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muserevival2016-12-03 12:19 am
themiraclekid) wrote in muserevival2016-12-03 12:19 am
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134.1: Lyrics
"Am I asking all these questions for nothing?
I'm wondering if anyone's there
And I really need to make a confession
I hate to say that I'm a little bit scared."
• Understand, Shawn Mendes
Ainsley knew Ange was going to be mad at him when he'd come up with the idea of getting a tattoo with a forged signature on the permission slip. He honestly hadn't even been a hundred percent sure it was going to work, but Jace had gone for it, and Ains had been beyond thrilled that he was about to get his first ink ever. Angela had told him absolutely not until he was 18, but with the occasion of his birthday just having passed, and Jace being a friend of the family besides, Ainsley knew that it was his best bet to go to Jace for a tattoo. Well, that and the fact that Clint had scared him stiff when it came to seeing an artist he didn't know to ink his body.
So Jace it was, and the ploy had worked. Especially when Jace and Ains talked about the design he wanted... an NYPD police badge with the words, "My sister, my hero." It sounded like the sort of thing a kid would do when trying to suck up and avoid getting into the shit in an even bigger way by getting an incredibly stupid tattoo. He had toyed with the idea of getting something incredibly stupid, just to he a rebel and a goofball, but this was permanent. He was going to carry whatever this mark was with him for the rest of his life, and no matter how his life went, he knew that Ange was going to be one of the most important people to him.
So he'd settled on that design, and Jace had settled him into the chair to tattoo it on his inner arm. And though it was far from pleasant and comfortable to get a tattoo, Jace was chatting with him and keeping him distracted from the pain his arm was currently experiencing. But that was until Jace was dropping the tattoo gun and going fully into a seizure, and effectively scaring Ainsley half to death. He felt awful... sick to his stomach, but above all that, he knew that it was important to get Jace somewhere he could be safe and comfortable until he could get someone there to help.
He helped to lower him into a lying down position, pulling the cushion from the chair and tucking it under his head to make him comfortable... or at least as comfortable as someone could be in a situation like this. He was upset and he was scared, but his first concern at this moment in time was to make sure that Jace was okay. He found the tattoo gun where it had dropped to the floor and grabbed it, shutting it off quickly and putting it out of reach. Maybe he wasn't a grown up, but he did pride himself on thinking quickly when necessary. There was a blanket over the back of Jace's chair, too... something that didn't grace the other chairs in the studio, which led Ains to believe it was for just such a time as this. He unfolded it and gently draped it over Jace's body. "It's gonna be okay, Jace," he told him, trying to convince himself as much as the tattoo artist. "I'm going to call 911 and get Jesse here for you, okay?"
Of course there was no answer. There didn't have to be. Ainsley would do what needed to be done. He called 911 and gave them the location, explained what he knew about Jace and his condition the best that he could, and promised to wait for the EMTs to arrive. His next call was his big sister, because even in the scariest times, Angela was, in fact, his hero. "Ange," he said, once his sister was on the line. "It's... It's Jace. I'm really sorry. I did something really bad, but Jace is having a seizure, and somebody needs to let Jesse know that we're going to be en route to the hospital real soon..."
I'm wondering if anyone's there
And I really need to make a confession
I hate to say that I'm a little bit scared."
• Understand, Shawn Mendes
Ainsley knew Ange was going to be mad at him when he'd come up with the idea of getting a tattoo with a forged signature on the permission slip. He honestly hadn't even been a hundred percent sure it was going to work, but Jace had gone for it, and Ains had been beyond thrilled that he was about to get his first ink ever. Angela had told him absolutely not until he was 18, but with the occasion of his birthday just having passed, and Jace being a friend of the family besides, Ainsley knew that it was his best bet to go to Jace for a tattoo. Well, that and the fact that Clint had scared him stiff when it came to seeing an artist he didn't know to ink his body.
So Jace it was, and the ploy had worked. Especially when Jace and Ains talked about the design he wanted... an NYPD police badge with the words, "My sister, my hero." It sounded like the sort of thing a kid would do when trying to suck up and avoid getting into the shit in an even bigger way by getting an incredibly stupid tattoo. He had toyed with the idea of getting something incredibly stupid, just to he a rebel and a goofball, but this was permanent. He was going to carry whatever this mark was with him for the rest of his life, and no matter how his life went, he knew that Ange was going to be one of the most important people to him.
So he'd settled on that design, and Jace had settled him into the chair to tattoo it on his inner arm. And though it was far from pleasant and comfortable to get a tattoo, Jace was chatting with him and keeping him distracted from the pain his arm was currently experiencing. But that was until Jace was dropping the tattoo gun and going fully into a seizure, and effectively scaring Ainsley half to death. He felt awful... sick to his stomach, but above all that, he knew that it was important to get Jace somewhere he could be safe and comfortable until he could get someone there to help.
He helped to lower him into a lying down position, pulling the cushion from the chair and tucking it under his head to make him comfortable... or at least as comfortable as someone could be in a situation like this. He was upset and he was scared, but his first concern at this moment in time was to make sure that Jace was okay. He found the tattoo gun where it had dropped to the floor and grabbed it, shutting it off quickly and putting it out of reach. Maybe he wasn't a grown up, but he did pride himself on thinking quickly when necessary. There was a blanket over the back of Jace's chair, too... something that didn't grace the other chairs in the studio, which led Ains to believe it was for just such a time as this. He unfolded it and gently draped it over Jace's body. "It's gonna be okay, Jace," he told him, trying to convince himself as much as the tattoo artist. "I'm going to call 911 and get Jesse here for you, okay?"
Of course there was no answer. There didn't have to be. Ainsley would do what needed to be done. He called 911 and gave them the location, explained what he knew about Jace and his condition the best that he could, and promised to wait for the EMTs to arrive. His next call was his big sister, because even in the scariest times, Angela was, in fact, his hero. "Ange," he said, once his sister was on the line. "It's... It's Jace. I'm really sorry. I did something really bad, but Jace is having a seizure, and somebody needs to let Jesse know that we're going to be en route to the hospital real soon..."