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Post by Arim Urem'der on Jul 16, 2008 19:23:58 GMT -8
THE MAKEOVER SOOOONG!! =DDD <3Arim grinned widely and looked up at the large, intricate clock on the wall. Today was the day! What day, you may ask? Well, it was the day of truth, when all loose ends would be tied. It was heaven-sent cleansing of what was done wrong. Yes, it was... MAKEOVER DAY! <3 Not just any Makeover day, DELILAH'S makeover day. And boy, did she ever need it. All those Nirvana t-shirts and oil-stained jeans on the ground were starting to send Arim on a hell-bound trip to insanity if something wasn't done. Delilah needed to get out of this grunge phase, one way or another. And Arim was just the person to do it. Of course... Delilah didn't really know that yet... Arim had to use other means to draw in the raven-haired girl to the mall. A dentist appointment, to be exact. It was the only way to get the mechanic to come, there was no other means to get her within the block of this place. The only shopping she ever did was for food, car parts or guitars. NO. NO. NO, NO AND GO AWAY. THIS WAS CLOTHING, MAKE-UP, AND HAIR. ONLY.Arim would do it if it killed her. "Come on, LILAH~ We might be laaaaate~" she cried, pulling the blind-folded mechanic behind her. [/center] |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 16, 2008 19:31:31 GMT -8
Delilah was being dragged along without knowing where on earth she was going. It was bad enough that Delilah was blindfolded, but that Arim had been driving her car WHILE Delilah was blindfolded. She winced to think of the dings and scratches her 'non-Asian' friend had put in her car on the way there. She scowled as Arim chided her. "It might help if I could see where I was going!" She cried indignantly.
She was resisting with all her might, dragging her heels against the linoleum floor beneath her feet, creating long skid marks. "You told me I had an appointment! What the hell are we NOT doing at the Dentist's office?!"
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Jul 17, 2008 11:55:08 GMT -8
Arim skipped along as she dragged the spiteful and reluctant Delilah behind her. She knew that Delilah wouldn't be fooled, the blindfold was a bit of a giveaway. However, this was the only other way besides drugging her in her sleep.
"Okay~ You can see now" She chimed, pulling off the blindfold... revealing the bright and sunny... HAIR SALON!? =D <3
Makeover~ Makeover~
Delilah would find herself strapped and seated into a chair with her head laying back in a sink. Arim staring down at her on once side, with a rather... flamboyant man on the other. He placed a hand on his hip, while the other hand grazed the tips of Delilah's hair. "Oh. My. Gosh" she... he... it told her, stroking it a bit more "Do you ever condition? You have SUCH split ends!". Arim nodded at the man, "She washes her hair with shower gel!" she told him with a unamused expression.
The man let out a gasp of horror, clasping his hands on his mouth. "Sweetie pie! That just won't do!" the man turned on the tap and began scrubbing at Delilah's hair, washing it with shampoo and conditioner. "You have thin hair, and a really dry scalp. That means you need more conditioner than most people--" the man began, dumping half a bottle of conditioner onto her head.
===3 hours later===
Delilah would now be set up in front of a mirror. Her bangs shortened, the very tips of them dyed with a dark red. The rest of her black hair was fringed, flipped out at the sides with the ends dyed in red as well.
Arim turned from the other side of the salon and jogged over towards her. The blonde decided to get a bit of a touch-up and got her hair curled a bit into loose ringlets. "Oh! Lilah! You look so pretty~" she cooed. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 17, 2008 16:13:26 GMT -8
Delilah was sitting in the chair twitching with rage three hours later. She had to be bound to the chair in order to actually get the job done, and had to prevent her from screaming (and biting the hairdresser). She growled at Arim as she complimented her...though she had to admit, she looked damn good. She glared at her reflection suspiciously. She looked really good now...hadn't she looked good before though?
D: NO.
No she did not.
She glowered at the people staring at the bound, gagged girl with shiny, red and black hair, and watched as they looked immediately away. She felt a little better about that; she still held the intimidation factor.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Jul 19, 2008 12:26:30 GMT -8
=D
"Good~ I can tell you like it, Lilah!" she beamed, ripped the duct-tape off her mouth like a band aide. The girl began to untie the raven-haired girl from the chair. There was a moment open, yes! A moment of escape for Delilah, she was free...
CLAMP!!
....That was shattered by the hand-cuffs that Arim just slapped onto Delilah's wrist and her own. Arim wasn't taking any chances with this at all. The blonde strode over to the disgruntled hair-dresser. A couple burn markings from flat-irons and a couple objects thrown at him by Delilah. Arim slipped him a 50, "Sorry about that, hope this compensates" she whispered to him. Of course, the flamboyant man was still sour, but happily accepted the money.
Arim walked over to the side of the desk and handed Delilah 3 bags full of Shampoo, Conditioner, and various hair products. "This is the point where YOU start taking more care of your body" Arim told her, "Think of it as a perfectly polished, new and shiny Viper (At least, she THOUGHT that was a car)". The girl nodded and drug the girl out of the store.
Any attempts to escape would be dulled by the sedatives that Arim slipped into her orange juice this morning.
^___^
"Now Delilah, you need some new clothing! I took the liberty of throwing out all of your old clothing" she explained as they weaved past people. A few eyes staring slack-jawed at the handcuffed pair. "Lets try something like Old Navy... kind of popular, but it has a few things you might like. Then D-Tox (AKA Hot Topic for Canadians >_>), you'll like that store a lot. Then we'll go to Sephora for make-up. Then we'll get you a manicure and a pedicure, we should stop at the Body Shop and Lush, too. You could use some bath soaps. Then we'll stop at Aldo to get you new shoes " |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 10, 2008 13:33:04 GMT -8
"Good~ I can tell you like it, Lilah!"
"Humph,"
And then....for a moment...she was free. FINALLY! Delilah started to rise out of the chair-
CLAMP!
"What the-" The raven haired mechanic looked down at her wrist. Her left eyebrow began twitching convulsively. Handcuffs. Handcuffs....
HANDCUFFS?!
"ARIM! You get these things off me right now ooooorrr..." Her vision began to swim. "Or...or...I'll do something that's...Arim would you stay still, I can't see you riiiiight~" The sedatives were taking affect. She'd pretty much be on auto pilot for the next couple hours.
Lucky Arim. A complacent Delilah is easier to deal with.
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