Key necklace
Sybil wears this necklace to remember her first drawing she ever made, which was a drawing of a key. She doesn't know why she was obsessed with that drawing, and she didn't know why it was her first thing that she ever draw, but it was, and she loved it. She made the necklace to remember that as well.
Glasses
Just like her father, she needs glasses to see things that are far away. At first, she hated wearing glasses, but now she enjoys them. She thinks she looks cool in them. She customized her glasses with stickers, since she really likes stickers.
human form
The pencil glided softly along the sketchbook paper, as Sybil drew her sketchy lines softly. "So this customer wants a tattoo of her cat," she started to say to her co-worker, Martie. "and she said she didn't care what the pose is." Sybil erased what she had on the paper before, then started over. Martie just rolled his eyes. "Man, you can't decide anything can you?" she said in a sly voice, as he fiddled around with a pen. Sybil just shook her head, not taking her eyes off her paper. "Just draw it sitting or standing." Martie suggested, glancing down at her paper of rough sketches.
"Yeah, but that's to plain, Martie." she said. "It needs to come alive somehow."
Martie just rolled his eyes again. She sat grabbed a roller chair beside him, and rolled it over to where Sybil was sitting. He sat down next to her. "How about it playing with a toy?"
"Nah."
"Chasing a mouse?"
"Ew no. You know I mate mice."
"Eating food?"
"Be real, Martie."
Martie huffed. "Well I can't help you." The parlor door opened behind them, as a customer walked in. "Look, I got a appointment, and they are here now, you just keep doing what you're doing, and if you still can't figure out a pose when I'm done, I'll try to help you."
Sybil shook her head again, as she angrily erased the sketch and started over. "My client will be here soon, so we won't have time!" she whispered.
Martie hit her lightly on her arm. "Well I cant help you then, just think of your cat and what she does." Martie walked away to go greet his client, leaving Sybil by herself.
Sybil's cat was a very silly one, always trying to make jumps she can't reach, and teasing the dog whenever she got the chance, snuggling with Sybil every night, but falling off the bed in the morning, since Sybil's alarm clock scares her.
"Wait..." Sybil mumbled to herself. "I can make her sleeping! That would be cute!" She stared hard at her paper and started to sketch.
right when she finished her sketch, the door to the parlor opened again, and a customer walked in. Sybil looked up and smiled brightly at the customer. "Hello! Glad to see you back!" She got up and walked over to greet her client, who looked pretty anxious. Sybil started small talk with her, as they walked over to Sybil's tattooing station. She seated her client into the chair and showed her the sketch.
"It's adorable!" said the client, nodding her head. "I really like it. I have never gotten a tattoo before, will it hurt?"
Sybil nodded her head. "Glad you like it!" she put down the sketch on her side table. "Yes it will, but it won't last very long, trust me. Her client just nodded nervously, as Sybil got out her needle and colors. "Now hold still, and if it hurts," she grabbed a squishy ball from her desk. "squeeze this and close your eyes. It helps relieve some of the pain!" she handed the ball to the client. The client took it, and squeezed it. "Thank you." she said.
Sybil turned on her needle, and began drawing. The client shook a little bit, but it wasn't much problem.
About an hour past, and Sybil said, "Done!"
Sybil grabbed a mirror from her desk and showed the client the tattoo. The tattoo has a gray cat sleeping in a curled up position, with little Zs coming out of a think bubble. The client gasped and made a huge smile. "Thank you! I love it! It was worth it."
Sybil didn't say anything, but she smiled very brightly, making her cheeks hurt just a small bit. "I am glad you like it." She helped her client out of the chair and took the ball from her, and put it back on her desk. She lead the client over to the register to pay.
Martie came out of the room with his client about 30 minutes later, and Sybil was already just sketching a few thumbnail sketches of cats. Martie's client payed for his tattoo and left. Martie walked over to Sybil and sat in a roller chair next to her and watched her sketch.
"So how did it go?"
"Great! She loved it."
"That's good."
"Yeah, now I really like cats."
Martie just rolled his eyes and hit her lightly on the arm again. "You're ridiculous."