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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 9:49 pm
Tony became startling aware one day that he had been fairly lazy about keeping his hair and his beard in order during his time in space. Of course, there had been no exposure to mirrors up there, for clear reasons to those who had been there, and he had thus stopped worrying about how he looked in one near the end of it all. Once he returned, he had so many things to do at work and on patrol, he hadn't spared a thought.
Then Nathan told him he looked like a homeless person, and he paused long enough to see.
Nathan had been right.
Tony's hair was much longer than even he could get away with, though the tousled look suited him in some ways. His strong features were hidden by the mop of unruly brown and slight gray, and the distinguished look he imagined his graying hair gave him was lost. Now he just looked... old.
He didn't like that, he was not even forty yet. The last thing he needed was more people calling him gramps, as most senshi and negas he ran into were wont to do. Most everyone he ran into, really. Was this city comprised entirely of teenagers? He sometimes felt so. The powered up community, certainly, had more than its fair share.
Combing and slicking his hair back as best he could, he did what he could to trim his beard, which had also grown in thicker than he liked, but he feared giving himself a strange cut. He would just have to go and get a profession cut and trim. He had seen some posters around town advertising, one even on the billboard at work where he most often saw it and why he remembered it now. He would find one, then go and see if she wasn't too busy to help him out of this mess.
And that was what he did, pulling up and finding a place to park before walking toward the address, cane in hand.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 10:39 pm
Marie loved working out of her garage. Loved it, loved it, loved it. She could cut hair and sew costumes in the same place, and cook not twenty feet away! And cooking had the added bonus of making her garage-studio smell good. Today it smelled like something warm and salty because Marie had taken to baking pumpkin seeds. She was pulling out a batch when she heard a car door close nearby. Poking her head into her garage, she grinned when she saw a man entering her domain.
“ Why hel-lo dere!” She called, putting down her tray of freshly made snacks.
“ Today surely is a good day, a handsome man like you walkin’ into my place!” Marie grinned and laughed as she beckoned him in. “ What can I do for ya’ honey?”
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:59 pm
Tony tried not to look afraid as he walked up to the... house? It was a garage, clearly, and he wondered if he had found the right place, or maybe read the poster wrong.
Was hair cut code for something else? Like house party? Garage sale? He was pretty sure it had mentioned scissors...
The smell drew him closer, though, despite his fear of crashing someone's party. He had the poster in his hand, but he didn't think to solve his confusion problem by looking at it. His mind was whirling, and his stomach rumbling.
When she called to him he nearly jumped out of his work jacket.
"I... ah... I was wondering about a hair cut?" He held up the now crumpled and sorrowful paper and pointed at it, though it was backwards and balled so the images on it couldn't be seen. Still, she could probably assume what it was and figure out what he meant. Or he really was in the wrong place. "I... is this the right... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 1:29 pm
" Ooo yes, you in da right spot! Just gimme a sec, I'll tidy up."
Parts of various costumes were scattered everywhere, including on top of her salon chair. Those wayward clothes were quickly swept up and tossed on a sofa Marie had dragged into her garage.
" Sit, sit! Make yourself comfy. You want somethin' to eat? I'm sure I heard a stomach rumblin' and I don't think it was mine!"
Marie vanished briefly into the house before returning with a couple of bowls. Popping one of the seeds into her mouth, she hummed in satisfaction as she shook the rest into the bowls.
" You eat toasted pumpkin seeds? Got some here, fresh out da oven. And I gotta agree, you do needs a haircut. You done passed ragged heartthrob and gone on to desert island castaway! But I can fix dat. What were ya lookin' to get done?"
Somehow, in a technique known only to a select groups of people, Marie managed to make it seem like she had said all that in one breath.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 12:45 pm
Tony blushed furiously.
"I'm sorry. My stomach can be quite rude sometimes. It didn't mean to impose..." he moved into the garage as directed now, though, compelled to do so at her beckoning. He felt that if he didn't, she might get angry at him, as a teacher would a student being called in to class from recess.
He didn't want to get in trouble.
It wasn't like he could protest before she was gone to get the food, his face red but his expression appreciative. He looked at the pumpkin seeds, never having had any before, and wasn't sure if he would like them or not. He tried one hesitantly, to be polite, and smiled.
"That's very good. Ah. Well," he felt winded just listening to her. He could only get a few words out before needing an obvious breath. "I'd just like to get everything... trimmed and cleaned up. I feel like an island castaway, to be honest. I'm not the most... ah..." He tried to put it accurately. "Well. I don't know what looks good, or what is popular, or any of that. I just... would like a hair cut." He laughed.
He could be useless sometimes.
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