Kristijan Dragovic (talkswithghosts) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-10-15 07:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, jimmy boudreaux, kristijan dragovic |
WHO: Jimmy Boudreaux, Kristijan Dragovic
WHAT: Kristijan stumbles upon a horror show.
WHEN: October 15th. After classes and training and stuff.
WHERE: 7th Floor Boys’ Bathroom, Kristijan’s Room on the 2nd Floor.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete.
Jimmy hadn’t cut his hair since he’d arrived at IVI. And now the ends were starting to curl and stick out from underneath his hats. It was too danged long. Especially since it was getting warmer every day. So, after dinner, he grabbed the clippers and headed to the boys’ bathroom. He pulled his shirt over his head (no reason to get it full of hairs), adjusted the guard to four, and turned it on, getting ready to buzz his hair short. Kristijan had popped up to the seventh floor to return some notes he had borrowed from a fellow student. Occasionally he drifted into daydreams during class, or spent his time sketching out ideas instead of taking notes, and when those times came up, borrowing notes became a necessity. He did want to do well in his classes, even though he could be a bit spacey sometimes. He decided to detour into the bathroom, and walked through the doors just in time to see Jimmy lifting the clippers to his head. His eyes went wide. “What are you doing?!” he exclaimed with the sort of horror generally reserved for people who were kicking puppies. But to Kristijan Dragovic, cutting off perfectly good hair was a crime. “Jimmy, no!” “What?” Jimmy said, turning around, clippers still buzzing around his ear. All he’d heard was his name and no. Kristijian was staring at him. Clearly, something was wrong. He flipped the switch to off and lowered the clippers to the side. “Whatsa matter?” he asked, glancing around to see what had startled the other fella. Kristijan’s hands went up in the universal gesture of trying to fend off a wild animal of some sorts, and he shook his head, pale hair swishing against his back. “What are you doing to your poor hair?” he asked, looking somewhat more stricken than most people would at the thought of a buzz cut. But Kristijan wasn’t most people when it came to hair. “Why would you just cut it off like that?” Granted, Jimmy’s hair hadn’t always been the most stylish, but it had always seemed like nice hair - soft and full and with plenty of potential. His hair deserved more than to be strewn about the bathroom floor at the hands of a set of clippers. Jimmy’s brow furrowed. Kristijian might wear his hair long (and that was his own business), but that weren’t for him. “‘s too long.” He reached up and tugged on the part that was covering his ears. “Sticks outta my hat.” He didn’t have a hat right then, but mimed putting one on. “Ya think I should go to the barber?” That just seemed like a waste of time to Jimmy. Not when he could do it himself. “They’s jus’ gonna do the same danged thing.” “There is a difference between ‘long’ and ‘gone’,” Kristijan pointed out. He could appreciate the fact that some people liked shorter, no-nonsense hair. But there were so many ways to make a short haircut look nice, and although he might not have said it aloud, he didn’t think a shaved bald look would flatter Jimmy terribly. “You would have to wait for nearly three weeks until the barber is here next.” Kristijan always kept track of that, for while he wouldn’t let just anyone cut his hair, he was always curious to go down and watch the hairdressers work, to see different technique and style. Some of them were friendly and would talk with him. “I can cut it for you, if you would like,” he offered with a little smile. Kristijan was always looking for opportunity to practice his future-trade. There was no way he was waiting three more weeks. Who knew what it’d be like by then? As it was, this was the longest Jimmy had ever had his hair. He was getting ready to turn the clippers back on when Kristijan made his offer. Jimmy considered it for a long moment. “Ya know ‘bout cuttin’ hair?” he asked skeptically. The other fella was nice enough, but... At that question, Kristijan put his hands on his hips and lifted his slender brows. “Do I know about hair?” he echoed and then he was grinning again. “Da, yes. I know a very great deal about hair, Jimmy.” The name was stretched out a bit in his accent. “I have done many haircuts.” He had been cutting his parents and sister’s hair for years, and the few friends he had back home, and since coming to IVI had done cuts for a number of students. “I can make your hair look very nice, and your head will not be lonely and empty.” "Weren't