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 Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:12 pm
The hairstylist stared at Maggie, like she was a complete lunatic. The red-headed woman had just lead in her young charge...who quite obviously didn't need a haircut. And the reason she didn't need a haircut is because the strange stuff around the little girls head was not possible to cut. Purple and yellow flares (somehow tied into little braided pigtails) floated and shone around her swirling green and blue face.
"Um..." the hairstylist said, pointing a bit. "I don't think we can work with her..."
Maggie looked down at Caissa, blinked, then looked back up at the other woman. "Of course not," she said airily. She pointed at her head, her long red hair ending in some horrible split ends. "I'm here for me."
Another questioning look, then: "You know this is a children's salon, right?"
"Oh, yes!" Maggie said, bobbing her head. "I thought she'd like being here better, than in a regular one!"
Caissa couldn't help but give a silent giggle. Her "mother" really WAS crazy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:30 pm
Garrett had been given the task of bringing Elly to the hairdresser. Usually he wouldn't mind the medial tasks their busy mother leaves to him, but he'd been tossed a bigger bone than he'd anticipated with this one. More and more, his younger sister was getting anxious about the haircut idea.
"What if they take too much off?" was a question he'd fielded thrice since leaving the house.
Elly clutches her platypus tightly as the two finally approach the door of the hairdressers. The poor animal lets out a soft cry, to which the child apologizes and turns the grasp into a hug. The animal nuzzles into her shoulder, sensing her worry.
One of Garrett's wings extends to cushion Elly's back, in a way that is not only meant to be a comforting gesture, but also to ensure that she can't easily get away. She swallows harshly, and steps inside.
A tiny bell alerts to their entrance. Garrett, out of courtesy, now closes his wings to make himself less intimidating. His talons, burst out of his shoes once again, click on the tile, as if the odd ensemble needed any more noise for their entrance. Elly drags her feet to the front counter, pale as if she's been handed a death sentence. Her tail is tucked between her legs in a most pathetic sort of way.
An employee almost asks that the animal is left outside, but one look at Garrett and the woman changes her mind about this. It's so hard to distinguish what's discriminatory in Gaia these days, with hybrids and all. She instead asks them to take a seat. Elly complies, keeping her head down. Her soft, blonde hair falls against her face in sheets, blocking her view of Caissa for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 3:15 pm
Caissa had already grown bored with looking at some of the sillier hair cutting stations (chairs with merry-go-round poles and some shaped like animals, Maggie had chosen one of the larger horses, which was probably meant for someone closer to the 10-12 range, but she fit on it rather well, sitting side saddle), and had wandered back front, where she had taken a seat in an adult sized (and shaped) chair and was happily kicking her legs back and forth, watching the green flares on the ceiling.
When the odd (although, who was she to judge? HER mom normally ran around in a princess dress, today being an odd exception. Caissa assumed she didn't want hair clippings to get on it) group came in. The girl's pale hair peeked her interest, because for reasons Maggie hadn't figured out yet, the little Light-baby loved hair. Her hands became solid momentarily and she used them to push off from the chair.
As she moved, the light coming in from the window seemed to disappear into her skin, and the greens of her skin swirled around faster than usual. She had floated most of the distance to Elly, and touched down lightly, just in front of her.
If she had ever been taught about it being rude, she ignored it now, and reached up and pushed one side of Elly's blond hair.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:57 pm
It was something so unexpected that, catching the girl by surprise, Elly lurches upright and tenses visibly. She quickly loosens up when she realizes that it's only another girl who touched her and not a scary hairdresser with massive, eager scissors.
"Hi!" she chimes, breaking into a smile. "I'm Elly. Who are you?" She leans forward on her elbows and tilts her head. "Are you here for a haircut too?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:05 pm
Caissa shook her head. No, she wasn't here for a hair cut. She passed her hand through her pigtail, so that it separated off briefly, then reattached itself. She had weird hair, and they hadn't been able to figure out how to get it to style differently yet.
She opened her mouth, and looked as though she was trying to say her name, but no sound came out. Irritated, she clamped her mouth shut again and looked over at Maggie, who was busy getting her red hair trimmed. Normally she would give her name for her, but today she was preoccupied.
The little green and blue girl shrugged and pointed at her throat, shaking her head.
She then tugged again at Elly's hair. Was SHE getting her hair cut? But it was so pretty!
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