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 Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 9:09 pm
She had seen him at school a few times before, with the crazy mane and the multicolored scrunchies. It made her cringe every time. Finally, she just couldn't take anymore. She packed her saddlebags with extra accessories, waited until recess, and tracked him down.
"You need help," Gigi declared. Not the kind of thing that endeared her to a phony, but it was, in her opinion, a statement of fact. She was still learning a lot about fashion and coordination, but she knew that his ensemble was neither fashionable nor coordinated. And he was clearly capable of so much more, if he was interested enough to make an effort.
This could not stand.
Gigi reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a brush. "Please, let me make you over. It'll be fun, really! And you'll look great when I'm done! Even better than you do already!" Which, in her opinion, didn't say much, but it never hurt to work in a compliment.
Syrcaid ((Lemme know if anything needs changing!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 12:34 pm
"You need help," was the first thing he heard come out of her mouth. He skidded in his tracks and stumbled back with a hard thump on his rear end. "Wait, wh-who...?" Flits looked around, unbelieving that anyone would single him out in the crowd of millions. Well, it only seemed like millions, there were probably only 30 or so adults and children in the hallway at school. "You wanna do my hair?" he was having trouble grasping all of this, his mouth was left agape. (( I'm so sorry, Gaia never sent me the quote notification. ; o; ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:31 pm
"Of course, your hair! And accessories and everything too, if you want." And even if he didn't want, Gigi felt confident that she could sneak something in. Something better than a ton of scrunchies. Which wouldn't be hard; in her mind, almost anything would be better than a ton of scrunchies.
She stepped back quickly and held her hooves out in front of her, as if framing a photo. "You like looking nice, right?" That was a rhetorical question. As far as Gigi was concerned, 'no' was not a possible answer. "I get that you're trying! But all that stuff is just distracting. It's hiding the real you!"
Seriously, he had such potential, and he wanted to cover it like that? How could anyone be okay with that?
"So pleeeeeease, let me try to make you look better? Pretty please? With glitter on top?"
Syrcaid ((No worries! Sorry for the late-ish reply.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:41 pm
"Well, it'd be bad manners to deny something with glitter on top" Flits turned a front hoof in little circles bashfully, his cheeks going red. "If you really want to. I'm not sure what the real me is, maybe you know how to find me!" He gave Gigi an approving nod. "My name's Flits N Giggles, what's yours? Can you really make me pretty? Like a male bird of paradise?" Flits only had birds as a basis for comparison when it came to the fine art of courtship. The flashier and brighter you were, the more you appealed to your love interest. He had visions of himself strutting around like a veritable peacock and dazzling all who laid eyes on him. If he was lucky, he'd only end up looking like Elton John.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:02 pm
Glitter always sealed the deal. "My name is Genuine Glamour, but you can call me Gigi!" Nicknames were only as acceptable as long as they were elegant. And, try as she might, she couldn't come up with an elegant form of Flits N Giggles. It sounded silly, no matter what she tried to do with it in her mind.
"Hmmm... well, Monsieur Giggles-" still silly, but better, maybe- "I definitely want to make you really pretty!" Gigi wasn't sure what a bird of paradise was, but if he wanted to emphasize his wings, that could be arranged. Maybe a touch of glitter there? "Do you like flying? Or is there something else that you like best?"
If she was going to bring out his inner self, she needed to get to know him. There had to be more to this pegasus than a silly name and a bunch of crazy colors. Already she was making plans on how to tone down the hairstyle into something simpler and less eye-searing, to make room for whatever else he liked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:19 pm
Flits let out a laugh, "That makes me sound like a kitchen appliance. You can be Gigi and I can be Gig! Okay, you can do my hair. I'll wait for you in the school library after class, okay?" Flits was genuinely excited to see what his new friend would come up with.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:33 pm
A kitchen appliance?! Gigi wrinkled her nose. That definitely wasn't what she was going for. But neither was 'Gig.' She would let it stand for the moment, but only because, to her delight, he said yes to her request. "Yes! Yes, that's perfect! I'll see you there!"
The last classes were torturous. How was she supposed to focus on Phonyland geography when her mind was full of possible designs? She would need to learn a bit more about him before deciding on one, but it didn't hurt to have ideas. Except when the teacher called on her, and she couldn't name the areas that bordered the Grassy Plains. The scolding she got did hurt a little.
Then, finally, class was over. Gigi practically raced to the library, and set about emptying her saddle bag. "Brush," she said to herself as she arranged the contents. "Bands, flowers, pretty clips, glitter, powder." It was only the essentials, but they would have to do for the moment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:36 pm
Flits did his best to remove his scrunchies and knit hair accessories and store them away. He pushed all his books, pencils, and papers back into his bag and raced for the school library. He found as remote and quiet of a spot that he could near the tiny library water fountain shaped like a fish where people sometimes hid themselves away for quiet lunches. That'd give them some privacy should things go awry. That and he could spy his reflection from time to time.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:44 pm
Privacy was all well and good, but not when making magic happen. Gigi did not just love fashion and design. She liked making a spectacle of them. Everyphony would want to watch while she transformed the blindingly bright Gig (he really needed a better name) into an elegant and glamorous guy. It would be the show to end all shows! Or it would be, if the star ever came.
