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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 5, 2009 11:27:31 GMT -5
Scaramouche couldn't help but blush and glance down at her feet, which where still in their clunky combat boots.
"Do you really think so?" ske asked in a low voice before glancing back up and tugging slightly on her skirt.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 5, 2009 15:56:02 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded, "I do..." and she looked at the skirt, "and I think Gaz will too..." She let slip out before even thinking. She went pink slightly and turned her face from Scaramouche, expecting the mouthing off of a life time.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 5, 2009 16:22:13 GMT -5
" Gaz?!" Scaramouche asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at Mustapha. " Why would I care if Gaz likes my outfit or not..." she muttered, her voice trailing away as she felt her face flush even more.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 5, 2009 21:29:26 GMT -5
Mustapha's jaw dropped a little when she saw the pink rise in Scaramouches thin cheeks. She couldn't help smile. "Oh I don't know...maybe because he's your...friend?" Mustapha said a little cheekier than she intended
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 6, 2009 11:18:52 GMT -5
Meat paused from trying to unscrew the cap off of the bottle of dye and raised an eyebrow up at Scaramouche.
" So wait, le' me get this straight... yer an' Mister Stutter ou' there aren't together?" she questioned " Cause it seemed like yer both argued like a couple!"
She let out a small whoop of jubulation once she finally managed to unscrew the lid and tapped Mustapha on her shoulder.
" Okay hen, why don't yer go sit over there then we can get started!" she said, noddding towards an upturned box.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 6, 2009 11:27:56 GMT -5
Alice, too young to understand the real meaning behind Mustapha's words piped up. "Yes, Galileo will like it cause he's your friend!" She said, beaming before rummaging in a pile of shoes and setting aside some mismatching Converse, blue Doc Martins, purple New Rocks and a pair of red cowboy boots. She had decided that Scaramouche would really need some new shoes to go with her outfit.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 6, 2009 15:39:44 GMT -5
Mustapha looked up at Meat, "No they aren't a couple, I thoink they would kill each other before it got serious..." Mustapha said simply and truthfully, blinking.
A small pop came from the bottle as it opened and Mustapha saw a small pink poof of dried up dye escape the tiny bottle. She giggled quietly.
" Okay hen, why don't yer go sit over there then we can get started!"
Mustapha's eyes widened, she looked form the bottle to her hair, flicking it with her fingers. She then looked up with a determined face at Meat. "Lets do it..." She said a little weaker than she would have like and she broke into a grin half way through messing up her words but she was ready.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 6, 2009 19:25:16 GMT -5
Scaramouche stared around at the others.
" No... it wouldn't work out between Gaz and I, he's just too annoying!" she said simply before walking over to Alice, who was digging up a bunch of different shoes.
" So," she began " Do you think those cowboy boots come in a size 5?" she asked, trying to stay off of the subject of Galileo completely.
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 7, 2009 14:03:52 GMT -5
Meat grinned.
"Alrigh' " she said, running a hand through Mustapha's long blong locks. She bit her lip, thinking about a new style she could give the young girl after the dye job. " Ah have an idea fer ye hair... Do yer mind if Ah cut some of it?" she asked, staring questionly down at her.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 7, 2009 15:57:56 GMT -5
Alice nodded at Scaramouche "Yeah, well, these are a six but the sizing is funny so they should fit you fine." she said, now hunting through some bracelets and chokers, while glancing up occasionally to watch Meat with the pink hair dye.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 7, 2009 16:59:07 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded, "May as well, just having pink hair won't make as big a difference..." She passed Meat a pair of scissors that were in front of her and pulled her knees to her chest, waiting for the slight crunch sound that would come with the chop of the scissors.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 9, 2009 10:38:48 GMT -5
" Okay..." Scaramouche said, bending down to unlace her black boots. She kicked them off then slipped her feet in the tattered red cowboy ones. They fit a little loosely, but in a good way.
" So, what do you think?" she asked Alice, holding out a foot.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 9, 2009 15:50:19 GMT -5
Alice grinned "I think they look great!" she said enthusiastically. "We've got some bracelets an things if you want. And some necklaces and collars...gloves...arm warmers..." she reeled off a list, trying to remember all the accessories that had been found over the years and gathered in the wardrobe room of the Heartbreak.
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 10, 2009 11:30:10 GMT -5
"Okay." Meat said. " Don' worry love, Ah've cut lot's of people's hair before, so Ah won' mess it up!"
She grabbed a handfull of Mustapha long blond hair and quickly hacked it off with the scissors so that it now hung at about her shoulder blades. She then stepped in front of the younger girl, facing her and snipped away at random bits of her thick fringe, making it more uneaven. She then picked up the bottle of dye.
" Ah'm putting on the dye now hen." she informed her.
After a little bit, Mustapha's dull, gaga blond hair was now a shocking shade of magenta pink. Once her hair was dry, Meat then quickly grabbed some hair ties out of a shoebox and tied her hair into two messy pigtails. After that, she dug around in the shoebox again and pulled up some dyed feathers and carefully laced them through the hair ties.
" There!" she said, standing back to admire her handywork " What do yer think?" she asked, handing Mustapha a small mirror that was lying on the floor.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 11, 2009 0:46:22 GMT -5
Her jaw dropped instantly. She slowly rose her hand to the fringe and pony tails, checking to see if it was real or a hallucination.
A small "woah" escaped her pale lips. "meat..." she said before putting down the mirror and practically leaping into the blonde girl's arms. "I LOVE IT!" She squealed, jumping up and down and hugging the probably shocked Scot.
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