A Little Bit More

[Lucy Serrano]

Another day, and Lucy found herself heading back to the set she was supposed to ignore for that day. There was no real need for her to be there, yet she had been called in by the wearer herself for touch ups that Lucy genuinely doubted she'd need.

True to her own form, she hadn't said a word to anyone about what happened between them. Though there was an easy amount of money for a quick turn over story, it wasn't a thought that ever crossed her mind.

On this day, Lucy found herself slightly later than she had been. These things might have been out of her control, but she doubted it'd be something she wouldn't hear about the second she walked through the door. Tentatively, Lucy raised her hand to knock on the trailer door. She hadn't done so before, but there she was now. Once she shook off the thought, she pushed it open instead.

[Penelope Blaise]

She was late, and the actress was quick to notice. Clearly the artist hadn't realized the importance of timeliness, or how much tardiness bothered the temperamental actress. She was forced to wait, something Penelope Blaise was not used to doing on her own time. In part, she wondered if the artist would return at all. There might have been nothing about her personal life on today's headlines, but that certainly didn't mean it couldn't exist tomorrow.

But the latch of her trailer door clicked, and Penny was quick to make the connection. The Australian seemed the only one brave enough to enter without knocking. It was like she knew nothing of manners.

"You're late." Penny pointed out before offering a greeting. Without giving one at all, even after. "Are you always so casual when it comes to professional jobs?"

[Lucy Serrano]

The moment she stepped inside, Lucy took in the person waiting for her. It was odd to feel any kind of joy for the person so quick to scold her. But there was a sliver of relief, even when she was being spoken to in such a way. Somehow, the Australian still managed a smile for her.

"I can't control how shitty public transport is." Lucy replied casually. After all, she doubted she'd warrant her own parking space. She didn't have that kind of pull. Turning back, she closed the door behind her, but she left it unlocked.

[Penelope Blaise]

The artist smiled, and for it Penny raised her eyebrows. She didn't offer the gesture back, lips remaining pressed into a hardened line. Though when Lucy cursed, the corner of her lip twitched downward slightly. She did her best not to look otherwise bothered.

Though for someone who was waiting, Penny hadn't looked prepared at all for the company. She eas entirely clothed, long sleeves covering the temporary tattoos placed on her. The only hint of ink on her skin was on her neck, mostly hidden by her hair.

"You don't drive?" She asked. Assumed, judgementally. "The opposite side of the road too hard of a concept to grasp?"

[Lucy Serrano]

For Lucy, there was a spark of something softer for the simple fact that yesterday's actions effected her. A little part of her had to be glad to see the actress, even when she acted so sour.

And it only grew worse as seconds passed. Any lighter notions filtered from her expression as she stared at her daringly. Perhaps this was just her way of reacting to someone she'd been intimate with. That was enough to nearly have Lucy laughing; instead she exhaled an exasperated sigh.

"What can I help you with today, Miss Blaise?" Lucy asked her instead, "Do you actually need anything, or are you just looking for someone to beat the piss out of for no reason?"

[Penelope Blaise]

Narrowed eyes watches the Australian carefully. She couldn't quite grasp what this girl was feeling. It seemed mixed, and without being able to get a read on the artist, she was put on more of a defense than ever. Though it wasn't as if she needed a reason to be put on edge.

But her question wasn't answered. And while it might have been a shot at the artist, Penelope wasn't one to be ignored. Though she let it pass, instead pushing herself up off the chair.

Her fingers curled around the hem of her shirt, drawing it up over her head. Beneath it gave sight to a clean arm except for the flowers that lived on her neck. Signs of the other creatures were almost completely gone from her skin. "I told you you'd have work to do."

[Lucy Serrano]

When she removed her shirt, Lucy looked over the body she barely recognised. She couldn't help the way her eyed wandered to the ink still perfect at her neck to the lack of it at her arm. Sure, she might have let her gaze linger in places they otherwise shouldn't have, but she was sure that was expected by now.

There was the easiest question in the world then, because the immaculate flowers and the lack of everything else didn't make sense without reason. She searched for her eyes again.

