Third Floor Bathroom, Tuesday Morning

There really was nothing like waking up with your face pressed against cold tile floor.

And then seeing clippings of your own hair coating the floor around you.

John sat up quickly, and then groaned because ow, that made his head throb. He rubbed his hand on his head, remembering Dawn and the haircut.

This might be worse than the Nightmares.

[open if you have reason to be there He's gone!]

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Lois walked into the girl's bathroom. She was going to try to put on her make up one handed without any interruptions from her roommate. She practically dropped her make up bag on the floor when she saw John.

"What the hell, John?" she asked. Lois' eyes then trailed up to his hair. "What. The. Hell."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why...?" Lois asked, not sure whether to ask about his hair or his being in the girl's bathroom first.

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, there are few things you don't want to do when drunk. Playing barbershop is one of them," Lois said, moving to get a closer look. "Er...it's not that bad?"

Lois thought it was really bad.

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, it is awful. Just...bad. Really, really bad," Lois said. She wasn't even going to mention how stupid it was of him to let somebody else cut his hair. "You might just want to shave it all off."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"John, you look like somebody attacked you with a weed whacker," she said. "A day or two is not going to make it better."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clippers are not part of my process when I put on my make up, sorry," she said, lifting up her bad. "I think you're better off just running for it. Or you could use your shirt as a turban."

Yeah, because that wouldn't attract any attention to him at all.

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hades. He grabbed my wrist and did this to it," Lois said, lifting up her good hand and making a crushing motion with it. "Luckily I wasn't conscious long enough to really feel the pain."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Lois hadn't known that Deadpool had been the one who had taken her to the clinic. She should probably thank him or something later.

"Thanks. You can sign my cast later, if you want," she said. "Jaina and Ned's signatures are lonely."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Lois fished around in her bag for that marker she had stolen from the clinic yesterday. "Oh yeah, she's going to laugh at you. A lot."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"That'd be smart," Lois said as she handed him the marker. "This cast doubles as a weapon."

[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice," Lois said after she read what John had wrote. "Good luck with the whole hair thing. Just remember that it'll grow back to it's former beauty eventually."