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Post by Elsa Brandon on Aug 14, 2009 13:32:06 GMT
Elsa tilted her head, looking from side to side as she circled around Acacia, looking at her hair colour and then to Hayven’s. Well brown would certainly look better than black, there was no denying that and then of course maybe a little blusher and foundation and whatnot so she wouldn’t look so pale, softer, more natural colours rather than the extreme contrast of black on white. But light brown could be too much of a contrast from what she had, Elsa wasn’t too sure if her hair would take the colour so well at first. She did have a few different lots of hair colourants in her room but she didn’t dye her hair, she only had them for fun and they were only semi permanent. If anything was going down with Elsa’s hair it would be done professionally, she wasn’t the type of girl who would let a stranger do her hair but apparently these people were. Hayven didn’t seem majorly obsessed with her appearance so if she did it bad with her then she was sure she could be forgiven, but not knowing the outcome of Acacia’s hair colour until the end could be quite risky. But then she could dye it with black if it went bad anyway, kill her hair a bit more.
”I could dye your hair. I mean at first it would probably lie a dark brown so you’d have to do it a few times to get it that colour but I’m pretty sure I could do something similar.” she admitted. ”Black’s not natural, is it?” Elsa inquired, it couldn’t be natural on her. Really? With a small squee Elsa was off again, rummaging through her room to find the colours. She brought it back out with her as she began to start mixing it, creating the colour and the mixture. ”You trust me to do this?” She asked her curiously. She would dye her hair first, wash it, and then she would cut it and then style it. It was the perfect plan and it took her mind off Mitchell for a short amount of time as well.
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Post by Acacia Black on Aug 14, 2009 16:01:57 GMT
Acacia felt rather uncomfortable being circled by Elsa, though she knew she was only doing it to have a good look at her hair. She nodded at Hayven and Elsa, 'I guess with my fair skin and black hair, I end up looking like a corpse,' she said with a laugh. 'But if my hair was lighter, or my skin was more tanned, then I wouldn't look quite as pasty,' she mused.
'How permanent is that?' Acacia asked Elsa, sitting on the sofa, and having a look at the mixture. 'I'm not sure about anything I have to grow out, but if it lasted a few washes, that wouldn't be too bad.' Just in case. 'Not that I'm saying anything bad about your ability with hair,' she added quickly.
The mix looked daark brown, she figured it wouldn't be too much of a contrast, which was good, she didn't want people noticing that she'd done anything with her hair. 'Do you trust you to do this?' she asked the girl, hoping she'd be honest. Dying wasn't so bad, but she wasn't sure if she'd let the girl cut her hair, the more she looked at it, the more she wasn't sure. She'd always had long hair, she thought she'd look positively weird without it.
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Post by Hayven Levii on Aug 17, 2009 12:33:39 GMT
Haveyn remained silent as she watched the scene unfold in front her her eyes. Elsa was like the queen of make overs or something and she seemed content at trying to make Hayven and Acacia made over into something new and different. Maybe with a new look she could actually have a friend or two and not just Jack. A squeal from Elsa and she was off to another part of the dorm, more than likely her room as she came back with a mixture of goo. She hoped that wasn't for her and then smiled as she relaxed on the couch when she heard it was for Acacia. Hayven wondered what products were used to make the dye and if it would be harmful for Acacia to dye her hair in the first place. When Hayven put high lights in her hair it was made with all natural ingredients from nature which was why it never lasted long-but it was a worth while price.
"Look at Elsa, she looks stunning. I think it will be good for you both." Hayven nodded her head seriously as she thought about how the attention turned from her to Acacia-which was nice. The sound of a chain saw from the film brought her eyes back to the screen as she dug into some popcorn and chewed away, not paying much attention to the transition of Acacia. Hayven hoped for both girls and herself that it turned out well, or living with these two girls a few more months would be uncomfortable.
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