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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:53 pm
The salon was a new one, called Sephora, and Manuela already loved it. Her mother had taken her there after seeing an ad on TV, and from the first time inside it had been declared Manny's place. The people there knew just how to take care of her difficult hair, and they even gave a complimentary makeover if you asked. Manny had gone there now for her school haircut, and was thrilled to find that her mother was going to let her buy some makeup too. At first she had said she was too young for makeup, but something had changed her mind. Growing faster than usual, Manny's hair now draped below her shoulders, and she was having a little trouble with the idea of getting it cut.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:00 pm
The concept of beauty professionals and spa like treatment was not a far cry from the norm for Ashley and Solo, but usually the people came to them, not the other way around. It was bringing back all sorts of bitter memories for Ashley as she not so silently mourned her lost fame and glory, though Soloman was quite happy to go get his nails done, (hopefully!)
The man was carrying a sleeping Harper in one arm. The unusual, sudden and jolty motions Soloman made when he moved actually seemed to knock Harper out like a rock, but he had been sleeping for a good twenty minutes which ment any moment now his eyes would burst open with a happy wail and he'd get to jumping off walls again.
Ashley opened the door to Sephora and gave a loud, annoyed sigh. "You check it out first. I'll go window shopping around here and be back in a few." She said, as Soloman walked into the Salon past her. "Be nice to the brat." She said as she left.
Now inside, Soloman grinned. "Hello!" He said, all too loudly, causing the aforementioned wail and eye snapped open response from Harper.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:07 pm
Manny looked up from her spot in the waiting room, startled by the man's loud enterance. Wow, he looked cool, she thought to herself, shifting in her seat. Her mother was already back in the salon, having her hair rebraided, so she would be there for a while. She gave the person a little wave, noticing the upset child in his arms. The kid was interesting himself, but he didn't really seem like the friendly sort.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:11 pm
((Oh, no she didn't just think harper wasen't friendly! we shall have to rectify this... !))
Soloman grinned at the little girl while quickly scanning the place. Nobody had rushed over to help him, so he decided to help himself. "Now little dude, no dyeing your hair some pansy color, your momma will kill me. Come to think of it, I'm surprised they left me alone with you at all..." Soloman said while he set the baby down on the floor.
Harper nodded absentmindedly at Soloman. Clearing his throat, he threw his arms up in the air, and in much the same way Soloman did he yelled, "HELLO! I'm HARPER!"
"Go play with the kid." Soloman instructed, pointing at Manuela. Her own fault for waving. "I gotta take care of my assets, baby." Soloman explained with a giggle while touching his hair.
Nodding once more, Harper toddled toward Manuela grinning at her as though he planned some wonderful interaction once he got to her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:16 pm
Manuela grinned as the toddler put on a show of his own. Maybe he wasn't so bad. He certainly had some cool clothes, and his hair was neat too. "Hey little dude," she told him, setting her elbows on her knees, "What are you here for?" She assumed something beauty related, but maybe he knew more. Hey, some parents would shave that hair off, not that he thought the guy he'd come in with would, but still, it was a worry, and definately something she'd have to try to prevent.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:22 pm
"Hi. I'm Harper." Harper repeated, once he got to Manuela. Grinning at her still, and making a slight gurgle from the bubbles of drool caught in his throat, he leaned toward her and went to hug her leg. "And I love youuuuu." He said sweetly. Obviously this was some trick someone had been coaching him for, probably Sunny as he was the only one among them with the desire to hear things like that from babies.
Anyway.
"I here for Solo, his assestses." Harper explained with a slight nod, pointing at his hair and then vaguely in the direction Soloman had been. "Whats your name?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:27 pm
Manny was a bit taken aback when the kid declared he loved her, but it was sweet. He was just little afterall. "My name's Manuela, you can call me Manny if you want," she told him, thinking he might have a little trouble pronouncing it, "And I think you're pretty cool." Upon further inspection she noted that his hair was two-toned like hers, and that his clothes looked like they were made just for him. A definate plus in her book.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:33 pm
"Manny?" Harper repeated, still hugging the girl. After a few more seconds he let go and looked at his surroundings briefly. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at one of the hair dressing chairs, "And that?" while pointing at the clutter of chemicals and what not by the mirrors, "And that?" while pointing at one of the employees, "And that?" while pointing at the front desk.
