Yammering Skull Cave

[Jeffrey Dougal]

Got the folders. Got the wide rule paper (why was writing left to right so hard?). Got the shoes he wanted. So far, it had been a good day. His thoughts had remained his own, for the entire trip from Hammel to the mall. His hopes were oddly high about the rest of it. He only had a hair cut left.

Which was why he was sitting in the hair salon, right now. He had to go to salons, because barber shops didn't cut his hair right. He liked having hair. He didn't like the buzzed military look, even though his parents forced him to have his hair like that until he was seven. The pictures are just absolutely horrible. He was aware that going to a pink hair salon that also did nails looked questionable for his sexuality. Also, the way he tended to dress raised suspicion. His lack of pursuing any crush or small attraction he has towards a girl didn't help the case either, but I promise you ladies. This guy is just metrosexual, he's totally free for the picking.

He just has no self esteem, no motivation to work hard, no drive to be the 'best that he can be.' But other than that he's....a thought projector and never has a moment of privacy.

He shifted faintly in the waiting chair. He didn't want to pick up any of the magazines next to him, because the things in side the magazine scared him a little, each magazine has something to do with 'SEX POSITIONS HE WILL LOVE,' or, 'THINGS HE'D NEVER ASK FOR, BUT WANTS YOU TO DO.' Jeff was still recovering from the horrific accident at the Talk seminar given to the students by Dr. Neville. Jeff did not want to relive that humiliation in any way, shape, or form.

He also didn't want to start listening to his music, because, as he found out, he projects his music into the people around him without meaning to. He also didn't want to miss his chance at getting his hair done; they were sorta busy today. So instead of indulging himself with his music he just looked around the room with his shaggy head of hair, patiently waiting.

[Zaeric Blackwood]

So Zaeric found out the hard way that barber shops didn’t like to deal with people with longer hair. After a slightly heated discussion the barber sent him over here. The salon was pink on the outside with a sign that read they also did manicures, but he ignored it. He was going to have his hair cut properly. He liked the dark colored locks and didn’t want to find them on the ground with only a tiny length of actual hair left on his head. A little bell rang as the boy walked inside, dressed in dark jeans and a printed long sleeved shirt of darker blue. The simple silver chain he usually wore wasn’t hidden today like it usually was, mostly because it matched and he didn’t feel like trying to tangle with it to get it to stay tucked under the cloth. He glanced at his watch, which made him pause when he looked at his claddagh ring. Ya, he was still single, but there was definitely a girl he liked. He shook his head.

There was already someone sitting inside the salon, looking around intently as if trying to ignore the rest of the world. Zaeric recognized him faintly but he couldn’t really put a name to the face. He should have been able to after being at Hammel for a while, but some faces just never stuck in his mind as students constantly came and went. So he smiled and sat down in one of the chairs next to the other boy. He guessed that this kid was having the same kind of hair problems Zaer was, not wanting all his hair to disappear in a few seconds of buzzing.

“ Hey, how are ya?” He asked politely. The magazines around him were mostly for women, so her hunted through them for a second until he came to a hairstyles for men book.

[Danicca Waylan]

So Dani hated her hair a lot of the time. And it wasn't that it was a bad hair day kind of thing, it was more of the oh-good-lord-why-can't-it-just-be-gone variety of hair hate. So on top of it growing far too long lately, and it causing her to fall out of a tree, it was being obstinate and acting absolutely perfect in its near shoulder length. She hated when it acted this way, and when it was past her ears. She couldn't spike it properly anymore. So today she was getting it all cut off.

She was dropping by the salon, a place where they already knew her from her semi-annual hair butchering, because she liked to mess with people who waited, and lo and behold, two guys sitting in the frilly pink female salon. Perfect pickings for the prankster. She threw herself into a seated position on the chair next to the Asian kid, crossing one leg over the other. She picked up a magazine and flipped to the section that had pixie-cut hair styles. Then she looked the guy next to her up and down. He didn't seem all too... heterosexual. Even when you forgot the fact they were in a salon that gave her mom french tips with a pink flower detail last week. She looked at the guy next to him. He could pass for straight. Now, the best way to mess with these two would be...

"So, do you and your boyfriend come here often?" she asked, her voice cheerfully conversational. If it was true, she could try a different approach. If it wasn't true, and they were just two guys who liked long hair, then this would be a very fun wait.

[Jeffrey Dougal]

Public businesses had to have customer traffic to stay in business. Jeff knew that. He also knew that this salon was pretty busy, since all of the stylists were working on some woman at the moment. Jeff was fine to wait. He really was, but he was not fine with people sitting close to him while waiting. That was just grounds for a power malfunction. He needed him to not be sitting there. No matter how friendly he seemed to be, with his pleasant greeting and all.

Jeff narrowed his eyes at the point of wall he was looking at. He was not going to project. He was not not not.

But he couldn't be rude either. He turned his head and faintly smiled at the boy, trying to be casual in his appearance in all actuality he was focusing very hard to keep his thoughts to himself. "Good. How are you?" His smile was strained. Zaeric forgive him, he is lacking in...well a lot of things sometimes. He smiled a little more before he went back to staring at the wall. My thoughts are my own. my own, my own, my own. No one elses. He backed this chant up by saying it Korean in his head. Concentrating.

Then another joined them in waiting, which distracted Jeff. Not just because they moved in his line of sight, but also because she was pretty. And pretty was distracting. And not only was she pretty distracting, but she smelled nice (better than the general smell of the salon anyway), which distracted his senses even more. He wet his lips and tried to go back to concentrating, but that was shattered. He kept glancing back at her. After she had selected her magazine she looked up at the two of them (not that Jeff even knew the boy's name or anything) and spoke.

Jeff looked confused, only during the time it took for him to understand what he question meant. "No," he flushed in embarrassment, "he is....I do not know who he is."

[Zaeric Blackwood]

Zaer saw he had a choice here. The other boy had completely denied knowing him. So he could either play along with the girl [he knew her name but couldn’t think of it at the moment] and say yes, or he could respect the asian boy and say no. He had to weigh his options for a moment. One could turn out oh so hilarious and come bite him in the ass in the future. The other option was a simple no, you’re mistaken that would leave everything nice and quiet. Yeah, the second option sounded better, especially since Zaer had a feeling this was going to be a long wait. He could probably get out his notepad and write down the few lines that had been buzzing around in his head lately. That way he could actually concentrate on what he was supposed to later. [Whatever it was he didn’t know at the moment. It’s the thought that counts right?] So that was it.

“ I’m sorry, I think you’ve got things confused. He’s not my boyfriend. That usually requires knowing the other person. And it depends on sexual preference. I like girl’s, and I’m pretty sure that excludes him.” So he was trying to be funny and not insult anyone all at the same time. Zaer thought he had pulled it off quite well. He had said no, he had made a joke? Of course, this was Zaer so sometimes he just tended to be a little uncaring about how he said things. Not purposefully, but because that was just how he was. Too calm for his own good most of the time.