Day 49: Late Afternoon - Pearl's Beauty Salon Hair and Nails

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Meche couldn't remember the last time she'd had her nails done, if ever--it definitely would have been a long while even before the last time she'd had nails. Today was turning into the day for those kinds of things, it seemed like.

The salon was only about a block from the bookstore, so luckily she managed to stay pretty dry on the run over. Meche closed the door firmly behind her and smiled at the woman who rushed from the back to meet her. "Hi, I'm meeting a friend here," she explained, and sat down in the nearest chair to wait.

[for Donna]

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Dashing into the shop, Sakura tried to shake off some of the water without drenching anything in the shop in the process. The nurses had already expected rain, so she was equipped with a raincoat, but the rainwater still managed to dampen certain parts of her clothes from underneath. Still though, the raincoat kept her sufficiently dry.

Becoming more aware of her surroundings, Sakura felt a little more at ease. She definitely didn't want a haircut, but she really wanted to get somewhat pampered after her rough first week at the institute. Maybe the manicure? Even washing your hands couldn't get all the grime from under the nails, so perhaps the nail salon would be able to.

[for stalkers Touya and Yuki]

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Sylar couldn't help but feel pretty good about himself, even with rain leaking through his windbreaker as he tried to find some kind of useful refuge. Both Peter and the one-armed mechanic had fallen for his ploy, and... well, it'd been a while since he'd had something so tangible to wave in front of Peter's puppy face. Sylar wasn't sure that "empowering" was the right word, but it was definitely better than average around here.

Kind of like having someone to actively look for. As soon as Sylar's eyes spotted the salon, he ducked under its awning and walked through the door, glad to see that a few other patients were mulling around already. Good; standing out in the crowd was the last thing he needed, especially when he still needed to find a good place to move the mini-screwdrivers from his pocket to somewhere less obvious. Waist, maybe? No... inside of his boot? Or maybe under it...

He leaned against the nearest wall as he temporarily moved on to his next plan of action. His eyes scanned the room for familiar red hair and glasses, but it didn't look like the beauticians were attending to anyone like that. Maybe Grell had hit the place earlier, or maybe he was less vain than Sylar had thought.

...Nah.

Sylar glanced around the room, looking for some dark corner where he could pull off a boot without being seen by a nurse, but he didn't think he'd have much luck in somewhere as bright and tacky as this.

[ Eyebrows convention England. ]

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A day at the spa was still what Donna looked forward to most once she got out of this place. For now she had to settle for a rinky-dink little salon that would only give her nail treatment, but it was better than nothing. Even with the possibility that the staff could turn into zombies.

Well, at least this time she'd not be caught off guard. If even one of them started acting like they were about to go all Silent Hill on her, they'd be sorry!

Strutting into the building, Donna looked around and quickly spotted the one she was looking for. "Meche, hey!" she called and went over to her friend, "Didn't have to wait on me, you know."

orz now that this is not a repeat...

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Well, that had been...interesting. Rika wasn't sure exactly what she thought of the funny Western-style food they had at that Twin Pines place. It was a little heavier than she was used to, being so unused to fried things.

She stopped for a minute to look in the toy store window again. She still hadn't asked the people there if she could maybe trade one of the coupons she had for a doll or something, though she had thought about it. Then the nurses came out with their megaphones, and the closest other building she could go into happened to be the beauty shop.

There wasn't a place like this in Hinamizawa. The closest was in Okinomiya, and Rika hadn't been there for anything except the occasional haircut. She wasn't used to this whole...getting her nails done thing.

But she had a coupon, and she'd managed to get the attendant to at least smile a little, so she took a minute to survey the array of colors they had.

[yo, Namfather.]