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Post by woebetide mourn on Jul 30, 2006 18:14:00 GMT -5
*After staring dazedly at the ceiling for a moment I hurriedly pull my comb from my pocket to untangle my hair which had tangled during the restless moments of waiting for Sleep is the Enemy to rise. That of which occurred very quickly once it had been started. I begin to stand and press a button on my studded bracelet ejecting a small mirror with which to check my hair. Upon reaching Avelon i press it back into its resting space, and place the cheesiest smile upon my face that i may muster. And this is what my introduction to business teacher proposed? I would slap this smile off my own face if i could. Oi. cough.*
"Sir, I would like to apply for your open hairstylist position. I believe that my hair may speak for itself. "
*I point out my perfect combination of colour and cut in my hair. And then lean in toward Avelon.*
"Of course no match to yours, but come on.."
*I secretly indicate Zeke and Jester's hair and raise my eyebrows, with which are both combed and in line.*
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Post by Avelon on Jul 31, 2006 0:40:03 GMT -5
Avelon peers at woebetide mourn for several moments. Fair enough. You take on the next customer and if you both survive it, you're hired. That said, Avelon pulls off his gloves and tosses them onto one of the many sinks, then goes to sit behind the front counter.
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Post by woebetide mourn on Jul 31, 2006 13:22:17 GMT -5
*I look about the room, taking in every detail that i can. After a few minutes i walk to Zeke and smile brightly. I say cheerfully,*
"I won't kill you."
*I grab Zeke's arm and jerk him from his seat. I shove him into chair two and begin to examine his hair.*
"hmmmmm.. my first customer.."
*I run my fingers through Zeke's hair, examining its consistency as i do so.*
"Now, what is it you want done with your hair?"
*Noticing a pair of scissors that had nearly lodged into Zeke's head during the fall, i quickly pull them away and place them on the counter, blushing brightly as i do so.cough. And nervously, *
"heheh......"
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Post by Soul-Divider on Aug 1, 2006 15:44:45 GMT -5
*walks into the room and sits next to the figure which looks like Sleep is the enemy, who ironically, looks to have fallen asleep*
*Prod* "Oh good, he's not dead....yet" *waits patiently to be served. While knowing that he oesn't want a haircut, so he will have to wait until Avelon is free*
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Post by Avelon on Aug 4, 2006 1:42:12 GMT -5
Avelon snaps out of the trance that he had apparently fallen into and looks up at Soul-Divider. Welcome to Drop Dead Gorgeous. I'm the proprietor, Avelon. Should I grab my scissors or my sword?
EDIT: And to clarify, Sleep is the enemy should be in the dumpster in the alley behind the shop with a few broken bones right about now, not inside.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 5, 2006 13:16:20 GMT -5
"Haircut? Whatever takes your fancy. And when you have finished, I need a word with Ave. Tis about the job position as back up man."
*Using one hand to open a book, Zeke carefully begins to read while an abnormal number of arms twirl various weapons through the air.*
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Post by Soul-Divider on Aug 6, 2006 15:43:14 GMT -5
*speeks in a soft quiet voice, that is loud enough so only the intended recipient can hear* "Yes, I ask that you get your sword, I also belive that no-one has taken your offer to pay someone for the first assasination of Zade? Well if that is the case, or well, even if it isn't I ask that he be dead in the most brutal of fashions, you may choose the method, time and so on. But I just want him dead by next week, easily acheivable by someone of your reputation and talents."
*Soul takes a step back and waits for a response*
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Post by Avelon on Aug 7, 2006 4:12:47 GMT -5
One perfectly trimmed eyebrow quirks. Ah, yes. Zade. Since the special has already been taken, I'm afraid that it is no longer possible to collect royalties from his demise or get discounts on hair treatment. However, his contract is, for the time being, free. On all assassinations I offer the service of retrieving a body part as a souvenier. It costs nothing more. Any body part save the head and genitals - the head, I keep myself, and I believe that a man should go to his grave whole in one regard - is yours if you but ask.
