Sin On Skin [[caine]]

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

Vanessa woke in the Its Raining In London caravan, being the first one up. She looked at her cell phone, checking too see if she had any voicemails, or text messages. She had none. So she crawled out of bed, and picked her outfit for the day. She picked a white shirt with a rib cage and a broken heart, and a pair of black skinny jeans and her converse.

Once she was dressed, she went into the bathroom. And tried to decide what she was going too do with her makeup. Let alone what she was going to do for the day. She was thinking about getting the tattoo she had always wanted for her mom. But didnt know what exactly she wanted. She decided to just put on some black eyeliner, and some mascara.

Once she was done, she went back into her room, getting on the interent to try and find a cross that looked cool that she could get. After she fould one, she printed it out, grabbed her cell phone, and i-pod, and went outside.

She began to walk toward the tattoo parlour. She but her headphones in and started listening to Brokencyde. She was beginning to think it wasnt such a good idea to get a tattoo as she began to get closer to her destination. She had neve gotten a tattoo before, and didn't want to look like a baby when she went in there and they started the tattoo and she freaked because it hurt too much.

Once she got to the tattoo parlour, she walked in, walking up to the guys desk. She gave him the picture. "I want that cross, but i want the colors to be black and light blue. And under it i want it to say 'Milinda White' in Old English letters...." she told him. He said it was fine and asked her to take a seat while he drew it up.

As she sat down, she looked out the windows of the parlour, looking for any sign of life, this early in the morning. Not seeing any she turned back around and looked at all the pictures of tattoos hanging up on the wall.

[caine taylor]

Entangled in covers, almost looking as if he had tried to choke himself, Caine had once again had a restless night. He had been losing sleep lately, and the previous night was no different/ Tossing and turning until the sun came up - that was his verison 2.0 of sleeping. Caine yawned and rubbed at his eyes lazily, not wishing to get out of bed just yet. But, he had to. He was going to get another tattoo today, and even though he didn't show it yet, he was hella excited.

Once out of bed, clad in only his boxers, he had to rush to fight for the bathroom with Cosmo, who nearly took an hour or more to get ready. Unfortunately for him, Caine didn't have time to nap outside the door today - it was Cosmo's turn to wait today.

Quick shower, savvy-messed blowdry... then, on to clothes. Caine threw on a tight-fitting black tee, a pair of tight, black jeans, and his faithful Affliction boots. He didn't bother with eyeliner today, as there was no show in his near future, which would give his poor eyes a break.

Running out of the caravan door and onto his destination of the tattoo parlor, he clutched a picture of his ideal tattoo within his hand: A howling wolf with a tribal design beside of it and a full moon within the background of it all. It was seriously wicked; with Caine's love for nature and animals, especially wolfies, it seemed fitting.

Upon walking into the tattoo parlor, Caine was greeted by the owner, who did his last tattoo. Caine smiled and greeted the old aquaintance, initiating a special handshake with him. He asked Caine what he was in for today, and Caine just simply handed him the picture. "Hmmm - this." The man nodded, scratching his chin lightly, and nodded. He told Caine that he could do this, but he would have to draw it up, and wait until his first customer was finished.

First customer? "Wha?" Caine was confused, and the man could tell as he cleared his throat and motioned behind Caine. Caine raised his brow, and came to lay eyes upon that first customer. And, what a customer this was! Expecting a burly, bald-headed bastard, Caine came to lay eyes upon a beautiful girl, who looked nervous as all hell. The man told Caine to have a seat and to be patient behind him. Caine nodded, still staring at the girl, and walked slowly toward her. He took a seat beside her; setting so that a seat was between them.

"What's a girl like you doing in this place, eh?" Caine smiled at the girl and chuckled a bit. "What you getting inked on that pretty little canvas of yours today?"

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

As she sat in the tattoo parlour awaiting her tattoo to be drawn, she was still nervous. She was beginning to think that the tattoo wasnt a good idea for today. But she had wanted it so bad ever since her mother died. And had her mind set on getting it done.

