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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 1:02 pm
In this big new city, Marie Glapion was determined to meet people. Why, a city this size, there bound to be tons of fascinating people out there! She just had to meet them all. It was for this reason the Marie had been walking around the city, posting flyers that advertised her new business and cheap introductory prices.
When she was finally satisfied with the number of flyers she had posted, Marie returned to her new house. It wasn’t very big – 2 bedrooms, 1 bath – but it had one important selling point: a garage that the previous owner had closed in and used as a studio. That garage-studio was an important feature to Marie, who quickly installed a mirror, chair, sink, and dryer for hair on one side. On the other side was her sewing machine, mannequins, modeling pedestal, and fabric closet for her sewing, along with a privacy screen in one corner for potential clients to change behind. Several plants also called the studio home, including some bamboo and bonsai trees.
Sighing happily as she entered the French doors that would let her future customers into her little studio, Marie quickly bustled into her kitchen and grabbed a plate of cookies she had made earlier, setting it out for people to eat. Then she got her broom and began to sweep, now and then glancing over her shoulder as if she expected a mob of people to suddenly appear.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 1:43 pm
Perhaps not a mob, but there was indeed one person that decided to check it out, having seen one of the flyers on her way back from a second-hand clothing sale.
Darryl was due for an haircut, pretty damn badly. However, the one person who usually did her hair cheap had hiked her prizes to hell and she couldn't afford it anymore.
This... even if this was temporary, at least she'd have one haircut covered. So there was Marie's first customers, carrying a messenger bag that looked like it might have seen a world war and wearing black jeans that had too many holes for her to get away with to be considered 'fashionable'.
"Hello... ?" She peeked in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:10 pm
Hearing someone’s voice behind her, Marie perked up immediately as she set her broom down.
“ Hi there! I’m Marie and-” Marie had been rubbing her hands together to get rid of any dirt, so she hadn’t looked up yet. When she did, however, a comical look of dismay crossed, “ Oh dear, would ya’ look at you!”
Marie hurried over and, without so much as a by your leave, began plucking at Darryl’s clothes.
“ Dis… Dis is terrible! What’s a pretty young thing like you doin’ wearin’ rags? I wouldn’t dress a cat in those!” Marie tsked and then leaned even closer, getting close-up on Darryl’s hair. “ And dis hair… ooh, mercy, it does need a cuttin’!”
By the time Marie finally exited what Darryl probably considered her personal space, she was shaking her head and clucking.
“ No, no, no. Honey, dat just won’t do. I can’t leave you lookin’ like dat! How’s about dis? I’ll cut your hair nice and cheap, like my flyers say. If you’ll let me make ya’ some clothes and promise to wear dem, den I’ll keep cuttin’ your hair cheap every time ya’ come over. Deal?”
Marie watched Darryl with a patient expectation, fully expecting the girl to agree on the spot, not giving a lick of thought as to how her invasion of personal space might have been taken, nor how the sudden onslaught of, well, Marie could be a tad overwhelming.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:53 pm
...Whut ?
Darryl outright flinched when her personal space was pretty much completely trampled over by the dark, dread-wearing woman. She'd expected something like the last hair stylist she'd had - prissy and bitchy.
Through this one was calling her clothes rags. Which... well, wasn't that far from the truth. But clothes were expensive, and she wasn't made of money. She frowned a bit at that statement, through that might only make Marie's momma instinct flare up all the more.
On one hand - cheap stuff ! On another, Darryl hated being pitied. And she certainly felt pitied right now."...Maybe."
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 9:50 am
Disapppointment was obvious on Marie's face.
" Well, you think on it. I like makin' da clothes dose younger crowds wear, but I can't very well wear dem myself now can I? Imagine me wearin' a tube top or some o' dem little shorts; oh lawd!"
Happier now, Marie chuckled at the idea of wearing some of those clothes. A woman of her size just didn't need to be wearing certain thing, no matter how much she liked looking at them and making them.
" 'sides, I gotta find me some more people willin' to wear my clothes and advertise my skills. All my ususal wallkin' billboards are back in New Awlins."
Marie wasn't a complete fool. She dealt with her share of reluctant people in her lifetime, so she knew well enough that when approach didn't work, try another. Besides, everything she had said was true.
" So what you lookin' to do with yer hair? Just trim it to somethin' normal, or are ya' lookin' for a particular style?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 6:57 pm
...Well, if one put it that way...
