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Post by Chamomile on Jun 18, 2006 11:14:33 GMT -5
((Chamomile Lavender Lilac N. Lemon ShampooW'Conditioner graces you with her presence!))
* luscious hair tosses dramicily*
Oh My what a big building! Oh.....Where shall I start my journey? If only I had an Umpa-Loompa for my personal slave! *sigh* Well I guess I will just start brushing my hair as I wait. "One. Two. Three.4.5..." if only some one would come before I finish! ((because? ;D))
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Post by Nadir on Jun 18, 2006 12:06:18 GMT -5
*Nadir strode into the foyer, giving directions to his own personal servants and the attending footmen in low tones, who scattered to do his bidding. He walked into the foyer, and seeing a young lady with extraordinary hair, he stopped and made a polite and courteous bow to her, doffing his hat.* "Mademoiselle. I do not believe we have been introduced." *His low, husky voice was dark and mysterious, and his honey-gold eyes flashed with something exotic, vague and intriguing.*
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Post by Chamomile on Jun 18, 2006 12:14:53 GMT -5
Oh My his low, husky voice was dark and mysterious, and his honey-gold eyes are flashing with something exotic, vague and intriguing! He MUST be BAD! *Attacks with hairbrush* How dare he be vague and intriguing in MY presence! *Suddenly is hit by a wave of sanity* " Oh My I am so sorry! Er- There was a SPIDER! Yes I very special SPIDER!"
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Post by Nadir on Jun 18, 2006 12:18:56 GMT -5
*Nadir gingerly probes the fresh bruises with his fingers, but remained a gentleman to the core.* "Of course, Mademoiselle...a spider." *His strong hands gently prised the hairbrush from her grip.* "Allow me," *he offered smoothly, turning her by the shoulders so he could run the brush through her hair in long, languorous strokes.* "Pray tell me your name, Mademoiselle? Or shall I be forced to call you Miss Muffet?"
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Post by Chamomile on Jun 18, 2006 12:24:29 GMT -5
*Gasp-sigh!* I hit him with a brush and he is now grooming me in return? Makes perfect sence! " Oh I am Chamomile Lavender Lilac N. Lemon ShampooW'Conditioner, but you can call me Chamomile" *tosses hair; turns around and offers hand*
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Post by Nadir on Jun 18, 2006 12:29:17 GMT -5
*Nadir placed a courtly kiss upon the back of her hand.* "Enchantee, mademoiselle Chamomile."
((P.S. Your tea tastes like bleh. Smells nice, though. Like...mown hay. I just don't like eating/drinking mown hay. ;D))
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Post by Chamomile on Jun 18, 2006 15:46:42 GMT -5
((How Cruel! It Isn't icky mown hay! it's icky mown hay with LEMON! )) *sigh* Such the gentleman.*hair flicks like a Buffalo killing a fly* He must want to know my life story, or a story! Well he has already heard Miss Muffet so... Wait what's his name*Twists hair nervously as writer chokes on brownie*
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Post by Nadir on Jun 18, 2006 20:32:14 GMT -5
"Nadir Khan, at your service," *he offered, as though reading her mind.* "Have you been at the Opera long?"
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Post by Chamomile on Jun 18, 2006 22:55:21 GMT -5
((I wrote something else and pressed ctrl V so it pasted over it all so this is what you are stuck with. Have fun!)) "No Signore Khan, I just walked in" I hope I'm not the only one! "Mousier, actually I am looking for something" Wait, I can't tell him what i'm looking for, but oh I want so very much to get this over with...
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Post by Nadir on Jun 19, 2006 0:50:36 GMT -5
"Seeking anything in particular? Anything, or everything?" *he asked with a smooth grin.* "In which case you've come to the right place." *He gestured to the grand building that surrounded them.* "Welcome to the Opera, mem'selle. Here there is nothing lost that may not be found, if sought."
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Post by Chamomile on Jun 19, 2006 11:59:32 GMT -5
"Seeking anything in particular?" *she echo-ed*ha. revenge rink a bell? *Ties hair with ribbon and pulls out hair dryer* "I am the new hairdresser... but the mangers really problally don't remember asking me to come but they so did."*she said without noticing she was gelling Nadir's hair into a fauxhawk* "Wait,where are the managers?"
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