After sitting there for a little bit, she was startled as the door to the tattoo parlour opened, and a guy walked in. He was in a tight fitted black shirt and tight black pants. She watched him as he walked up to the desk, and handed the man a piece of paper. Hmmm - this." he told the man. The man nodded and told him that he would have to wait until he was finish with his first customer.

"Wha?" he had asked the guy behind the desk, and he pointed behind the boy. He turned around, and was looking at her, with his brow raised. The guy to him to have a seat, and wait patiently, so he walked closer to her, and sat a seat away from her.

As he sat, she looked him over once more. He was rather cute, and didnt think she had ever seen him before.

"What's a girl like you doing in this place, eh?" he asked her, smiling and chucking. "What you getting inked on that pretty little canvas of yours today?" She looked over too him. "Im getting a tattoo of a cross with my mothers name under it..." she said smiling. "See... my mother died of cancer when i was twelve. So i decided to get a tattoo in memory of her..." she told him, looking at him.

"How about you? What are you getting cutie?" she said, giggling.

[caine taylor]

Awaiting an answer from the girl, he took her in - her looks, her style... a little bit of everything about her. He had to say that he really liked her style; it was bangin', and she wasn't so bad, herself. She looked like something fresh out of a scene magazine; Caine normally didn't dig scene, but - this, was something he could come to love to dig.

"Im getting a tattoo of a cross with my mothers name under it..." When the girl smiled, it was simply adorable. Caine had to resist from pinching her cheeks - yes, it was that cute. "See... my mother died of cancer when i was twelve. So i decided to get a tattoo in memory of her..." She looked to him, now awaiting a response from him. "Oh, that's cool - that's cool that your honoring your mother that way... I am sorry for your loss..."

"How about you? What are you getting cutie?" Caine smiled lightly as he heard her giggle. Cutie? That was a first. "Hmm - no purpose behind mine... except that I love nature and animals. I am getting this -" Caine pulled out the second copy that he saved for an emergency to show to her. He folded his hands in his lap as she observed it. "Pretty fuckin' intense, right? I love it." Caine sighed, and looked back to the girl. "You scared?"

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

As they sat in the tattoo parlour, she watched him as he looked her over. He looked like the kind of person that wouldnt like her kind of style. She was into the 'cutsey' thing, and looked like he would be the kind of person that would hate her style. But maybe he didnt.

"Oh, that's cool - that's cool that your honoring your mother that way... I am sorry for your loss..." he said to her. "Yeah.... its okay, i would actually rather her pass like she did than stay alive and suffer like she was for awhile..." she said to him. This was one of the first times she was actually able to talk about her mom without crying. It was always a touchy subject with her, and avoided talking about it as much as she could.

"Hmm - no purpose behind mine... except that I love nature and animals. I am getting this -" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another picture of his tattoo, and handing it too her. As he did this, she looked it over. He did make a good choice, it did look pretty awesome. And wolves were one of her favorite animals. "Pretty fuckin' intense, right? I love it." he said to her.

"This this is awesome" she said smiling. "Wolves are my favorite animal" she said, still smiling, and looking over to him. "You scared?" he asked her. Of course she was scared, this was her first tattoo. "Yeah... just a little bit. To be honest, im shakin like a leaf because im so scared...." she said, lightly laughing. "This is my first tattoo so i dont know what to expect." she told him.

As soon as she said this another guy walked in the tattoo parlour, making her jump again. She was rather jumpy today. He walked in, setting his bacg down behind the counter and looking at the them. He asked if both of us were taken care of, and as soon as he said this the other guy walked out with Vanessa's sketch done, and had the boys done. He handed the wolf one to the guy that just walked in, and siad that both of us could be done at the same time.

The man with her tattoo told her to come back and take a seat, as she did. And the other guy followed with the boy she was talking to, and he was at the next station beside her.

As she sat down, she realized she was even more nervous than before. She sat down, and told they man where she wanted it, pointing to the upper part of her arm by her shoulder. "I want it right there..." she told him, as he put the piece of sketching paper on her arm and peeling it off. It left the outline of her tattoo in ink.

