Post by Penelope Blaise on Jul 31, 2016 20:36:16 GMT
Though Penny felt the effect this woman had on her pulse, she did her best to not let it show in the rest of her features. The actress kept her back straight, chin tilted up and eyes focused on the artist who was being surprisingly professional given her attitude when she had first walked into her trailer. She didn't seem like the person to ask for anything, yet practical politeness carried within her tone as she requested Penny to tie her hair.
A small hum passed her lips as she took control, dragging the dark locks up. Short as her newest hairstyle was, it could still be managed easily enough. Her thumb and forefinger hauled the tie from around her wrist, securing her hair into place.
"What are you thinking there?" She asked, because while the artist might have stated they could work together through it, Penny wanted to know if she had any ideas already swimming in her head.
With shorter hair tied out of the way, Lucy was granted a better look at the curve of her neck. She tilted her head to the side a fraction, like that little bit of skin really needed so much of her attention.
And then she stood up, and with a slight stretch of her arms the tips of twin wings made themselves known from the line of her jeans. She stayed standing as she worked her way through a series of predetermined drawings. There was something on her mind, and she seemed intent to find it.
"So," She started again, dragging the little word out to get as much time as she could; "You tell me what's wrong with some girl flirting with you."
When Lucy glanced back at her, she shrugged her shoulders; "I'm curious."
Last Edit: Jul 31, 2016 22:38:10 GMT by Lucy Serrano
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 1, 2016 11:52:20 GMT
Her question was flat out ignored, but it seemed more and more clear that the artist had something already in mind as she rummaged through her belongings. Dark eyes turned back to the mirror, watching her in the reflection with pursed lips. Rarely did Penelope Blaise get refused, and while avoidance of an answer was minor, it still irked the actress.
"It's not professional." She answered tightly, feeling the strain within her own lungs over something of a stock standard reply. "I'm here to work." Pressure built up in her jaw as she glanced back down towards the artist, specifically to her hands as she went through art ready to imprint itself on her skin.
Lucy repressed the urge to laugh at the response given. She knew from experience how infrequently people maintained a professional aspect on set. She stopped searching once she held something significant, but her eyes tracked the black and grey line work carefully.
"You at least get that it's not a joke, right?" Lucy asked her then. But quickly, she knew she needed to explain herself further. Those words could have pertained to any number of things she'd already said; "I mean, I'm not joking."
She turned back around then, holding up a lengthy floral design. Big enough to cover across her shoulder and drag just up the curve of her neck. The smallest unfurled bud to drawl itself behind her ear.
"You're hot." Lucy denoted then with a small shrug of her shoulders; "I think you're hot."
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 1, 2016 12:20:31 GMT
The sight of flowers grabbed Penelope's attention, and her eyebrows shot up. She hadn't expected something so gentle when a dragon had just been placed on her arm moments before. Though in combination, it seemed fitting. There was reason she was hired, and while the actress wouldn't actively admit it, she looked on with a little more curiosity.
At the very least, she wasn't looking at the woman's face. Her eyes widened slightly, but within a moment - and a breath - she had her expression composed. Her back remained rigid, eyes forward as she tilted her head a faction.
"And what do you expect for me to do with that information?" She asked, a flat tone returning to her voice.
There was no impressed expression staring back at her. There were no eyes looking back at Lucy at all. She could only assume that without complaint, her design choice was accepted. She felt her own eyes light up a little; at least her choice was a favoured one.
The conversation was pressing, too. The question seemed like one better left unanswered.
"Nothing." Lucy replied honestly, and she carried an almost nonchalant tone to her voice. She completely believed the little word she gave.
She brought herself closer. Contact might have been part of the job, of course, and that went in tandem with proximity. In any other instance, it was a defined danger. "I sorta doubted you'd ever heard those words genuinely before." She continued on, leaning in a fraction more, "I might be no better than the street you walk on, Miss Blaise, but I know what - or who - I'm attracted to regardless of that."
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 1, 2016 12:52:44 GMT
Penny often voiced when she was upset, but rarely would she give a person credit where it was due. Silence was often the best response to get from the actress - and in this instance she was. She tilted her head back when the artist grew nearer, the tension in her spine rising up to neck as she felt the distance as something a little more than business. She forced a breath, unaware she had been holding it within the newfound proximity.
It was likely true; she was often praised for her appearance, but what truly was genuine in this industry?
"Why the flowers?" She asked instead, tilting her neck to give the artist the space she needed to work.
No response was hardly the best available outcome for someone who felt so persistent. Lucy was close enough to cut remaining distance if she could be so bold, but there was nothing promising about an ending like that. It felt riddled with a sense of harsh firing. She looked like the type to follow through with the thought just to prove a point.
