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fandomhighdorms2011-10-02 10:04 pm
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3rd Floor Girls Bathroom, Sunday Night
After the brunch, Quinn had taken a page she'd torn out of Cosmo to Theodoric's of York, handed it to a stylist, and watched in satisfaction as the long hair fell away from her face. It was therapeutic; she looked like an adult now, not like some little girl who'd spent all weekend halfway waiting for Mommy and Daddy to show up.
And now she was standing in front of the girls' room mirror, tub in gloved hand. It would wash out soon, but was she really daring enough to streak her hair with pink, even for a week or so? It was just -- she needed something to distract her from the fact she didn't really have a family anymore. Hair worked. She was 17; there was practically a law mandating she have pink hair at some point.
She drew a deep breath and started dabbing the dye into the front part of her hair.
[OOC: Open bathroom post. ]
And now she was standing in front of the girls' room mirror, tub in gloved hand. It would wash out soon, but was she really daring enough to streak her hair with pink, even for a week or so? It was just -- she needed something to distract her from the fact she didn't really have a family anymore. Hair worked. She was 17; there was practically a law mandating she have pink hair at some point.
She drew a deep breath and started dabbing the dye into the front part of her hair.
[OOC: Open bathroom post. ]

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While examining the spot on her sweater, she asked, "You want to talk about whatever brought this on? Aaaand this is ketchup. Great." Petra turned the water on so she could hopefully rinse the stain out.
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She smiled wanly. "It's not that interesting. My parents split up over the summer. Neither of them made it this weekend -- which bit. And I've been stressed. There's the sorority, there's council, there's my classes, there's senior year stuff, there's living on an insane island ... everything. I needed to do something radical."
Pink hair counted.
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Which she had no intention of doing. She picked up a gloppy strand of hair, held it away from her head to catch the light. "This is going to be really pink, isn't it?"
She sounded half thrilled and half terrified.
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[OOC: The mun must note that when she Manic Paniced her hair purple it was gone in more like two weeks, but I'm not as blonde as Quinn so whatever.]
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She drew three deep breaths. "I ... think I should quit staring at it in the mirror. It has to sit for a while. After I wash it out, I'll leave it for a couple days and see how I feel."
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