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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:28 pm
She'd texted America to meet her at the portal room, at 11am. She'd forgotten she'd said 11, and got there at 11, meaning to be an hour late. When she showed up, she fully expected America to be waiting there for her. She was extremely disappointed, and brought shame upon her mean girl ancestors when she found that the woman was not. So Maebe hunkered down in a corner, and immediately began to lament the poor state of her nails. She hadn't even tried to paint them, with the glasses on. As much as they let her see where she was going, detail was still not her forte.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 12:19 am
America swanned in a few minutes later, smiling wide and breezy, eyes bright with excitement. "Hey there Miss May Be," she chirruped, swinging her hips entirely to enjoy the way the hem of her sun dress slid across her thighs. "Where we goin? Oh, your hair is all," she made a sparkly gesture where the sunlight streaming through a window hit blonde curls. "No wonder I like it so much."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 12:30 am
While America might have been trying to state a compliment, the moment she'd said your hair is all Maebe froze. Her hand rose to cover that patch of fuzzy yellow peach, which in turn was covered by some of her hair combed over. She automatically assumed America had seen through the hair to the mess within, and her entire body went into embarrassment lock down. "I'm glad you like it, but this whole 80's side fade look is not my jam. I am so ready to get something done about this." She stood up from where she'd been sitting, and immediately took America's hands. With them, she pulled the woman into her arms, and hugged her fiercely. She wasn't going to say it - because America had already established that she was sick of people worrying about her - but Maebe needed to hug her. She needed to."Okay." She huffed out, releasing the redhead in all but one hand. "Let's go make other people do things to us for money."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:36 pm
Hugging the blonde back, America closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Maebe really did smell nice. Happily, she swung their hands a little as they practically skipped through the portal together. Eyes going wide at her first look at the rest of the world, she turned to Maebe quizzically, "Where are we?" She bounced a bit on her toes as she asked, ponytail bobbing enthusiastically.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:51 pm
Maebe gestured down the street. It wasn't a very exciting looking area, but she knew what she was doing. "Queens. We're just on the outskirts of New York City, see there?" She pointed to the distance, where a bridge loomed and led further in to the shadowy skyscraper landscape. "But this is like, the best place to get the works. Hair, mani/pedi, massages, waxing, they do it all." She led America hand in hand to the small building with glass windows, where several Korean women were working separately on others. "I always go here. And you can tell, I only get the best."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:20 pm
With childish delight, America looked all around them, trying to take everything in all at once as Maebe guided her. At the list, America had to pause and think for a moment before nodding in agreement, "I want it all! I want fancy frou frou nails with little bows and a cool hair cut that's all mine and a smooth-" she cut off, head whipping around as a stroller passed. The baby waved, testing its newly found hi on everyone they passed. America awkwardly hi'd back.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:39 pm
"Smooth everything." Maebe finished, completely ignoring the baby because ew. She strode up to the counter, and signed in both of their names. The attendant, whose English was spotty but good enough for the job, asked her what they wanted. "Hair shampoo - cut - style. Manicure, pedicure, and full body wax. Facial. And I'll take a massage - America, babydoll, did you want a massage too?" She bent in, and whispered breathlessly into the woman's ear. "They're not hot massagers. Just middle aged women. But it still feels good."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 11:13 pm
Perking up even more, America nodded eagerly and agreed, "I like feeling good." She was easily distracted and pleased by nearly every little thing, and when she had a chance to describe the hair she wanted, the girl eagerly slid her hands over the sides of her hair. "Shaved down, and long in the middle. I want it to be cool, really really cool like someone in a movie would have. The kind with explosions." She looked over at Maebe, all pleased and bright-eyed at the idea of it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 12:38 am
Maebe's jaw dropped as she stared in open shock at America's request. She'd already explained to the woman how she wanted as little shaved as possible in order to make the undercut even, without needing something drastic - and then she wanted extensions to fill out her hair enough to flip it over. But America. America was just tearing it up. There was a shock of terror running through Maebe, as she thought of all that beautiful red hair being shorn away. She pushed herself out of her chair, strode up behind America, and ran her hands greedily through the woman's hair. (The hairstylist looked expressively displeased.) "Are you sure you want to let all this go? You're killing me here. My heart mourns for the loss of something so gorgeous."
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