Post by locksmith on Nov 2, 2019 5:59:34 GMT
The Bespin Beauty Salon, Tatooin District's most exclusive beauty parlor. They did everything. Makeup, massages, pedicures and manicures. But, most importantly, they had some of the finest hair-stylists in the entirety of Musutafu. And with the finest stylists came the finest hair-care products. Expensive hair-care products and services, for clientele with deep pockets. Despite the costs, the place was usually bustling. The appointment slots for each stylist were always booked weeks in advance, and there were always throngs of ladies hoping that if they just showed up early enough, and waited long enough, they'd be able to snag some open spot somewhere and get a hair-do to brag about.
Despite this throng of people, the girl at the counter somehow managed to find time to read some fashion magazine, twiddle her purple-dyed-hair, text some friends, and chomp loudly on her bubblegum. While randomly blowing bubbles until they *popped*, at which time she'd slurp the whole mess past her glossed lips to start chomping again. Whenever a little timer went off on her terminal, she'd tap some keys and call out...
"NEXT!", before rattling off the name of the woman, or man, whose appointment had just come up.
She didn't even look up from her magazine when she heard the chiming of the electronic bell. Even as she heard the clacking of someone's shoes sounding out against the tile. She knew they were walking past the women in their chairs, past the wallpaper covered in clouds capturing an eternal sunset (mostly oranges and yellows and reds, with some dabs of purple in there) and floating cities. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't going to give this new face the pleasure of making her look up before they appeared. If they didn't have an appointment, they wouldn't see the stylists... That was that.
Finally, a shadow fell over her, and she heard a man clear his throat. She rolled her eyes, looked up... And saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring at her from behind a domino mask. It was attached to a man with EXCELLENT cheek bones... And he was wearing a black tuxedo. Underneath, there was a ruffled blouse shirt with emerald buttons and emerald cuff-links. On his hands were a set of white formal gloves. He also wore some shiny, black oxford shoes. And then there were those elegantly styled, shining, billowing blonde locks! A few of the older women waiting in the lobby cooed at that hair, and the man it was attached to.
As for the counter girl, she put on a cheery smile and stared deep into those bright, blue eyes.
"O-Oh... my. Good afternoon sir, d-do... do you have an appointment..?"
She was so focused on his eyes that she didn't notice the hair on his head was extending outwards.... then forming little tendrils and hands, which proceeded to take a burlap sack out of the shoulder bag, then start grabbing some of the products off the shelves. A few of the women noticed, and they gasped. Some of the stylists stopped what they were doing.
"No, but I'm certain you can find somewhere to... pencil me in..."
He spoke with a foreigner's accent, but the voice was rich and deep. He leaned in close, to give her a look at a perfect, white smile.
"I-I'm sorry sir, but... w-we simply can't see someone w-without an appointment. We're so busy and all..."
Those icy blue eyes looked up and away from her, towards the salon.
"Really now? Seems as if there are a few open slots..."
The counter girl followed the man's eyes to see... lots of blonde locks nabbing hair products. Sulfate-free shampoos, non-toxic hair-dyes, volumizer, conditioner, pomade, mousse... The stylists were all gone, their stations were left unattended. The women in the lobby? They were gone too, leaving purses and magazines and other personal effects behind. These were also grabbed by the tendrils. One tendril ALSO pressed a series of buttons on the register to ring up a false purchase, causing the register to open with a *ding*. It then began stuffing money into the sack.
"But, I suppose rules are rules. So I'll just take some product and... get out of your hair."
One of the tendrils dipped down between the pair of them. It was holding a smart-phone, with the camera facing the shivering counter-girl and the very relaxed man in the tuxedo. The man turned to the phone and blew it a kiss, then he put an arm around the counter girl... who flinched as she realized the situation she was now alone in.
"Hey there Lovely Lockheads! It's your favorite Style Sensei, The Locksmith, coming to you live from the Bespin Beauty Salon! Unfortunately, the appointment book is all full up, but they were gracious enough to give me some free product... and a hostage!"
