Yeah. Disregard the other one.
Ehawee Lechner ☪ TATTOO ARTIST ☪ (19)
17 October - Libra
Hometown; Pine Ridge, South Dakota
Ehawee was born on the Pine Ridge Indian rez in South Dakota under a red moon, which - her grandmother was quick to point out - was not a good sign. For most of her childhood, Ehawee was blamed by her grandmother for every mishap on the rez on account of her moon "curse." {For instance, when lightening struck the family home and was reduced to smouldering ashes within an hour, naturally, Ehawee was to blame.} Her chance to escape Pine Ridge came in the form of a gangly white boy named Jacy, who asked her to marry him in Vegas. So, at sixteen, Ehawee {in front of God and Elvis Presley} married Jacy, only to demand a divorce from him not two weeks later. Turns out, teen marriage can be rather stressful when you're homeless and penniless. With nowhere left to go, Ehawee went in search of her Austrian-born father, who was living in West Hollywood as a makeup artist. He readily took her {and her ex-husband} in. For quick money, Ehawee began inking out of her dad's garage when she was seventeen, having discovered her knack for the delicate, careful artistry. Her best work tends to be in ornate, yet realistic flowers. Orchids, lilies, narcissus, marigolds, she'll turn you into a walking ink garden {and she happens to be doing just that with her current boyfriend}. Kat's the one that took notice of Ehawee in the beginning and gave her her job at the shop, but Tatum's the one that has given Ehawee the tools to flourish and excel as an artist. At present, she lives in a crummy little apartment in LA along with her big brother {Chayton}, his dog, and her ex-husband.
(Rachel Rutt)
TAKEN BY; @fleetingfanfan
IN CHARACTER;
▪ How long have you been tattooing (or piercing)? What's your experience?
Been tattooing...going on two years now, I guess. My ex's the one that planted the seed and made me think I might have some talent. He's the one that gave me my very first tattoo...even if the thing embarrasses me now. But my dad found a sketchpad of mine and went on and on about how I should consider inking. He's the one that put me on this path. And at first, it was just a way to make a little fast money without having to walk the streets at night {I'm only half joking}. Jacy and I needed the extra cash to save up for school. So, after obtaining my license, the garage tattoo parlour was born, sketchy as it sounds. I've tattooed hundreds of people, and I have steady clients. One of my guys, Craig, {who also happens to be an ex} is working on becoming the next Zombie Boy, I guess, and is totally sleeved in ink. Head-to-toe flowers. He could walk into a botanic garden and blend right in. He's literally the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
▪ How is your relationship with the Stark sisters?
I first met Kat about three months into working the garage parlour. Craig brought her in to meet me after having drawn her attention at some pizza dive. All I can say is thank God Craig was craving the Hawaiian special that day. She invited me to work in her shop a week later after having looked through one of the photo albums of the work I've done. I take pictures of all of my work! Even if it's as small or simple as a single letter on an ankle. Kat gave me my job, and I can never fully express my gratitude for the chance she's given me. But Tatum is more my speed. She's been my mentor these past two years. She's never treated me like the baby of the bunch, you know? We respect each other, and I consider us to be really good friends.
▪ What do you expect to get out of working in CAT?
Fulfillment, maybe? I don't know, I'm always expecting things to go wrong {I'm cursed, remember?}, and they're just finally going right. I only want to do what makes me happy. And certainly, working for Kat makes me happy. I mean, not to get sentimental or anything, but it's the reason I get up in the morning. I don't really know where I'd be without California Art & Tattoo.
▪ Where do you see yourself in five years?
Still working for CAT, for sure. And hopefully living on my own {GET OUT CHAYTON AND JACY!} in a swanky studio apartment. No, wait, not completely on my own. I'm hoping to save up enough to bring my mother out here, get her off that forsaken rez. But first I need a nicer place, not so full of boys. I think she'd like living on the beach.
OUT OF CHARACTER;
▪ Why do you think you should get the part?
I should get the part because I really love this idea and could write forever about a half Austrian, half Sioux Indian skater girl whose passion is inking flowers on people's skin.
▪ How active will you be?
Really active. I'll keep up with events and everything. I'm pretty good about that.
▪ How inspired are you for this role?
Pretty damn. On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the most inspired, I think I'm at least like a 12.
STORY;
My brother's dog Kevin is totally blind in one eye, and his depth perception is way off...but I don't think the latter has anything to do with the former. Not to mention, he's only got three legs. Jacy calls him "Tripod." Basically, the dog's a mess. And since my brother can't be bothered to roll out of his sofa bed any time before noon, I'm the one that has to take Kevin out and make sure he doesn't stagger into traffic or bang his head into anything.
Normally, it pisses me off that Chayton's responsibility has become my own, but this morning, I don't mind Kevin's klutzy company so much. To be honest, the dog's growing on me. Despite his many deficiencies, he's always up for a walk. He's positive. As positive as a dog can be. But anyway, Kevin and I are walking back home from the store...well, Kevin's walking, I'm boarding...and I'm staying a little ahead of him so he can't walk out in front of my board and trip me up.
I have to go into work today. Craig has an appointment with me to colour in the last bit of naked skin he has. Going out for celebratory drinks after. {I make a mental note to ask Rain if he wants to come with.} But before Craig, I have a first-timer coming in to see me. A highschooler, I think is what Tatum said. A girl who wants an orchid down her ribcage as a Sweet 16 present to herself. A surfer who wants a wave scape across his back and a father who wants his baby son's portrait over his heart. Full day.
I can't wait.
At the apartment, Chayton is still asleep on the sofa bed. Typical. He's on his back with one arm slung across his face and Slaughterhouse-Five splayed open on his chest like he fell asleep reading it. Kevin manages to get himself up onto the bed and settles down next to my brother with a heaved sigh. No matter how much attention I give that damn dog, he'll never love me as much as Chayton, his apparently, one and only master. Because in spite of the fact that Chayton routinely ignores him, Kevin will never forget who saved him from a life of loneliness in the first place...
This sets me to thinking about that stupid thing I think about sometimes.
That thing that sleeps in the room next to mine, whose initials are inscribed indelibly in my skin, who saved me from my old life on the rez in South Dakota...
Goddamn Jacy.
Collection; http://www.polyvore.com/ehawee_lechner_cat/collection?id=2548941
