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Post by Jest on Jul 10, 2006 17:41:42 GMT -5
So, what about this weather eh? Pretty uh...hot. You know with the sun and all that. *tilts his head slightly as Ave seems to be cutting a bit on the left now.
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Post by Avelon on Jul 10, 2006 20:19:24 GMT -5
Yes. The opening of my shop was timed so that many would come in to get their hair trimmed. Avelon apparently finishes with the trimming. His free hand presses against Jest's forehead and pulls his head back - at the same time, the dagger is pressed to Jest's throat. Did you also want a shave? I have Gilette and Colgate of all varieties. You look like a sensitive skin man... The dagger presses very lightly against Jest's skin.
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Post by Jest on Jul 10, 2006 20:56:24 GMT -5
*jests eyes widen a bit* ...actualy, I think I'll go without the shave today. I'm going for the scruffy look this season. Does an Assassination come with this package?
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Post by Sleep is the Enemy on Jul 10, 2006 21:20:20 GMT -5
*walks in* "Hrm.....snappy shop you got here, haircuts and assassination....quite the niche market" *sits in the waiting area and reads an old magazine*
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Post by Avelon on Jul 10, 2006 22:13:37 GMT -5
No? Hmm, yes, ever since Lord of the Rings came out all the young men are wearing a 5 o'clock shadow. The dagger disappears into the pocket from whence it came. And indeed, at half price since you're my first customer! Avelon procures an ominous looking black vial and holds it up to the light. (Hmm, nightshade or shampoo? I should really colour-code... No matter) He cracks the bottle open and shakes a few drops into Jest's hair, and then follows it with a spray bottle of what can only be assumed to be water. Practiced fingers deftly create a luxurious lather which smells faintly of roses and the pleasant, sweet smell of the early stages of a decaying corpse.
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Post by woebetide mourn on Jul 10, 2006 22:53:43 GMT -5
*Walks in though the doorway and stops, studying Avelon's shampooing, after a moment or so i spot Sleep is the Enemy and walk toward him. I sit two spaces away from him in the waiting area. I clasp my hands together and watch Avelon and Jest, and enjoy my two favourite smells, Flowers and Death.*
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Post by Avelon on Jul 11, 2006 1:19:06 GMT -5
Welcome, sit wherever you like. Now then, Jest, you expressed some interest in an assassination? Did you have a target in mind? While speaking, Avelon swivels Jest's seat around to face the waiting area and pulls it into a reclining position, then pulls it over to the miniature sink. Odd, it has slots on either side of where the neck rests, as though something is supposed to go in. Or come out.
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Post by Zeke on Jul 11, 2006 1:53:24 GMT -5
*Zeke walks in slowly, guarding his money from any possible thievs and sitting in the waiting queue.
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Post by Jest on Jul 13, 2006 2:43:31 GMT -5
I was thinking Chaos, for not showing up on JL for a long time. Is that do-able?
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Post by Avelon on Jul 13, 2006 3:08:49 GMT -5
Avelon grabs a spray nozzle attached to the back of the sink and points it at Jest's head. Just as he's about to pull it, his eyes widen slightly and a slight blush spreads over his cheeks. "Mmph, flamethrower...here we go." He grabs the other nozzle in back of the sink and proceeds to spray water through Jest's hair, lifting and scrubbing with his off hand. "Chaos, a 4-star forum user from La Ronge, Canada. Age: 19 upon July 25th. Height: Six feet. Risk factor: Zero. £200 is the price to put him to rest, but since you are taking the special, that's only £100 for you. I offer several methods of removal, including but not limited to: Combustion, Decapitation, Disembowelment, Dry Cleaning, Einstein's Theory of Relativity, Flaying, Gardening, Garroting, Gooing, Grating, Hand Washing, Hydrochlorization, Hypnotic Suicide-" Avelon takes a deep breath and grabs another bottle, clearly labeled "Avelon's Secret Conditioner: Do Not Steal". "-Indoctrination, Irrigation (intraveinal), Jaundice, Klond**e Bar, Leprechauns, Leprosy-" Avelon takes another deep breath. The conditioner is by now in Jest's hair and he uses both hands to thoroughly work the solution all through it. "-Naruto, Orthopedia, Perforation, Quartering, Quartzing, Ranting, Raving, Rocking, Rolling, Sanding, Sodo...nevermind, Testicular Retraction, Tusking, Uvulation, Vexing, Wang-Fu, Waning, Waxing, and of course Xylophonic Head Banging. Do you have a preference?" Avelon is already rinsing the conditioner carefully out of Jest's hair.
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Post by Jest on Jul 13, 2006 3:13:22 GMT -5
Hmmm, lets have fate decide! If it's head I choose Naruto, if it's Tails I choose Clondice Bar. *throws a coin in the air. suddenly everything is in slow motion, every spin taking minutes. The coin hits teh ground with a ping! Everyone gasps as jest declares* Heads it is then!
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Post by Avelon on Jul 13, 2006 3:19:31 GMT -5
Splendid! You will be notified discreetly when the condemned has been put to rest. Avelon steps on a pedal at the base of Jest's chair, and it rockets into an upright sitting position. Straps fly out across his chest before the chair comes to a stop, preventing him from flying forward. A loud *CRACK* can be heard as Jest's head continues on longer than the length of his neck would normally allow, resulting in it violently popping. Droplets of water fly out of Jest's hair, leaving it damp but no longer wet, fluffy around the sides of his head. Now then! For a shampoo and conditioning, with a hair styling, that is £35, as I am in a good mood today. You are not obligated to pay for an assassination in advance, of course. Pleasure before business, I always say. Don't worry, your vertebrae will realign within a week.
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Post by Jest on Jul 13, 2006 3:23:31 GMT -5
Thank you. *Jest tries to get up but is strapped to the chair* Uhm...some help here?
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Post by Avelon on Jul 13, 2006 3:27:55 GMT -5
But of course. Avelon starts to draw one of the katana at his hip, looks startled, and then steps on another pedal at the bottom of Jest's chair. The straps retract, back into the chair. Next vic...ustomer!
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Post by Avelon on Jul 30, 2006 12:05:32 GMT -5
Hmm. Avelon produces a dart and tosses it at a dartboard hanging above the front counter. The dark strikes the green around the bullseye, and chair number 2 (in which Sleep is the Enemy is currently seated) violently ejects its occupant through a hole in the roof, which closes after the man clears it. Loiterers...bah. Next!
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