Through, the idea of her with a tubetop was abhorrent - the idea of herself in a tubetop, that is. More than the idea of Marie in a tubetop, oddly enough. She was caught wearing shorts, every now and then.
Hn.
Marie's question broke her out of her reverie - through perhaps the pondering expression that had crossed the teen's face would perhaps mean hope for big mama.
Through Darryl had no idea what a 'new awlins' was.
"Yeah, just a trim will work fine. I just can't do much with it at this length..." It was like an odd in-between of too long to spike correctly, but too short to pull back in a ponytail.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 9:55 pm
“ A trim it is, and if ya’ ever want something more adventurous, you let me know, m’kay? Ooh, you’d be a fun to work with!”
Marie grabbed her pair of scissors and spray bottle, then waved at her salon chair,
“ Well come ‘n sit yerself down over here and I’ll get started. And before I forget, what’s your name honey? I'm Marie, Marie Glapion, but don't you be callin' me Ms. Glapion; makes me think of my grandmama, bless her heart.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 8:00 pm
"Maybe later..." It was tempting, really, but she pretty much only had enough spare money to pay for the trim. Playing with colors would have been so fun, through...
Sigh.
She did settle on the chair. "Darryl. Darryl Spencer."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 1:42 pm
" A pleasure to meet ya' Miss Darryl!"
A comb and squirtbottle were grabbed and Marie quickly set to work.
" So, I'm new 'round here, tryin' to learn the lay of the land so to speak. Anything ya' think I should know? Any big news, anything fun to do?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:43 pm
There was a moment of silence where Darryl seemed to ponder weither Marie knew just how loaded that question was.
And really... Who moved into a city known for terrorist attacks, anyway ?
"Well, beside the rampant monsters, the growing list of dissapairances, and terrorists ?" She paused. "Best damn pizza's in central DC. ********, she wanted pizza right now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 12:08 pm
Marie did not know how loaded that questions was; didn't have a clue. To her the news was full of a bunch of pessimists prone to exaggeration, always harping on and highlighting the bad. There was so much good in the world, way more then the bad, so Marie didn't bother wasting her time with the news.
" Disappearances and terrorists? Ya' mean like what da news been sayin'? Pshaw! Every city's got its problems, but it can't be as bad as all dat, else why ain't the government done somethin'?"
Snip snip.
" Mario's eh? I'll have to check 'em out. I do love cookin', but I just can't make a good pizza. Last time I tried, I ended up wit' pizza dough on my head!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 8:51 pm
...Not as bad as that, uh.
Yep, it was obvious that Marie was very new. "I think they're trying. But they do some pretty freaky s**t, so I heard anyway. Never been near any of it, personally." She couldn't elaborate too much, really, not without blowing her own cover somewhat.
So she was focusing on staying as very still as possible. Her old hairdresser was constantly bitching at her for fidgeting, for not keeping her head straight...
Yeah, Marie was obviously the superior choice here.
"Im pretty sure I could burn water." She said, amused. "Don't ask me how, but i'd probably find a way. That's how good I am at cooking."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:08 pm
" Freaky stuff, eh? I gots to admit, dem terrorists here sure are somethin' different; got freaky good threads, dey do." When Marie ran across the occasional picture of one of the supposed terrorists, she clipped it and saved it for sewing inspiration. “ I guess if ya’ gots to have terrorists, might as well be good-lookin’ ones.”
Marie, oblivious? Why yes, just a tad.
“ Can’t say I’ve ever burned water; dat’s a real skill right dere. You ever want some cookin’ skills though, you just gimme a shout and I’ll school ya’. Or if ya’ need some food, I’ll feed ya’. I like cookin’; it’s da secret to my great figure, ya’ see.”
Oh, Marie had a figure alright, it just wasn’t a skinny figure.
Speaking of skinny… “ Ya’ know, you should eat more anyway, get over dat case of scrawny-ness you got.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:04 pm
Freaky good threads, uh ? Well, that was one way to look at it. Darryl was just glad she wasn't a senshi. She was certain she wouldn't look good in a mini-skirt.
At all.
Nope.
And yeah, well, Marie had a figure alright - and she couldn't help but snicker a bit. It wasn't mean-spirited, just.... yeah, it just happened.
Through, really, being able to eat something that wasn't horrible cafeteria food every now and then was... tempting. Really tempting. Really, there was no possible way Marie's cooking could be worse.
Through. "Im not scrawny !" Came the automatic answer, through... Well. maybe.
Just a little.
...
Auuugh.
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