A few minutes later, the crowd that had gathered after the mass exodus watched a man in a tuxedo dash out of the Bespin Beauty salon while laughing maniacally. In one of his hands, he held his phone, on which a live-streaming app was active with the camera rolling. Atop of his head were long, blonde locks... which had coalesced to form two giant, fuzzy hands. One hand was holding a bulging sack filled with stolen goods from the salon. The other was holding a young woman with purple hair, who was screaming and wriggling. It didn't do her much good, his grip was strong.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! Alright, lovelies, time for a quick retreat to the secret lair so we can have a look at our "surprise goodie bag"!"
Despite this throng of people, the girl at the counter somehow managed to find time to read some fashion magazine, twiddle her purple-dyed-hair, text some friends, and chomp loudly on her bubblegum. While randomly blowing bubbles until they *popped*, at which time she'd slurp the whole mess past her glossed lips to start chomping again. Whenever a little timer went off on her terminal, she'd tap some keys and call out...
"NEXT!", before rattling off the name of the woman, or man, whose appointment had just come up.
She didn't even look up from her magazine when she heard the chiming of the electronic bell. Even as she heard the clacking of someone's shoes sounding out against the tile. She knew they were walking past the women in their chairs, past the wallpaper covered in clouds capturing an eternal sunset (mostly oranges and yellows and reds, with some dabs of purple in there) and floating cities. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't going to give this new face the pleasure of making her look up before they appeared. If they didn't have an appointment, they wouldn't see the stylists... That was that.
Finally, a shadow fell over her, and she heard a man clear his throat. She rolled her eyes, looked up... And saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring at her from behind a domino mask. It was attached to a man with EXCELLENT cheek bones... And he was wearing a black tuxedo. Underneath, there was a ruffled blouse shirt with emerald buttons and emerald cuff-links. On his hands were a set of white formal gloves. He also wore some shiny, black oxford shoes. And then there were those elegantly styled, shining, billowing blonde locks! A few of the older women waiting in the lobby cooed at that hair, and the man it was attached to.
As for the counter girl, she put on a cheery smile and stared deep into those bright, blue eyes.
"O-Oh... my. Good afternoon sir, d-do... do you have an appointment..?"
She was so focused on his eyes that she didn't notice the hair on his head was extending outwards.... then forming little tendrils and hands, which proceeded to take a burlap sack out of the shoulder bag, then start grabbing some of the products off the shelves. A few of the women noticed, and they gasped. Some of the stylists stopped what they were doing.
"No, but I'm certain you can find somewhere to... pencil me in..."
He spoke with a foreigner's accent, but the voice was rich and deep. He leaned in close, to give her a look at a perfect, white smile.
"I-I'm sorry sir, but... w-we simply can't see someone w-without an appointment. We're so busy and all..."
Those icy blue eyes looked up and away from her, towards the salon.
"Really now? Seems as if there are a few open slots..."
The counter girl followed the man's eyes to see... lots of blonde locks nabbing hair products. Sulfate-free shampoos, non-toxic hair-dyes, volumizer, conditioner, pomade, mousse... The stylists were all gone, their stations were left unattended. The women in the lobby? They were gone too, leaving purses and magazines and other personal effects behind. These were also grabbed by the tendrils. One tendril ALSO pressed a series of buttons on the register to ring up a false purchase, causing the register to open with a *ding*. It then began stuffing money into the sack.
"But, I suppose rules are rules. So I'll just take some product and... get out of your hair."
One of the tendrils dipped down between the pair of them. It was holding a smart-phone, with the camera facing the shivering counter-girl and the very relaxed man in the tuxedo. The man turned to the phone and blew it a kiss, then he put an arm around the counter girl... who flinched as she realized the situation she was now alone in.
"Hey there Lovely Lockheads! It's your favorite Style Sensei, The Locksmith, coming to you live from the Bespin Beauty Salon! Unfortunately, the appointment book is all full up, but they were gracious enough to give me some free product... and a hostage!"
A few minutes later, the crowd that had gathered after the mass exodus watched a man in a tuxedo dash out of the Bespin Beauty salon while laughing maniacally. In one of his hands, he held his phone, on which a live-streaming app was active with the camera rolling. Atop of his head were long, blonde locks... which had coalesced to form two giant, fuzzy hands. One hand was holding a bulging sack filled with stolen goods from the salon. The other was holding a young woman with purple hair, who was screaming and wriggling. It didn't do her much good, his grip was strong.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! Alright, lovelies, time for a quick retreat to the secret lair so we can have a look at our "surprise goodie bag"!"