She looked it over. It looked pretty wicked. She smiled at him. It was going to be really awesome, she just hoped she could take the pain. He sat down in his rolling chair, beside her, getting his tattoo gun ready. He sticked it in the black ink, and looked over to her. He asked if she was ready, and she nodded her head. As he began the tattoo, she realized it didnt hurt as much as she thought it would, and after awhile she got used to the feeling, and where he was tattooing went numb.

[caine taylor]

"Yeah.... its okay, i would actually rather her pass like she did than stay alive and suffer like she was for awhile..."Caine nodded in light agreement. "I see where you're coming from - it would be better to have peace than be forced to live with some burden, such as cancer." Caine figured that he should gradually drop the subject, since he really didn't know how touchy the girl was on the subject with her mom - she seemed fine, but he didn't want to keep talking about it, just in case it did bring about bad memories.

Upon handing her his tattoo of choice, she smiled that brilliant smile of hers again, and said that she thought it was quite awesome; she also said that wolves were her favorite animals. Caine smiled at this. Sure, he liked more than one animal, but the wolf was pretty high up there in the rankings. "Really? That's one of my favorite animals, too... if not that, I am a fucking dog lover, so, yeah - it only seems natural that wolves would dominate my world."

"Yeah... just a little bit. To be honest, im shakin like a leaf because im so scared...." / "This is my first tattoo so i dont know what to expect." She laughed lightly, trying to help herself shake off her own doubts and worries about her first tattoo. Caine could've guessed she was a newbie when it came to tattoos; she seemed too sweet. He laughed before he spoke. "Well, at least your not getting a big one for your first time at popping the good ol' tattoo cherry, but I won't lie - you may feel some discomfort, love." Caine gave her a reassuring look. "Expect a little bit of pain, but in the end, you'll feel ecstatic once you see it all in the end - it's a rush to see it when it's all complete. Just try and calm down, it'll be alright..."

"If you want, I could come back with you... that is, if you feel you need reassurance while you go under the inking pin, so to speak..." Just then, before the girl could get a word in, another person came through the door, taking her attention and causing her to jump. Jumpy much? The man who came through the door was another tattoo artist that worked within the shop. Caine regarded him with a small nod. Just then, the main owner came out with both the girl and his tattoo in hand; drawn-up and ready to go. He also added in that they could go in at the same time since they were both able to take one of them in a tattoo chair.

The main owner took the girl, and the assistant took Caine. He was in the station next to the girl's. When the man asked him where his tattoo was to go, Caine started to explain. "I've been thinking of putting it on the left breastplate." The man nodded, signaling that would work. Caine took of his shirt, and then laid back within the chair, ready to be inked upon.

Caine looked over to the girl beside him to see if she was doing alright. She seemed to be doing great, as a matter of fact. Without asking, seeing that Caine was already used to the routine, the man started working on his tattoo as he briefly laid the transparency on his left breastplate. "You doing okay over there?" Caine smiled lightly, and looked over to the girl again. "By the way - I don't believe I got your name, loves..." Caine looked back to his own tattoo briefly.

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

"I see where you're coming from - it would be better to have peace than be forced to live with some burden, such as cancer." he said, ending the subject on her mother. He probably thought it may upset her, and if they would have kept talking, it would have. She could never keep in things that well when it came to her mother. But anything else she liked to keep in. She hated showing her emotions to others, she just liked keeping them in. It was just the was she was.

When Vanessa said she like his tattoo that he was getting he smiled. "Really? That's one of my favorite animals, too... if not that, I am a fucking dog lover, so, yeah - it only seems natural that wolves would dominate my world." he told her. "Wolves are awesome - and they are the top of my list, other than penguins and panda's" she said, smiling. Penguins, Panda's and Wolves were her three absolute favorie animals. She found them cute - especially Panda's and Penguins.

As Vanessa told him, that yes- she was scared, she realized that he probably saw her as a girl that wouldnt get a tattoo. Which she did look like a sweet little girl - who would never even think about getting a tattoo. But she really did want to get this one. And planned on getting more.

"Well, at least your not getting a big one for your first time at popping the good ol' tattoo cherry, but I won't lie - you may feel some discomfort, love." - - - "Expect a little bit of pain, but in the end, you'll feel ecstatic once you see it all in the end - it's a rush to see it when it's all complete. Just try and calm down, it'll be alright..." he told her. She giggled at how he explained it. Popping the good ol' tattoo cherry?" she said, giggling more.

