Kick in the Head 03.03.16
Note: This installment is humanized. It’s a silly improv idea I thought of and I randomly decided to turn it into a little ficlet.
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Marlene sat at one of the chairs at a beauty shop, waiting for her stylist to come. She looked through a magazine that showed a bunch of women with various styles of hair, occasionally looking into the mirror and imagining her with a particular one.
“Ooh, girl! Look — at — you!” a woman said as she came to her side, fluffing her hair a bit. Her nametag read Tange and she had a thick, nasally Brooklyn accent. She had to be around seventy years old.
Taking the exclamation as a compliment, Marlene smiled. “Oh, thanks, I —”
“Just look at this rat’s nest on your head,” Tange continued. Marlene frowned and blinked in shock, completely caught off guard. “Donchu worry, honey. We’ll fix that right up for you. You’ll be beautiful in no time!”
“Um . . .” Marlene said, looking around awkwardly. “Thank you?”
“So, what style are you thinking?” she said, looking at her magazine over her shoulder.
“Well, I liked this one,” Marlene said, pointing to one of the women in the magazine.
Tange gasped and took the magazine to get a closer look. “Oh, that one’s beautiful!” She looked at Marlene and frowned. “But not on you. Pick something else,” she demanded, shoving the magazine back into Marlene’s hands.
Marlene, although a bit distraught by the woman’s attitude, just kept her opinions to herself and flipped through the magazine while Tange fiddled with her hair.
“You know, I had hair like that once, but the day I decided to perm it, I knew I was never going back. You ever thought about a perm?” she asked.
Marlene internally groaned. She didn’t care for perms, at least not on herself. Much too poofy for her taste. She put the magazine on the counter.
“You know,” she said, “I think I’ll wait a while longer before changing my hairstyle. I’ll just have you trim it for today.” She couldn’t wait to be done here so she could find a place with better service.
“You want me to trim it?” she asked, as if astonished by the request.
Marlene nodded. “Yes. That’s all I want.”
Tange sighed. “All right. I guess that’s better than doing nothing,” she said, looking at Marlene’s reflection distastefully. Marlene bit her tongue.
Marlene just tried to relax as Tange proceeded to trim her hair. She rambled on about her life story as she did so, but Marlene just closed her eyes and tuned her out, trying to focus on the music that played throughout the shop, muttering “mm-hm” every now and then to make it seem like she was paying attention.
Finally, Tange turned her around so she faced her reflection.
“There we go! Perfect,” she said, admiring what she labeled as her handiwork.
Marlene’s eyes widened as she took in her appearance. “Oh my God! What did you do to my hair!” she exclaimed, running her fingers through it. It was nowhere near her style, and definitely not what she’d asked for. It looked like something out of an eighties movie.
“Darling, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You look fabulous,” Tange said, folding her arms.
“This is not what I asked for! What kind of stylist are you?” she asked, turning to Tange with her hands still on her hair.
“Stylist?” Tange inquired. “I’m not a stylist. I just work the cash register. You were the one to ask me to cut your hair. I just thought you didn’t really care about how you looked, if your hair didn’t make that obvious enough. That ain’t my fault.” She turned to walk away. “Some people can be so rude.”
Marlene stood there, a dumbfounded look on her face. What the actual hell!
At the last second, Tange turned back. “Oh, and by the way, your total’s forty-two fifty.”
[Words 634]
Note: This installment is humanized. It’s a silly improv idea I thought of and I randomly decided to turn it into a little ficlet.
— § —
Marlene sat at one of the chairs at a beauty shop, waiting for her stylist to come. She looked through a magazine that showed a bunch of women with various styles of hair, occasionally looking into the mirror and imagining her with a particular one.
“Ooh, girl! Look — at — you!” a woman said as she came to her side, fluffing her hair a bit. Her nametag read Tange and she had a thick, nasally Brooklyn accent. She had to be around seventy years old.