"Because," She started, like she really needed to give an explanation, "They soften you up. Neck tattoos automatically look a little harsh; juxtaposing the placement with the content is smart." Surely someone deemed so logical could appreciate that. And if not, there was always the better, more characteristic alternate; "Besides, I'd rather give them like this than wrapped in plastic and dying in a vase."
"So, you could at least let a girl down nicely." Lucy continued, like they were really following the course of the conversation she started. Almost like there wasn't a break between the thoughts at all. No questions about the choices she made despite how she so willingly gave answers.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 2, 2016 12:04:23 GMT
With a loss of eye contact, Penny found managing this woman to be just a little bit easier. It gave her the room to breathe, and it turned out she needed it after the explanation that came forth. Her expression remained steely, but her pulse still raged - uncontrollable, but at least not exterior. When it came to flirting with the actress, most would stumble and grow flustered. This was a genuine first.
"Do you speak like this to everyone you work with?" Penny asked shoulders rolling back as she leaned backwards within her chair. "You must have some sort of reputation within the industry, Miss Serrano." None that she knew of, however. Perhaps she it wasn't the Australian's normal move to put herself so out there, and so romantically.
There was no being let down, it seemed. Perhaps that was the letting down within itself. Instead, she was questioned; someone was searching for a reason to ignore everything she said. Again. And just like last time, it must have been known how she would struggle with trying to release the thought again.
She hadn't spoken a word once questioned. At least, not when she leaned in close enough to consider how to correctly apply what she chose. It was important to make it right. More, it was so important to make it look good.
So when the Australian leaned in close enough, she brushed her finger along the length of her neck. More to the point, she guided the smallest offset bud to embed it right beside her ear. At if she needed the reason to be closer; she took a moment to breath in slowly before she exhaled again.
"Oh no," Lucy admitted then, shaking her head lightly, "Usually I let it go when people're outwardly disinterested."
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 2, 2016 12:32:22 GMT
There was a genuine desire to understand. A need to determine why the artist behaved as she had. An explanation before hardly felt like it was genuine - or rather, it was the actress who found the information so hard to believe, regardless of the conviction in her tone. But light pressure to her neck had her attention shifted. It was for the tattoo - for her job - yet Penny immediately felt the way tension worked its way into her muscles.
So she was persistent. It was almost flattering.
"I could have you fired for this." She thought aloud, straining her eyes to as she kept her neck still but still tried to look at the artist. "I should have you fired for this."
Lucy was slow to apply the paper to the unfamiliar curve of an unfamiliar body. She kept light pressure down her neck to keep it steady, and it was only when she lingered for long enough that she moved to a lower point. Down near her shoulder, she was delicate with every little point laying down.
She even leaned down. To get a better look at her own movements, surely.
"Thinking about putting the call out, love?" Lucy asked her then. She had no doubt that this woman had that power. It was likely at her fingertips. Or rather, given their position, it would be just out of reach.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 2, 2016 17:34:57 GMT
She was precise with her hands, and though the woman's attitude was paining, the way she moved felt like she was truly an artist if Penny were recognize one herself. She didn't move as the artist worked, even going as far as holding her breath to secure a safe transfer onto her skin. Just as serious as she was to place the piece, Penny was serious about its addition to her character.
Yet it wasn't said, because they were still on this subject, and she wanted to groan the moment she felt those hands begin to lift away from her.
"It's something to consider, though I somehow doubt that would shut you up." The Brit shot back, a more annoyed tone taking to her voice. "Someone needs to put you down."
The stagnant body beneath her hands had Lucy paying close attention to each and every difference in her body. It was one thing to speak the way she was, but another to put obvious effort into the work she was trying to provide. She had no doubt that getting fired was something easily conceived by this particular person; she was everything to this production given who she was.
Drawing back the paper slowly, her fingertips were just as slow to follow the new image resting against her skin. Ensuring perfection to the best of her ability before she discarded what was left and all that remained was a track of flowers across her skin.
"You could put me down. There's a bed right there." She mused then, flipping the little sentiment to something that better suited her thoughts; "Better than putting me out, don't you think?"
Post by Penelope Blaise on Aug 3, 2016 18:39:46 GMT
With the paper gone from her skin, Penny looked through the mirror to see the image that remained. Briefly, fingertips interfered with her line of sight, but once she could catch a decent look, there was no denying that she was impressed with the result. Of course, she'd never voice the thought.
Even if she had wanted to, a lewd comment hit the air first. Dark eyes immediately narrowed as she exhaled heavily through her nose. Annoyance clearly worked its way into her features as her eyebrows lowered.
It was stupid to grow so annoyed over something mundane like this, but irritation was practically making the actress twitch.