Who: Ari & Tristan What: Help a sister in need Where: Hairdresser's When: 7/17, early evening 5-ish?
Ari had been hoping that when she left her sheitels back in Brooklyn for her mother to mail to her, it would save them from getting too messed up in a suitcase. She had foregone looking remotely normal with hair for the first few weeks and had been happy when they arrived. Except for the fact that she would have been better off just packing them in her suitcases. The hair was all crumpled and crimped and just... a complete mess. She had sufficed for the past few weeks with just pulling them back with clips but they really needed to take a trip to someone who knew how to handle hair as she was useless at styling hair past pulling it back into clips and the like.
Ari hesitantly opened the door to the hairdresser's. She had never really needed to go to a hair dresser's because her mother or her twin usually helped her out but they weren't here. Not only that though, she was hesitant to go because the hairdresser who had offered to help was a man. Ariella had always been under the impression that women were supposed to be hairdressers but then again, she had never really left her sheltered life in Brooklyn before.
Looking around the place, Ari hugged the oversized purse she had brought with her and fixed her clothes, feeling slightly uncomfortable not really knowing anyone in the place. "Hello?"