Taking the exclamation as a compliment, Marlene smiled. “Oh, thanks, I —”
“Just look at this rat’s nest on your head,” Tange continued. Marlene frowned and blinked in shock, completely caught off guard. “Donchu worry, honey. We’ll fix that right up for you. You’ll be beautiful in no time!”
“Um . . .” Marlene said, looking around awkwardly. “Thank you?”
“So, what style are you thinking?” she said, looking at her magazine over her shoulder.
“Well, I liked this one,” Marlene said, pointing to one of the women in the magazine.
Tange gasped and took the magazine to get a closer look. “Oh, that one’s beautiful!” She looked at Marlene and frowned. “But not on you. Pick something else,” she demanded, shoving the magazine back into Marlene’s hands.
Marlene, although a bit distraught by the woman’s attitude, just kept her opinions to herself and flipped through the magazine while Tange fiddled with her hair.
“You know, I had hair like that once, but the day I decided to perm it, I knew I was never going back. You ever thought about a perm?” she asked.
Marlene internally groaned. She didn’t care for perms, at least not on herself. Much too poofy for her taste. She put the magazine on the counter.
“You know,” she said, “I think I’ll wait a while longer before changing my hairstyle. I’ll just have you trim it for today.” She couldn’t wait to be done here so she could find a place with better service.
“You want me to trim it?” she asked, as if astonished by the request.
Marlene nodded. “Yes. That’s all I want.”
Tange sighed. “All right. I guess that’s better than doing nothing,” she said, looking at Marlene’s reflection distastefully. Marlene bit her tongue.
Marlene just tried to relax as Tange proceeded to trim her hair. She rambled on about her life story as she did so, but Marlene just closed her eyes and tuned her out, trying to focus on the music that played throughout the shop, muttering “mm-hm” every now and then to make it seem like she was paying attention.
Finally, Tange turned her around so she faced her reflection.
“There we go! Perfect,” she said, admiring what she labeled as her handiwork.
Marlene’s eyes widened as she took in her appearance. “Oh my God! What did you do to my hair!” she exclaimed, running her fingers through it. It was nowhere near her style, and definitely not what she’d asked for. It looked like something out of an eighties movie.
“Darling, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You look fabulous,” Tange said, folding her arms.
“This is not what I asked for! What kind of stylist are you?” she asked, turning to Tange with her hands still on her hair.
“Stylist?” Tange inquired. “I’m not a stylist. I just work the cash register. You were the one to ask me to cut your hair. I just thought you didn’t really care about how you looked, if your hair didn’t make that obvious enough. That ain’t my fault.” She turned to walk away. “Some people can be so rude.”
Marlene stood there, a dumbfounded look on her face. What the actual hell!
At the last second, Tange turned back. “Oh, and by the way, your total’s forty-two fifty.”
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Dearest Penguins,
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! You took away all our hardly worked profits from performing songs on television. So I've come to announce that your annual fee of "borrowing money" is about 2 million dollars. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Kowalski's latest attempts to attract Doris... again, which is another 2000 dollars. Anyhow, try to be normal penguins for once and return the fees of money.
From,Your Friends At Hoboken. PS Savio is still seeking revenge :P
Dear Hobokeneers,
See you on the little floating zoo in the sky!
From, HIGHLY CLASSIFIED PS You've made a bid mistake!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! You took away all our hardly worked profits from performing songs on television. So I've come to announce that your annual fee of "borrowing money" is about 2 million dollars. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Kowalski's latest attempts to attract Doris... again, which is another 2000 dollars. Anyhow, try to be normal penguins for once and return the fees of money.
From,Your Friends At Hoboken. PS Savio is still seeking revenge :P
Dear Hobokeneers,
See you on the little floating zoo in the sky!