"If you want, I could come back with you... that is, if you feel you need reassurance while you go under the inking pin, so to speak..." he told her, as another tattoo artist came in.

As they got back in the stations, and they were both beginning their tattoo's she watched him as he took of his shirt, and told the guy he wanted it on his chest. He really wasnt to bad looking - she found him really cute. And he had a nice body. She smiled. She was happy that she came today, she found a cute boy, let alone that he was being nice, instead of a jerk like most of the other perverted guys she met.

As she was getting her tattoo, she noticed the boy was looking over at her. "You doing okay over there?" he asked her, lightly smiling. She looked over at him. "It actually doesn't hurt as much as i thought it would." she told him, smiling.

And it didnt. She thought it was going to hurt like hell, and it hurt a little bit at first. But now it wasnt that bad. "By the way - I don't believe I got your name, loves..." he said, looking back at his tattoo.

She looked over to him. "I'm Vanessa." she said smiling at him. "What about you? Whats your name?" she asked, lightly smiling. She found herself in a really good mood today. And she was happy she did decide to get the tattoo. And she kind of wanted to get her lip peirced to. She had been waiting forever to do that.

She looked at the tattoo artist doing her tattoo. "Do you do peircings here too?" she asked him, and he stopped to get more ink on the gun. He nodded. "Do you think you could also peirce my lip?" she asked him in a polite manner. He said he could.

[caine taylor]

"It actually doesn't hurt as much as i thought it would." The girl sounded ecstatic about the fact that she had overcome her fear; being able to look it in the eyes, head-on. Caine smiled at this, as if he felt pride for her being able to do this. Geeezus, this chick was cute! He normally didn't think too much of someone her type, but shit - she was like a magnet, drawing him little by little. He was truly suprised.

Her smile was so sweet, some one could choke on it's flavor. "I'm Vanessa." Vanessa - a sweet, yet sexy name. What was such a cute girl doing with such an incredibly fuckable name? Caine smirked at this. Either way, it fit her. "What about you? Whats your name?" "You can call me Caine, beautiful."

Caine looked back to his own tattoo, which he couldn't really see, but could tell that it was coming out to look pretty insane. While he admired his own, he could hear Vanessa's light voice chime in, asking if they did piercings. Caine's brow rose, looking back to the girl. Was she actually going to get a peircing today, too? She was.

She asked if the head artist could pierce her lip. Caine laughed in disbelief, shaking his head. "Now, your breaking your peircing cherry? ON the same day? Goddamn, girl - your my hero." Caine snickered and sighed, closing his eyes and laying his head back against the chair. "So - what's your fairytale? You in Euphoria, Vanessa?"

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

As Vanessa began to talk to him more, she began to get more interested. He really was cute, and seemed to be really nice. And having a sence of humor to go along with it. Making him even better. She could definetly find herself liking him. Even though she never really payed attention to his type, he kept drawing her in more.

She liked his smile, his hair. And his body, which was bulit but not so much that it was gross or un-natural looking - which was the way she liked it. And he could even pull off the skinny jeans, which made it better.

"You can call me Caine, beautiful." he said. Caine? What a unique name. And it was really sexy. She liked his name - a lot. "Dude, thats a really sweet name" she said, looking over at him and smiling. "Its really unique." she said, looking back to her tattoo. It was beginning to look really awesome, and the colors looked really good together.

As Vanessa asked if she could get her lip pierced to, she saw Caine look over with sort of a surprised look on his face. Actually she couldnt beleive it either. She was getting both a tattoo and piercing on the same day, and she had never got anything like that done.

"Now, your breaking your peircing cherry? ON the same day? Goddamn, girl - your my hero." he said, laughing. Almost like he couldnt beleive it. "Yeah im 'breaking my peircing cherry'." she said, giggling. "I have always wanted my lip peirced." she said, looking to him, and smiling.

