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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:00 pm
It was October and Marie was excited because October meant costumes. Costumes! Marie adored costumes. They offered the chance for a person to be something they normally weren't. She had already planned out her costume, the blouse and corset displayed on a mannequin across from her hair-cutting chair.
Marie sat in a cushy chair, yards of black fabric drapped over her lap as she worked on the skirt of her costume. Today was a slow day so far as hair appointments were concerned, so she figured she had time to kill while waiting for her next client.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:11 pm
Bella was having an ok morning so far, except for the fact that this particular morning she had woken up to find that her red hair dye was starting to fade and she was starting to get split ends in her hair. Growling in frustration she had gotten dressed in her casual clothes instead of her normal school duds and decided to head into the city to try and find herself a decent hair dresser. Truth be told she hated going to the hair dressers, or the doctors, or generally anyone who needed her input in things. All that usually happened was a bunch of confusion due to her strange way of saying the exact opposite of what she really meant. It was such a hassle, but then again she remembered the debacle that was her last time trying to dye her hair herself and sighed. That had not been pretty. Her normally black hair ended up bleached and dyed the wrong shade and also very brittle for weeks afterword. She had hated it and had sworn to herself that despite the hassle she would try to go to a professional this time. She also had to think about getting herself a costume, after all, it was nearing Halloween and she still had yet to get herself something to wear for it and that wouldn't do. 'How was one going to celebrate her favorite holiday without a decent costume? They weren't that how. So hopefully her search for a stylist wouldn't last too long. ' She thought to herself as she left the school grounds and started her walk to through the city.
Sighing again, she looked down the street as she walked, taking in all the signs above each and every shop as she did, looking for the nearest hair salon. It was then, as a small gust of wind blew her hair around her face, that she noticed a flyer on a local post board nearby. Walking over she peered at it as she read it's contents. The flyer boasted half price haircuts at the courtesy of one 'Big Mama' . "Well, seems I might just be having bad luck after all. " She said cheerfully as she pulled out her cheap cell phone. It was nothing fancy, just one of those add minutes, twenty dollar cells, but it did it's job well enough. She dialed the number on the bottom of the add and started heading towards the address she had seen at the bottom as she waits for anyone at this place to pick up so she can at least schedule an appointment. Once the appointment was scheduled she hurried to the address she had seen on the flyer. Once there she blinked a bit and swallowed. this was where her appointment was at? Well... She would just have to buck up. After all she had called in an appointment and she wasn't one to go back on something like that. Squaring her shoulders she went up to the door to the garage and stepped inside. Taking in the sight of the garage turned salon she noticed the costumes as well as the styling equipment some how crammed into the space. "Um. Goodbye? I'm not here for the appointment...I dont need a trim or my hair dye touched up.." She said into the salon waiting for the person to show themselves, and hoping that she made her lie see through enough.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:44 am
Marie had been happily plodding through her costume work when the door to her little garage studio opened, bells jangling to announce the arrival of a visitor. She look and smiled at her potential client, a unique looking girl, and kept on smiling right through the girl's strange statement.
" 'course you're not! Just come to keep me company, mm? How thoughtful of you! But why don't ya' humor me and hop up in that chair?"
It was a strange way of communicating to be sure, but Marie thought she almost understood it; almost. Couldn't say she got why the girl wanted to talk crossways and backwards, but to each their own. Maybe it was Backwards Day?
" I'm Marie, but you can call me Big Mama if you want. What can I call you sugar?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 9:49 am
Belladonna nodded as she bit her bottom lip lightly to keep from laughing at 'Big Mama's' way of saying she understood. The woman was definitely not what she expected and she found she rather liked her... at least so far. After all, she didn't know her yet. Walking over to the chair she hops up into it and settles herself down with a slight smile on her face. Maybe this wouldn't go down as bed as she thought it might. At least so far Marie seemed to get her.
"Um.. Well my name isn't Belladonna and I can't stand being called Bell or Bella. So you can't call me either of those." Belladonna said to the woman with a slight smile gracing her face as she wonders if the woman will get her message. "Also, I don't think I'd like to call you Big Mama. You seem to be a really mean person and you don't remind me of my mother when she not home from her work." Belladonna explains as she swings her combat boots ever so slightly as she sits there.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 2:31 pm
" Hm. Dat so?"
It took Marie a bit longer to chew her way through Belladonna's statements this time, but she did eventually process them.
" Well, hopefully you can put up wit' me callin' ya Bella; I'm 'friad 'Belladonna' just too much a mouthful for me. It's dat or I call ya Belly, and dat don't quite fit!"
Marie's hand had snuck up to Bella's hair, playing with the ends, testing and feeling their condition.
" Dese here tips seem a mite dry 'n damaged. Faded too." A gleam entered Marie's eyes as she asked, " I'm guessin' you want to leave 'em dat way? No trim, no color?"
Marie felt proud of herself, thinking she had caught on.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:38 pm
Bella giggled at her comment, she didn't think she was a Belly either.
She liked the feeling of someone playing with her hair it was very soothing to her.
But upon hearing the condition of her hair she groaned slightly. that just wouldn't do at all.
Looking over her shoulder at Big Mama she smiled slightly.
"Well Big Mama, It just that I've had my hair done recently so I'd Hate to have you touch it up or give it a trim."
She told her having a feeling that the woman was starting to understand how she talked to people.
"I just hate having skilled people mess with my hair and you seem to be the worst so far."
She said happily hoping that the woman would understand that she thought her more that good enough to work her hair over.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:28 pm
Yes, Marie was right, she was understanding how the girl spoke. It’d keep her on her toes, and that was good; didn’t need to be getting lazy or complacent!
“ Well den, I guess I’ll jist have to do my worst!”
Marie grabbed the apron-cover and tossed it over Bella, fixing it around her neck. Then she grabbed a spray bottle, comb, and scissors, and settled herself onto a nearby stool.
“ Well honey, tell me ‘bout yerself. Where ya go to school? What ya’ like to do? Anythin’ put a bee in your bonnet? Gimme gossip!”
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:07 pm
Bella grinned when it seemed that Big Mama knew exactly what she was talking about. It had been a while since someone actually took the time to try to understand her so it was definitely refreshing to her senses. She listened to the questions posed to her as Big Mama started work on her hair. "Well, as you dont already know, I hate being called Bella. As for your other questions, I have never attended St Magdalena’s Seminary in my life and that place is a definite blast, I love it there. I hate sketching tattoos and such. I abhor Gothic styles and Martial arts. I uh... Also... " she starts with but then trails off. She was not sure how to say the next thing. She gulped slightly and looked to where her purse was under the apron cover in her lap. She knew there was a little cat plush charm hanging off her purse and what it symbolized for her. Biting her lip she finally finishes her sentence quietly. "I really REALLY HATE stuffed animals. But I want you to tell everyone about that ok?"
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