From, HIGHLY CLASSIFIED PS You've made a bid mistake!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
Doris please read this!!Anyone can read it too
The scientist's love has departed
As both of our worlds go by
Every single nanosecond
I think of you day and night
In my heart there is no that is second
You'll always be the apple of my eye
I'll search the world
Near and far then high and low
My love will show
Just to hold you gently
Don't want to let you go
I need a moment in my life
To be with you, I'll be true
Without realizing our isolation
With love and Science
I am deeply torn by desperation
In every experimentation
You're an inspiration
Besides the problems and life collisions
Like Skipper said " You're a distraction"
Now we're inter-vented
And separated for good
Up to now my love has departed
But.. Still "I'm screwed"
We're like fragments that were split
Or gas molecules, so far away
Now, I'm broken in tiny bits
But deep inside my heart
Your loving silhouette will stay
The scientist's love has departed
As both of our worlds go by
Every single nanosecond
I think of you day and night
In my heart there is no that is second
You'll always be the apple of my eye
I'll search the world
Near and far then high and low
My love will show
Just to hold you gently
Don't want to let you go
I need a moment in my life
To be with you, I'll be true
Without realizing our isolation
With love and Science
I am deeply torn by desperation
In every experimentation
You're an inspiration
Besides the problems and life collisions
Like Skipper said " You're a distraction"
Now we're inter-vented
And separated for good
Up to now my love has departed
But.. Still "I'm screwed"
We're like fragments that were split
Or gas molecules, so far away
Now, I'm broken in tiny bits
But deep inside my heart
Your loving silhouette will stay
Harry:well it's not every day u punch a lemur
Alex:*gasp* RON AND HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry:they must be looking 4 us
Alex:bye guys,it was nice meeting u!
(upside)
Ron:where the heck have u been?
Alex:I was......um.....looking....for my Wand yeah that's it my wand right Harry?
Harry:uh?oh yeah her wand
Hermione:alright came on let's head home
Alex:okay
(at home)
Sirius:so how was the zoo?
Hermione:Alex lost her wand but found it
Sirius:YOU LOST YOUR WAND AT TGE ZOO!
Alex:hey I found it right
(at the HQ)
Private:skippah,don't u think we should do u know ask question Harry and Alexandra
Skipper:young private that's there choice
Alex:*gasp* RON AND HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry:they must be looking 4 us
Alex:bye guys,it was nice meeting u!
(upside)
Ron:where the heck have u been?
Alex:I was......um.....looking....for my Wand yeah that's it my wand right Harry?
Harry:uh?oh yeah her wand
Hermione:alright came on let's head home
Alex:okay
(at home)
Sirius:so how was the zoo?
Hermione:Alex lost her wand but found it
Sirius:YOU LOST YOUR WAND AT TGE ZOO!
Alex:hey I found it right
(at the HQ)
Private:skippah,don't u think we should do u know ask question Harry and Alexandra
Skipper:young private that's there choice
Me:but who why when
Skipper:we don't know who and don't know why but it happen right now
Harry:I know why a gryffindory did this because some how they want to go the chamber
Hermonie:we'll ask Hagrid
Ron:oh sure we can go like: " oh hello Hagrid do u know anything about the chamber"
Hagrid:no talking about are you
All of us:no
Me:some how he knows
Wood:today we'll show hufflepuff we'll bet them
Fred(or greoge) : Harry will stop them with his starting thing that can freeze them
Me:Harry the games called off you have to see this
At the hoptil wing
Me:hermonie been...
Harry and Ron:hermonie
Me:she was in the library
End of part 9 well hermonie live *dramcie music*
Skipper:we don't know who and don't know why but it happen right now
Harry:I know why a gryffindory did this because some how they want to go the chamber
Hermonie:we'll ask Hagrid
Ron:oh sure we can go like: " oh hello Hagrid do u know anything about the chamber"
Hagrid:no talking about are you
All of us:no
Me:some how he knows
Wood:today we'll show hufflepuff we'll bet them
Fred(or greoge) : Harry will stop them with his starting thing that can freeze them
Me:Harry the games called off you have to see this
At the hoptil wing
Me:hermonie been...
Harry and Ron:hermonie
Me:she was in the library
End of part 9 well hermonie live *dramcie music*