He closed his eyes and layed his head against the chair. "So - what's your fairytale? You in Euphoria, Vanessa?" he asked her. Her fairytale? She surely couldnt tell him about why she came here, it was too messed up, and felt like no one should no. And that she should keep it in. "Well i am the drummer of the band Its Raining In London." she said, laying her head against the back of the seat, and looking up at the ceiling.

"How about you? You in a band Caine?" she asked him. She was beginning to wonder if she was still wanting to get her lip peirced or not. ANd if she had enough money to even pay for both. She was sure she had the money. But was she going to be able to take both a lip peircing and tattoo.

[caine taylor]

Vanessa seemed to swoon over Caine's name, in a girlish manner. This made Caine snort inwardly to himself; even the guy who was working on his tattoo snickered a little. "Thank my mom and pops, girl."

She explained to Caine that she had always wanted her lip pierced and that she was even suprised at herself. Caine let her words sink into his head; stereotypically, if he had not spoke one word to this girl, he would have thought of her as a poser of some sorts. She just didn't look like the type to strive for anything dealing with a piercing, but hey - you're never supposed to judge a book by its cover, they say. He could see why she was suprised at herself; he was just suprised she was letting herself go through with it.

Vanessa told the boy that she was a drummer - for Its Raining In London. Its Raining In London... Caine let the band name run throughout his memory, trying to remember the band in particular. Then, it hit him - it was an all-girl band, such as his all male-gendered band. He smirked a bit; too much testosterone and too much estrogen. How interesting.

"Me? I sex up the bass for The Plastic Flowers." Caine looked over to notice the girl pondering the ceiling, as if deep in thought. About what? Her lip, no doubt. "You sure your gonna get two cherries popped in one day, loves? There's no hurry..." Caine's tattoo artist laughed beside him.

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

Vanessa really did like his name, it was cute. As she said that she liked his name, and that it was unique, his tattoo artist snickered. Caine probably thought she was weird for liking his name so much. But that's just the way she was. She was one, to not really care what people think if her. She lived her life the way she wanted, and usually didn't let people get in the way. "Thank my mom and pops, girl."

A lot of people have always seen Vanessa as a poser. People always judged her before they got to know her. And she hated that. It was just because the way she dressed and acted. She just wished people would get to know her more. And she knew that Caine was probably thinking she was a poser. More than likely because she doesn't look like the kind of girl to her lip pierced and a tattoo. But she really did always want one.

Thats just the way she was. And if people wanted to think she was a poser, than thats fine. But she really wanst. She hated posers, they get on her nerves. It really always made her mad. But she couldn't do anything about it.

As she told him that she was the drummer for Its Raining In London she watched him. It looked like he was trying to remember the band. A lot of people always had to try and remember them. Maybe it was because there wasn't a full band. Who knows. But after a bit, it looked like he remembered.

"Me? I sex up the bass for The Plastic Flowers." he told her. She giggled, he had a way of always making her laugh. "Nice way of putting that dear." she said, still lightly giggling.

"You sure your gonna get two cherries popped in one day, loves? There's no hurry..." he said, and the tattoo artist laughed. Yeah she was sure she wanted to get it done. She was still looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah i am sure i want to get it done.... I have wanted it done for a long time...." she said, still looking at the ceiling.

[caine taylor]

Caine smirked to himself, and the situation he was in. He planned on waking up, getting his tattoo, flaunting it to his bandmates, and then, well – either playing around with them, or going to catch up on some snooze. Instead, he got up, got his tattoo, and got to share his time under the ink with a lovely little indulgence now known as Vanessa. He was surprised, too – as said, normally, Caine wouldn’t go for the type of girl she represented, but there was something so damn sweet and sugary about this girl that caught his attention better than any other, so far. She was sugary, and hella sweet, yet here she was getting her first tattoo and first piercing – that, being her lip.

She was… different. Enough said.