"How?"

[Penelope Blaise]

The surprise on Lucy's expression was clear, but Penny hardly looked fazed at all. Clearly the Australian underestimated determination - and scrubbing. Though one tattoo remained perfectly in tact, it was clear - and clear to many people - that Penelope needed the artist to return. There was always a reason, even if one needed to be created.

"I would not have called you back here if you hadn't work to do." She replied instead, rolling her shoulders back as she turned to face the mirror. The corner of her lip twitched upward.

"Lock the door."

[Lucy Serrano]

There was no explanation, and Lucy didn't know how to argue with that. In the end, she simply had to accept it. Her skin was completely clear of the majority and it was her job to place them all back on again.

And lock the door evidently. She only paused for a second or so before she complied, thinking to herself that surely it wouldn't have been such a stretch for the actress to do it herself. Perhaps she was keeping her distance for a reason.

She had to close the gap anyway, as she settled the case for every drawing made for this individual on the counter again. "Let's have a look, then." Lucy said idly, immediately reaching out for the arm she had previously coloured. Clever hands worked to lift it up, if only to give her a better look at its immaculate exterior.

[Penelope Blaise]

A locked door put her at ease. She leaned backwards in her chair, eyes drawing shut when the artist came closer. At the first connection, she exhaled, but she let her arm lose its tension. When she looked at the Australian, she raised her eyebrows, watching the way she inspected her. Like an artist. It was intriguing, to say the least.

So she kept staring silently. Her interest wasn't unmasked as she tilted her head to the side. Yet she didn't seem to care about her arm, rather the person taking it over.

"How old were you when you got your first tattoo?"

[Lucy Serrano]

There was a gentle notion to the way Lucy made contact with the proverbial actress. Clever hands made clever eyes scope the curve of her arm properly, and she took her time.

The question caught her attention briefly, but all she gave was a slight raise of her eyebrows. "Fifteen." She replied easily; not prideful but not anxious about it all the same. It was a glorious fact and she treated it as such. She let her arm go.

Then she spun around, clicking open her belongings and searching for a ready replacement on her arm.

[Penelope Blaise]

The Australian looked so focused that she might have well been placing ink permanently against Penelope's skin. Yet Fi gets ran gently over her skin rather than the harsh buzz of a tattoo gun. The actress may have never been properly tattooed before, but she was smart enough to know she never wished to be.

Fifteen. Penny's own eyebrows rose at the factual number offered to her. It was so young, even for an Australian.

"Why do you have so many?" She continued to ask, genuine curiosity taking her tone.

[Lucy Serrano]

Eyes turned their focus to the items at hand. Now that filming had already started, adding anything new was practically out of the question. Copies upon copies of the same things filled the artist's belongings, prepared for meticulous reapplying against the known landmarks on her skin. She didn't get to see the the expression pulled from the age given, but she could imagine how rich it would have been.

"Alotta things happened between then and now. Alotta things worth remembering or holding onto." She explained, unphased by the deeper connected response she gave to someone still potentially seemed a stranger. "I wouldn't have it any other way. And lucky for me, I work in the one industry that celebrates something usually judged."

[Penelope Blaise]

Without a set of eyes on herself, Penny took it as the advantage it was to stare freely. It gave the opportunity for her exterior expression to drop just slightly. The best moments were those when she wasn't watched, especially given her profession.

"Why not just remember?" She questioned. Though she knew her memory was sharper than the average, if anything was exceptionally important, she was sure even a normal person could recall. Was it truly worth imprinting it on their skin?

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy deemed it an easy enough question. She contemplated the importance of her own motives here, let alone those being directed towards her. Did the actress really care? She didn't seem like the type to make small talk just to pass the time.

She shifted back around with the imprinted version of the prior lion in her hand. Immediately, she was looking for the eyes that were clearly looking at her.

"Because I like to be reminded." Lucy replied, and it sounded so simply when she spoke as she was now. Like it made complete sense simply because she could break it down in such a way. "Sometimes it's not easy to remember things like... The people who make you better. The ones who believe in you, of who want you to do better and better better; all that sorta stuff."