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Post by NovaLuna on May 2, 2005 20:15:22 GMT -5
Solarvoid glanced around nervously. Almost to the library.... She thought, forgetting Deja Vu could hear every word.
I'll hide here for a few minutes, to make sure it's safe. Solar then ducked into the salon.
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Post by WingSong on May 2, 2005 20:22:33 GMT -5
((Duckin' in from Ninja Skills.))
Amber trotted over to the new customer and smiled warmly. "What can I do ya for, darlin'? A hair stlye? A trim? Manicure?"
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Post by NovaLuna on May 2, 2005 20:25:39 GMT -5
Solar gripped her matted, stringy mane with one hoof. With all going on, she hadn't had any time for hair.
How could it hurt? She reasoned.
"Yes. A new hair style would be nice." She said faintly.
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Post by WingSong on May 2, 2005 21:59:06 GMT -5
Amber got to work without another word, armed with a spritz bottle and thick comb. Sure, she didn't particularly like working with the prima donnas, but the mare inwardly sighed and wished that she could get just one customer that actually attempted to take care of their hair.
She was too tired from her unexpected work-out and all the hard jobs that had been coming through to bother asking the pony what style she wanted - the answer would no-doubt be a blank stare anyway.
Wrapping the mane around a hoof, she twisted three different sections into tight, bouncy curls and then swept them all up into a ponytail together. The end effect was Solar's hair looking shiny, clean, and...uncharacteristically perky.
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Deja had plopped himself down again and now sat scowling. Why does it always have to be mares? Now I get to get dragged along to salons and beauty pageants - oh joy![/u]
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Post by NovaLuna on May 2, 2005 22:13:49 GMT -5
Solar gazed into the mirror, looking sadly at the hair that obviously didn't suit her mood. "Thanks." She grumbled. Hearing Deja's comment, she brightened with an idea.
Deja...... maybe I could put you into someone else's mind. Not a mare's. Maybe someone powerful? Wouldn't you like that? She thought pleadingly.
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Post by WingSong on May 2, 2005 22:49:48 GMT -5
You just don't want to find Misty. Aw, what's wrong? Are you scared of her now? Deja snorted and under his breath muttered, "Baby."
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Post by NovaLuna on May 2, 2005 23:00:10 GMT -5
I am not scared of her! And you still haven't answered my question. You seem awfully attached to Misty......
Solar thought of teasing Deja- Misty seemed his one weak spot, the one way she could get back at him. But after further thought, she decided she didn't dare. Deja could do things in her mind that could.....
Solar felt chills as she imagined just what Deja could do. Once more, her pradicament seemed hopless, and a new wave of fear struck her.
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Post by WingSong on May 2, 2005 23:07:34 GMT -5
Amber frowned at her reaction - not even a thank you. Not even a smile. She was beginning to wish she could even get some spoiled-rotten customers. "Don't ya like it?"
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How do I know you won't just stick me with the next pony you meet? Keep in mind that I'm in your mind - if I wanted to stroll on up to your common sense, your sanity...[/u] Deja was hoping to at least freak Solar out - it's how he's gotten his kicks during his many years in Misty's head.
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Post by NovaLuna on May 2, 2005 23:12:29 GMT -5
No! No! Please...... please don't....
Solar panicked, her horribly terrifying fantasies only reinforced by Deja's threat. Mercifully jerked out of her nightmares by Amber, she looked up and mumbled,
"Yeah...... it's really great. Thanks. A lot. But if you don't mind me saying so....." Solar looked up at the mirror again.
"It's not really me...."
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Post by WingSong on May 2, 2005 23:21:36 GMT -5
Amber sighed and, without a second thought, whisked the scrunchie away in one swift movement. If a hairdo isn't adored by the one wearing it, that's it - it's gone. Now all that was different with Solar's mane was the swirls left from the twisty curls, and the glossy sheen from the spritzing and hair spray.
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Then stop bugging me. And stop trying to pretend I'm obsessed with Misty. I don't care about her any more than you care about that charming little office of yours.
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Post by NovaLuna on May 2, 2005 23:28:05 GMT -5
Solar nodded destractedly at the new style. "Better."
I'm not bugging you..... I'm just trying to get you back in Misty's head, where you belong. Then I can get back in my office, where I belong.
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Post by WingSong on May 3, 2005 12:39:01 GMT -5
((Hey Spooky - if Glitterlilly wants to trot on over and ask to try a new hair style on Solar, I think Amber would be too tired to refuse.  )) |
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Post by WingSong on May 24, 2005 20:49:00 GMT -5
Deja snorted and rolled his eyes, and couldn't help adding another comment. Then why are you here getting a makeover? It's about as likely that Misty finds a police officer as it is that you find a flattering hair style.[/u]
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Post by WingSong on May 29, 2005 0:19:25 GMT -5
Amber saw a few more ponies enter and, forgetting momentarily about Solar, trotted off to greet them.
((Cont. other Salon thread.))
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Post by NovaLuna on May 29, 2005 0:29:23 GMT -5
Solar sighed and slowly got out of the chair. She pushed the door open and walked out, letting it slam shut.
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