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Post by Soul-Divider on Aug 7, 2006 10:10:05 GMT -5
*ponders for a moment*
"ah yes, I would like you to retrieve his left hand as proof that he has indeed been killed. And as a cool soveneir too. Thank you. I shall reccomend your service to all my vengeful friends." *writes down the address to send the hand to, thanks then leaves gracefully*
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Post by woebetide mourn on Aug 7, 2006 15:29:42 GMT -5
*I watch his arms dazedly for a moment, taking in the fact he didn't come for a new hair style.*
"Well then, we should probably notify Avelon so that the position isn't obtained in your delay."
*I watch as Soul-Divider leaves, and then i walk to Avelon.*
"I'm sorry to interrupt any business you may have, Sir, but I believe that Zeke would like to speak with you."
*I back up slightly*
"Though, maybe if you have something to take care of, i can first take care of his hair, Sir. and obtain my job.. His business with you concerns The Backup Man position, in which he would need a good hairstyle for. At least better than.."
*I glance at Zeke's hair and shake my head.*
"Any specific wishes, Sir.?"
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Post by Avelon on Aug 7, 2006 21:47:16 GMT -5
Avelon procures a small black notepad (of COURSE it's black) and jots something down, nods at Soul, and puts it away. When Woe approaches him, he listens carefully, squints at Zeke critically, and nods. Trim Goldilocks down to a square two all over his head and slick it back. Give him a choice between Dapper Dan and the Travolta Special. You'll find both in the drawer there. Once you're done with him, send him back to my office. Avelon points toward the back of the shop, where a small hallway with two doors can be seen. Door on the left.
That said, Avelon heads toward his office, Tea mug in hand. Let me know if another customer shows up.
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Post by woebetide mourn on Aug 10, 2006 2:51:13 GMT -5
*I nod to Avelon and watch as he walks away. I walk back to Zeke and stand behind him. I then pick up a pair of metal scissors with my index finger and thumb, and then hold them up level to my face.*
"hmmm..."
*I examine them carefully, making sure they are nothing lethal. And after a short inspection i begin to quickly chop at Zeke's hair. My hands move swiftly around Zeke's head, quickly enough that the movements are hard to follow and so that it appears that i have almost severed his ear many times over. I stop and blow the hair that has flown into the air away from my first customer's face, and reveal a perfectly equal length all around his head. I pull a ruler from a container on the counter and lift his hair, holding the ruler to it.*
"Two and one tenth. Gah."
*I begin once more, and within minutes i stop and re-measure a perfect two. I smile to myself and open the drawer that Avelon indicated. I pull from it two jars of hair oil and hold them out in front of Zeke.*
"Dapper Dan?"
*I indicate a red tin jar in my left hand.*
"Or the Travolta Special?"
*I indicate an easter green jar in my right hand.*
"Your pick, though i would recommend Dapper Dan Pomade."
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Post by Zade on Aug 10, 2006 9:25:28 GMT -5
*twiddles his thumbs, relaxing on the very secretive (yet OH so stylish) couch*
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Post by Zeke on Aug 11, 2006 3:13:18 GMT -5
"Hmmm... tis a tricky choice. Very tricky.... I shall ignore what you say, because I'm that kinda guy! I'll go for the Travolta special. And thank you."
Zeke sits back in the chair, and continues to read.
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Post by woebetide mourn on Aug 11, 2006 3:42:30 GMT -5
"Neither is anything i would place in my hair."
*I shrug uncaringly and toss the can back into the drawer. The can slams into it with a crash and a blade shoots from the sink nearly slicing Zeke's head. I gasp as i jerk him back. After the blade disappears back into the sink i pull him back down and examine his hair to make sure it was not reduced in length.*
"phew..."
*I unscrew the cap from the can and begin to apply it evenly throughout his hair. I pull a comb from a container on the counter and slick his hair back, making sure there is not one misplaced strand. I rinse the comb and scissors and place them and the hair oil in their original places. I come back to Zeke and grab his chin, jerking his head to face me. I examine his hair carefully and grin.*
"Much better, oh and, you're welcome. Now, Mr. Avelon would like to see you in his office. It's down the hall, the door on the ri-- I mean the left."
*I push Zeke from his chair and point to the correct door. I then grab a broom and begin to sweep the hair off of the floor.*
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