harper jones is on the run (jonesycakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-08-31 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-09, harper, roxy |
hey, i know you!
WHO | Harper & Roxy
WHERE | The Mall
WHEN | Lunchtime
It’d been just a bit too long since Harper had done anything special to her hair. The streaks of pink were starting to fade back to blonde and her roots were starting to reveal her natural shade. Which meant it was high time that she took a trip to the salon. She didn’t have a regular stylist; in fact, most of the time she ended up doing her hair herself.Every once in a while, she would splurge and decide to treat herself to someone else playing with her hair. Today was one of those days. Harper decided she could get her hair done and spend the rest of the afternoon in the mall, shopping around. Sure, it was the sort of thing that most girls did with a friend, but Harper didn’t think Kahlan would want to spend the day surrounded by people and Josh didn’t exactly seem like the hair salon type. Plus, Zoie was still on the mend and she didn’t want the girl to overexert herself anymore than she needed to. With that thought, the fire elemental dressed herself and headed to the mall alone.
Once in the salon, she grinned a little to herself because there truly was nothing like the chemical smell of someone having their hair dyed. It was also amusing to her because she loved seeing the very literal before and afters of the people who walked in and out. In fact, she knew hers was going to be a fairly drastic change from what she was sporting. The blonde and pink went so well together and suited her just fine, but just like the blue she wore at the beginning of the year, it was time for a change. Glancing through the pages of a magazine did more than enough to inspire her; fall was here and Halloween was just around the corner, so why not choose something coppery and vibrant? Plus, the warmer, redder hues went oh so well with her element.
She was sitting in one of the waiting chairs, idly flipping through the dated magazines when she caught wind of a familiar voice. Well, not too familiar as she had only heard it once, but when she followed the sound and saw the pink hair, she remembered at once who was speaking. A bright smile stretched across her mouth and she hopped up and practically skipped over. The antsy tone was not lost on her; for some reason, there was a definite snark in the penguin’s voice that Harper had not heard before (again, one meeting did not do very much to help get to know someone so fully). This time, the girl wasn’t in her work uniform, so she was granted a little bit of a glimpse into her personal style. Harper approved.
“Hey, Roxy -- right?” She beamed, craning her neck around the stylist who was getting more and more flustered with Roxy by the second. “It’s Harper! Remember me?”