gonna cut it all off," Jimmy said, scowling a bit. That's why he'd set the guard to four. So he'd have some hair left. But he shrugged. "A'ight," he said. "Ya can do it. Don' leave it too long though." Picking up his shirt, he pulled it over his head. "Reckon ya ain't wanna cut it in the bathroom?" And honestly he didn't think he wanted anyone to witness this haircut. A shake of his head followed that question. “No, not in here,” he agreed. “I need proper scissors.” Not clippers! He had a collection of hair-cutting tools, scissors and combs and clips and whatnot, down in his room. “We can go down to my room, I have my things there.” Turning back to the door, Kristijan pushed it open, leaning against it as he waited for Jimmy to follow him out into the corridor and down to the elevator. “I will not leave too much length,” he promised. Jimmy still wasn’t a hundred percent convinced about this plan, but he reckoned he could always buzz it if he didn’t like what Kristijan did. Of course that might hurt the other fella’s feelings. Hopefully it would all turn out alright. It wasn’t but a few minutes til they were down in Kristijan’s room, Jimmy settled on the desk chair in the middle of the room. “Puttin’ my trust in ya, a’ight.” “I will not let you down,” Kristijan said in an almost serene manner as he glided around his side of the room he shared with Oliver. There were clothes strewn about and draped across the bed in a variety of colours and fabrics, and various fashion magazines stacked on the desk and on the floor as well, along with some sketchbooks and other odds and ends. Kristijan went to his closet and pulled out a rolled up hairdresser apron that had been a gift from his sister on his last birthday. It held his tools, which had also been a gift, and strapped it around his waist. “I am guessing that you are not one who likes to spend time styling your hair?” he said as he grabbed a sheet that he used as a drop cloth, and came back, tossing it around Jimmy’s shoulders to catch the falling hairs. “You have very nice hair,” he added as he ran slender fingers through it, getting a proper feel for the thickness and texture. He started to shrug but figured that might not be the best thing if Kristijan had scissors. “Wash it. Put on a hat mos’ly.” Then he paused. “Uh, thanks, I reckon.” He hadn’t ever given his hair much thought. “Nobody ever said that to me ‘fore.” While he couldn’t really look around the room, since he was supposed to keep still (again scissors), he did manage to see things out of the corner of his eye. Unlike his own room, there was a lot of stuff here. Including clothes. Jimmy didn’t think he’d ever met someone with so much clothes. “So where ya from?” All Jimmy knew was that it wasn’t America. And probably somewhere European. “Most people do not think of hair so much,” Kristijan laughed. Everyone had their hobbies, and one of his just happened to be doing hair. Even as a young boy he had always enjoyed braiding the girls’ hair and putting them in bows and sometimes ridiculous styles that seemed perfectly suitable to a child. “I am from Croatia,” he said as he began to cut, He started by getting off some of the length, and would work on styling it once the excessive amounts of hair were gone. “And you are... American?” he guessed. It was the accent that gave him away, because Kristijan had seen many American movies and television shows in his time. Jimmy’s accent made him think of True Blood. Hair fell onto the sheet, sliding down to pool in Jimmy’s lap, other bits catching in the folds of the sheets. And some fell to the floor, which he would vaccuum up later. “When was the last time your hair was cut?” he asked curiously as he worked. Surprisingly, Jimmy actually knew where that was. “Near Slovenia, ain’t it? Mira Golob, she’s from there. Ya know her?” He nodded. “Yeah, from ‘merica. Louisiana. On the bayou.” He paused. “Uh, like the swamp.” Well, it seemed as if Kristijan was true to his word about keeping his hair short. Because there was a fair good amount collected in his lap. “Dunno. I prolly buzzed it ‘fore I came here. Ain’t cut it since I been here. No reason to really. Cept now it’s too long.” “You live on a swamp?” Kristijan echoed. That was a hard thing for him to imagine - and he was actually imagining a house right on the edge of a swamp. “It must be very warm there,” he said as he cut, snipping away with a practiced sort of ease. “Do you miss it?” he asked as he paused in his cutting, running his fingers through Jimmy’s hair and lining up strands to check that the lengths were even. He walked around to look at it from the front, and then started cutting again, this time with more precise and measured snips, working