For a moment, Gigi worried that he'd changed his mind. She swept her clips and doodads back into her bag, and set out to look. Finally she found him in a corner by the fish fountain, and let out a tiny sigh of relief. It was odd that he'd chosen such a remote spot, but it was better than having him not come at all.
"I'm glad you're here!" she told him, a bit breathless from her search. "Before we get started, can you tell me a little about the kinds of stuff you like?" It wouldn't do to have a totally unfitting design. In some ways, that would be worse than the scrunchie mess.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 11:58 am
"I like living in a tree and bright colored birds," he began, tightening his lips in thought. "I like to knit my own things and my favorite color is bright aqua!" Flits couldn't think of anything else. He kind of had an idea in his head of how he'd like to look. His hair done up with feathers and glamorous trinkets and laden with small sparkling things like glitter and painted eye spots like a peacock's feathers. He really had no idea as to what Gigi had in mind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:12 am
The fact that he liked birds didn't take Gigi by surprise, considering his earlier request. Perhaps she should have looked up what exactly a bird of paradise looked like, instead of trying to set up when she got to the library. Ah well, too late for that now. She did have a few ideas about how to accentuate his wings. And his mane, if his favorite color was aqua. All of those scrunchies totally took away from that.
"Okay, I think I've got it! Just wait, you're gonna look spec-TAC-ular!"
The first thing to do was get all of the scrunchies out. There were a bunch of them, and some were a bit tangled in, so that took a while. "I'm going to brush now," she warned, poised to begin. "Let me know if I hurt you, okay? I'll try to be careful." She knew from experience how much it hurt when she raced to finish and accidentally yanked on a knot, so she did her best to be gentle. Once she was done, she pulled out a thin aqua ribbon with shiny silver sequins sewn to it and tied the mane back in a low ponytail, finishing with a bow. Another bow went on the base of his tail. It was an understated style, but the sequins reflected the color of his mane while being extra sparkly.
Next, the wings. Gigi thought for a moment, then pulled a small back of rainbow-colored feathers out of her saddlebag. They were actually meant for a school art project, but she figured she could spare a few. Aqua ones, of course, and some blues and purples, since those wouldn't clash too much. She tucked them between the feathers on his wings, then sprinkled a bit of silvery glitter on top. Perfect! Eye-popping, without being eye-searing.
"Okay, all done! Go on, take a look!" Even though she had taken her time while working, now that it was all done, Gigi couldn't wait to see Gig's reaction.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:32 am
He did his best not to flinch, whine, or complain with the tangles in his mane. Flits knew it wasn't often he got to wash his hair. The only times he was able to was during gym class and if he could scrape a few minutes together to hit the showers before rushing to his next class. Washing your hair without shampoo or conditioner made it a real rat's nest. Keeping it all up in scrunchies made it easier to deal with. Flits looked into the fountain to see his reflection. He almost didn't recognize himself! In fact he looked kind of... of... "Hah~!" he blurted, trying to hold it in. "Ha-ha~! PFFFffffff~!" Flits shoved both front hooves to his lips, but he couldn't push back the laugh that was heaving forward. His hooves were damp with spittle. "HAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA~! If you hit me, will candy come out!??"
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:15 pm
Gigi wasn't entirely sure what she had been expecting. Applause wasn't likely, since she had been deprived of an audience. Hugs were probably overreaching. A smile and a 'thank you' would have been sufficient, though compliments were always welcome.
Laughter, however, was not what she was going for.
She tried to tolerate it for a moment, but as he went on and on (and on!) she just couldn't take anymore. How could he compare himself to a pinata? He looked much less like one now than he had when she'd started!
"What's so funny?" Her voice was shrill with anger. "I'll have you know that compared to what you had before, this is fantastic! You could walk down a red carpet like this if you wanted! Or even better, talk to people and have them take you seriously, without getting distracted by... that." She gestured at the scrunchies, which she had left in a pile by the fountain, hoping that she could dispose of them after the transformation was complete.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:00 pm
"I think you went a little overboard," Flits stopped for air, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. "Glitter is getting into where no glitter should be! I'm all ITCHY!" Like a dog to a flea, Flits started to reach with one hoof to scratch at his wings. He couldn't quite reach so he resorted to his teeth, which rewarded him with a mouth full of glitter. "Thbbbt! Thhhhhbbpbbpbpt~!" he started making failed attempts at spitting out glitter, having it coated on the end of his tongue. He stuck his tongue out and tried waving it around.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 9:00 pm
Having her first makeover taken in this way was not at all what Gigi had hoped for. Where had she gone wrong? It was way better than what Gig had going on before, wasn't it? Wasn't it?
"I just... it's supposed to..." She began trying to explain, but couldn't find the right words. If her design didn't speak for itself, she had failed. But she still couldn't see what the problem was. The ribbons looked great, and the feathers were bright without being too much. And there was, of course, a bunch of glitter. That seemed to be the thing they had agreed on most, so she applied it liberally. With, perhaps, less-than-stellar results.
As he tried to spit out the stuff coating his tongue, a tiny chuckle escaped before Gigi realized what was happening. She quickly put one hoof over her mouth to stifle it. The last thing she wanted to do was laugh at her own design! Or her model, even if he was being rude.
... but he did look quite silly, waving his tongue around like that, and it was hard to ignore the way her shoulders were heaving in an attempt to suppress her giggles.
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