, make up, it's all the same, right?

Patronage in the arts of tattoos varies at any given time, sometimes more busy during the so-called earlier hours of the day. Sometimes a moment to breathe is like finding water out in the desert. Other days finding a body in the shop is as rare as a solar eclipse. Lucky for Zan, it's one of those latter times, when no one else is visiting the shop.

Letting himself into the shop, the mayor's son casts his glance about in search of the proprietor. One hand hooks on the strap to his backpack while the other eases the door closed behind him. "Anyone in," he calls, after a beat or two.

Despite the slow day, a few customers have trickled into the shop and Raleigh, who stands behind the glass display counter, is just finishing up with one at the moment. She is busy explaining the after care treatment needed for the customer's new piercing, pointing out on the direction sheet the part she's talking about is along with the cleaning solution that will be used with it. As Zan enters, she glances up and offers the young man a wave and a smile. "Hey Zan. I'll be with you in a moment." She says as she peek out from behind the customer who was blocking her view of him and, most likely, his of her. She returns her attention back to the customer she's dealing with. "If you have any other questions, feel free to stop back in or give me a call at the shop. I'll be more than happy to help you out. Have a great day." She says, handing the young girl all the things she'll need before she heads out of the shop. She returns her attention back to Zan. "What can I do for you? Full back tattoo? Nose piercing? A little butterfly on your ankle?" She asks in a teasing manner.

A small nod is given to Raleigh, indication that Zan's seen her. While she finishes with her customer, he takes a turn through the shop to look at the artwork. He's not unaware of the exchange behind him, though politely ignoring it until the girl takes her leave. He starts to glance toward the door, however Raleigh's question brings his attention back to her.

"No," he answers with a faint grin. "The storm that that would open up with my dad…" Zan shakes his head. "Actually I came here with some questions. I'm getting ready to start filming a movie and… your artistry? Can you do that with make-up?"

Raleigh gives a mock pout at the decline of getting work done. "Aww…" She says with a soft chuckle. The mention of a question causes her to raise an eyebrow slightly, thinking about it for a moment before she responds. "Well, I can do the designing and such fairly easily, but the most experience with make-up that I've had is just for Halloween. It's not anywhere near the quality of movie quality I'm afraid. I haven't done much by way of prosthetics unfortunately. Drawing stuff on people's faces I'm sure I could do. It's not really any different than tattooing I'd imagine." A slight frown appears at the corner of her lips.

"I don't think there'd be any prosthetics," Zan says as he shakes his head. "Honestly, I'm not sure how much make up, like artistic make up, I'm looking at." He drops his hands and pushes them into his pockets, then pushes his shoulders upward in a shrug. Unsure. "The other part is, I'm not sure I can pay. Supplies I can get, but my budget probably won't allow for any income. So…" He takes a breath and glances toward the door, likely considering his options for a worst case scenario. "I'm asking on favor. The broke college student, amateur filmmaker favor. Would you consider doing make up for my movie?"

Raleigh smiles slightly and nods her head. "Well, that's good. If there's not any prosthetics, then it'll make life a whole lot easier." She says as she sits back down on the stool behind the counter. "Well, I suppose I could help you out. For free and all if you can get the supplies. If you do end up with prosthetics, I'll have to Google how to do that or something like that." She says before she leans forward slightly, resting her forearms on the counter. "Okay. Count me in. I'll help if I can get a cameo." She says with a slight smirk. "I've always wanted to be in the movies."

Returning his attention to Raleigh, it takes a moment for Zan to process the artist's agreement. "Yeah," he replies. And the relief is obvious, as well as the surprise. "Well you'll definitely be in the credits and I'll take care of all the supplies. And since I need actors still, there may be a role in it for you. If you want. I've got to hold auditions soon, but I need to get a production crew going."

Raleigh smiles and nods her head slightly. "Sounds good then, just let me know when and where you need me and I'll be there." She thinks for a few moments before she speaks again. "Did you have any ideas of what you'll need so that I could start to get ideas and drawing up some stuff for you during my down time here."

Zan starts to turn for the door with a nod. "I'll be in touch," he starts to say, though her question brings him to another stop. "It's a sort of… horror-thriller," he explains. Though by his expression, that genre apparently not fitting his mental picture. "Sort of. It's low gore. Ghosts or zombies maybe. The premise is an amateur filmmaker is shooting a horror movie based on an urban legend when the legend comes true and starts haunting the set."

Raleigh nods her head. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll do some research on urban legends and such. I'll draw up some ideas and let you take a look whenever you get a chance. If you get anything else locked down, give me a call and I'll see what I can do."

"Awesome," Zan says with his own nod. "Just call me up when you're ready to show me. Rylie's got a better eye for clothes than I do, so I'll be figuring out costumes with her. Once that's decided on, the three of us can collaborate fine tune everything." He rolls his shoulders a little, half grinning. "Thanks, Raleigh."

Raleigh smiles and nods. "Sounds good to me. Thanks for the offer and I can't wait to help out. Something else I get to add to the resume." She says with a grin. "Come back again if you're feeling up for a tattoo or piercing. We'll stick it somewhere your father won't see."

"I don't think I'd let you see any of my parts that my dad won't be seeing either," Zan says as he moves for the door, a smirk pulling the corners of his mouth upward a little. "But if I ever decide to get a tattoo or piercing, you'll be the first one I ask. Thanks again, Raleigh, looking forward to seeing your designs."

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