some style into the hair. “That is three months!” he exclaimed in surprise. He couldn’t imagine going more than six weeks without a trim. “It is no wonder that it is unruly!” “Naw,” Jimmy said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Near the bayou. Not actually on it. And yeah, it’s warm. Australia ain’t been too bad. But yeah, miss it some. My family mos’ly. Met people here I ain’t meet any other way though. So’s a’ight, I reckon. What ‘bout you? Miss Croatia?” Was three months really that long? He hadn’t ever kept track of how long he went between haircuts before. When it got too long, he cut it. Seemed pretty simple. “My mama stopped cuttin’ my hair long time go. And didn’t seem to bother nobody else.” He shrugged. “Like I said, mos’ly wear a ballcap.” “The same. I miss my family the most. My parents and my sister.” Kristijan had always been very close to his family - they had always been there for him, always supported him, loved him, laughed with him, and coming to IVI had been the first time he had been away from home. “And I miss Zagreb - my home - as well sometimes.” And just the freedom that he had had in his former life. “Well it is not that it was bad,” he said charitably, for as much as Kristijan liked style and fashion, he tried not to make comments about those who lacked such things. People needed to be free to be themselves after all. “But this will look better than having no hair at all,” he assured him. “You will look very handsome.” He fanned his fingers through the hair and cut a few more strands, evening out the sides and then stepped around back to neaten up the hair at the nape of his neck. He was about to protest -- again -- that he hadn’t planned on cutting all his hair off. But then Kristijian said he’d looked handsome. Jimmy laughed, out of all the Boudreaux boys he was least likely to be called handsome. Usually that was Rex. Sometimes Louis. “Reckon no hats for a coupla days then,” he said, still grinning. “See if anybody says anythin’. Mebbe Leigh’ll notice.” “Oh! You like Leigh?” Kristijan asked with great interest. Although he didn’t much date himself, he was very interested in the romance of others. Because Kristijan was a giant romantic at heart, and he loved to hear about crushes, and even better, relationships that went on a positive note. “Does she know this?” he said, and as he did, he wondered if he was the one Leigh had mentioned, the one who had surprised her by asking her out. A few more snips and Kristijan tucked his scissors into his apron and took out his little brush to start brushing away all the stray hairs that were everywhere. “Think so,” Jimmy said with a half-smile. “Gone out a coupla times.” Then he scrunched up his face a bit. “Ya know Leigh?” Kristijan announced that he was done and Jimmy ran a hand through his hair. Felt shorter. And not prickly. All in all, it was kinda nice. “Thanks fer doin’ this.” Glancing down at his lap and the floor, he looked back up at the other fella. “Uh, want me to get a vacuum or somethin’?” He felt bad about leaving a mess all over the room. “I do! We are both Toucans,” Kristijan said of Leigh. “She is very nice. And very pretty!” He was fond of most of his teammates and rather thought he had lucked out in terms of teams. The Toucans did not seem to have the drama that some of the other teams had. “That is very exciting,” he said, drawing the sheet away from Jimmy’s shoulders and folding ot up carefully - before dropping it to the floor. “Oh it is my pleasure. I like to cut hair,” he said as he brushed little strands of hair from the palms of his hands. “You do not need to worry about a vacuum. I have one.” And it would be quick work to vacuum up the small patch of carpet that was currently covered in hair. Would hardly take any time at all! “Yeah,” he agreed with a nod. “Both them things. Smart, too.” Jimmy stood up, still uncertain about leaving a mess in the middle of someone else’s room. He glanced in the mirror on the wall. “Looks good,” he said with a nod. “Cain’t cut hair or nothin’ but if there’s anythin’ I can do fer ya, lemme know.” He thought for a moment. Kristijian didn’t look like the sort who fished, but Jimmy knew enough not to judge anyone. It had happened to him enough. “Ya know, if you ever want a fishin’ buddy or somethin’,” he offered with a smile. “I have never fished before!” Kristijan laughed. It was a somewhat comical notion, Kristijan, all pretty with his long long hair and stylish clothes and well manicure nails, fishing. Although he wasn’t against outdoorsy things, rather, he quite liked being outside. “It is nice of you to offer though,” he added, smiling. “I do hope that Leigh notices it. And that she likes it.” |