"Why they do that?" He asked, finally, pausing his questions to take a breath. His last question was in reference to one of the people getting their hair done, the whole operation looked somewhat... FUN to him. "My turn!?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:38 pm
Deciding to take all of his questions in stride Manny took a deep breath. She pointed back to the chair, "That's where people sit when they get their hair cut, it moves up and down," then to the clutter by the mirrors, "That's shampoo and mouse and hair dye, people use that stuff to make their hair look cool," then the person, "Her name's Cassie, she cuts people's hair, she's really good," and the desk, "That's where people go to get an appointment and stuff." She let her breath out, what a kid. "And they do that because it makes them feel good and look good," she explained, fiddling with her own hair, "And yeah, let me ask." With that she went up to the desk and talked to the woman for a few seconds, then returned. "She says you and me can go together when two chairs open up, would you like that? You can get your hair washed and get it to look really cool." Mama Estelle wouldn't mind paying for it too, if the kid's dad wouldn't.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:47 pm
"Okay!" Harper said a bit too loudly, clapping his hands together. "How they make look cool?" He asked. The next few moments were spent with Harper, apparently, trying to look up at his hair and finding the position of his eyebrows and forehead caused him great difficulty in this. "My hair look bad? Your hair... YOU HAVE A TAIL!" Harper discovered. He gave a squeal he would later in his life probably deny ever making and pointed at his wingie things on his feet. "I have wings! We are special. .... I love you!" Okay, cut it out Harper.
"You have pretty hair, but I can fix it." He informed her a second later. And, of course, Soloman (NOT dad, for all that is sacred!) wouldn't mind paying for Harper's prettification. It was more important than food, health insurance or housing, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:54 pm
Manny broke out in giggles as the kid continued his rant. He had a lot of energy, that was nice to see. "They can like color it and cut it and make it do whatever you want," she told him with an air of mysticism, "And they can even make my tail match." Since he seemed to like it she flipped the thing up into the air, making it do a little dance. It was getting long, enough to drag on the floor if she wanted to. He had wings, did that mean he was some kind of bird like Riley? Well, he didn't really look like her, but anything was possible. "How can you fix it?" she asked him, genuinely curious.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:05 pm
"What color is my hair?" Harper asked, a bit frustrated for his lack of being able to properly see it. He settled with grabbing one of the longer strands and pulling it in front of his face, but he soon discovered that just... hurt. "They dye your tail the color of your hair?" Harper asked, turning his head to the side. Well, that must be some sort of magic!
Now to get on with business, however! "I can make it stick straight up." Harper informed her, making small beckon motions with his hands to try and get her to lean down more. "First you spit on your hands then ..." He spit on his hands and reached toward her.
...Please stop him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:11 pm
Oh crud. Manuela blocked the kid's hands with a soft touch, "That's cool, but I think I'm going to go for something a little more down. I think I'd look silly with my hair standing up." Distraction time. "Your hair is a very pretty white color, with some yellow at the ends," she told him matter-of-factly, "And they can dye your hair any color of the rainbow, you just have to ask."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:17 pm
"What color do you think would look good?" Harper asked, frowning when his hands were blocked. "Oooo-kay. Maybe you come over later and you can take mommies hair-goo, then! Works better than spit! And she has pretty shinies and 'stalkings' that I almost 'suffocayteed' in." He offered/informed her. Yes, mommy's room was full of wonders... shiny things, loud music, brooding rockstar dive attire. It was heaven.
A second passed and Harper was getting impatient. "Aren't they done yet? Can it be our turn? Where's your mommy, or do you have an Uncle instead?" Questions were normal for kids his age, it was a time of learning. Maybe Harper over did it a little.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:24 pm
"I think it looks fine the way it is," she told him, both because it did and because she didn't want to get in trouble with his parents. "Your parents sound cool," she added, then pointed across the room to where her mother was having her hair braided, "That's my mama, her name's Estelle." Just as she was saying that two chairs freed up near the sinks, fortunately right next to each other. The woman at the desk gestured to them and she reached to take Harper's hand, "And it's our turn now."
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