Vanessa giggled when Caine spoke up about his position in The Plastic Flowers. Caine furrowed his brow, innocently messing with the girl, acting confused. “ B…b-b-but I do sex up the bass, dammit – no one does it better! I mean, c’mon!” Caine then licked his lips and winked, putting on a bit of a show; at least, as much as he could while still under the inking. “You cannot deny this face… or, the music my fingers make…” Caine then laughed, as his artist gave him a weird look. So what if it sounded wrong? It was the way it must be said, according to the world of Caine Taylor.
Vanessa told Caine that she was indeed popping both cherries in one day; she had wanted her lip piercing for a long time, and planned on getting it when she had the opportunity right in front of her. “You truly are a trooper – so, just curious, your popping so many cherries in one day – are you a virgin, still?” The tattoo artists laughed in unison. Caine shrugged. He was curious – god, sue him for wanting to know.

[Vanessa Yvonne White]

Vanessa found it weird that everything had worked out as it did. She didn't plan on meeting any cute guy, she didn't picture getting her lip peirced. All she did was get up and want to go and get a tattoo. And Caine was the kind of guy that she usually wouldn't like. But there was something about him - and she really liked it.


“ B…b-b-but I do sex up the bass, dammit – no one does it better! I mean, c’mon!” he said, licking his lips, and winking at her. What was with him all the sudden? It was funny, and she was getting more interested. “You cannot deny this face… or, the music my fingers make…” he said, and his artist gave him a weird look.

"I never said i was denying you. I told you that you were a cutie, and i ment it." she said, looking at him. As she said this, the artist said her tattoo was done and showed her where the mirror was so she could go look at it. When she walked up to the mirror she immediatly fell in love with it. It was exactly how she wanted it - and how she pictured it. "Oh My God. Its amazing!" she said, looking to the artist and smiling a big smile. He grabbed a solution and rubbed it over her tattoo. The he grabbed a clear plastic wrap and tapped it over the tattoo.

He said that she could sit back down if she really wanted to get her lip peirced. So she walked over and sat, waiting for him to get everything ready.

“You truly are a trooper – so, just curious, your popping so many cherries in one day – are you a virgin, still?” he asked her, his artist laughed. She looked at him with a bit of a shocked look on his face. "And why do you think you should know this information?" she asked looking over at him. "Maybe i will tell you later after we are both done." she said, watching the guy get the peircing gun ready. She brought over a silver stud, and the gun, sitting beside her again.

He got it ready, wipping her lip with a substance - probably to clean it. He asked her if she was ready and she said she was, he raised it to her lip, clicking the trigger and peircing it. As it went through she winced. It didn't really hurt all that bad, it just surprised her at first.

Once they were done, he told her how often she had to clean her lip, so it would heal. And how often she had to rub gel onto her tattoo. Once she was done she payed, and walked back into where Caine was. She pulled over a chair, sitting beside him and taking a look at his tattoo.

[caine taylor]

"I never said i was denying you. I told you that you were a cutie, and i ment it." Caine looked into her eyes as she said this to him, and smirked. Good God - the girl reeked of cuteness. So damn much of it - and, fuck, he was loving it. Why? Who the fuck cared? Live for the moment, and this moment was predominated with a fatal attraction to cuteness. Caine beamed in a playful manner, acting as if he just won an award for his apparent cuteness.

Caine looked on as Vanessa ranted and raved over her newfound, developed tattoo. She beamed like a little girl over her first barbie - this made Caine snicker a bit. Although with the fact that he had only met this girl today, he already felt immense happiness for her as if he had knew her for quite some time.

As she sat back down to prepare to go on to the next event, piercing her lip, she began to riddle on how to reply to Caine's questioning of virginity. "And why do you think you should know this information?" --- "Maybe i will tell you later after we are both done." Caine smirked, laughing in a low tone, and winked at her. "Sounds like a plan, sweetie."

He watched on, still under the inking gun, as the man sterlized the piercing gun and Vanessa's lip. Caine bit his lip in anticipation, wondering how Vanessa would take it. But, before his eyes, in the blink of an eye, it was done, and Vanessa was tearless. Damn, she was a trooper of cuteness, that was for damned sure.

Finished up and ready for action, Vanessa came over to set beside Caine, opposite of the tattoo artist, who was finishing up on the detailing on his tattoo. Caine smiled and nodded at Vanessa's lip. "Pretty sexy, for a cutesy girl... flash me your tattoo, dahling!" He talked in a mock-like valley girl voice.