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College Student - 20 - Bisexual Pigmentation Manipulation *Application*
FRIENDS
Easy-going, playful, and generally good humored- it doesn't take too much to fall into this category. She's willing to give just about everybody a chance.
ENEMIES
The troublemaker title is there for a reason. Not everybody gets rubbed the right way by her attitude and behavior, and she knows that fully well. Though knowing is different from caring.
LOVERS
Friendship and romance go hand-in-hand here. Though it's usually only seen as a casual extra side benefit of the former, and only for certain cases. Dedicated commitment has developed a sour taste in her mouth, and using the big 'L' word in a romantic context is likely to send her packing.
OTHER
The strangers and acquaintances that haven't found their way into one of the previous categories go here. They can range from good to bad feelings, but don't really have a place in her mind yet.
Generally sweet and typically kind- he often labels others as friends fairly quick. Many fall under this category by his own decision, though it may not be true from the other's point of view.
Everyone makes enemies, and there's no exception here. Through his own or another's fault, those who he doesn't see eye-to-eye with tend to be kept at a long distance.
LOVERS
A title intended for one, and one only. Fun is fine, but there's something more he's always wanted. Whether or not he'll find it is uncertain.
OTHER
The strangers and acquaintances that haven't found their way into one of the previous categories go here. They can range from good to bad feelings, but don't really have a place in his mind yet.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
"Well, I have actually been working at one of the local salons in town." She admitted with a shrug. It wasn't a secret or anything. Just information she hadn't thought important enough to mention until now. "Considering it's a lot less expensive when I can create highlights and touch-up hair without wasting any material. Plus I can actually let people preview different shades without turning their head into a tinfoil mess for hours on end. Or, best of all, damaging their hair." A very, very useful factor for someone like Deb who liked to trade colors nearly every day.
She only looked slightly disappointed that she'd been wrong, but the feeling didn't stick. "No worries." She dismissed with a shrug of her shoulders. Besides, she was more interested in the other place Chandler had mentioned. St. Bethany's. She'd heard about that name maybe once or twice. It made her browns furrow momentarily and her lips press into a pensive line. "Bethany's...Isn't that the school in, oh...England right?" Remembering this sort of minute detail was not exactly one of Deb's strengths. This sort of info anyways.
Chandler's rejection did make the smile return to Deb's face, however. "What? Not the type to stick your nose in a book and lose track of time?" She teased with a lopsided grin. Not that Deb was herself- which she would easily admit without shame. Studying? Only if a class (and her grade by consequence) would really, really call for it.
Since neither girl seemed particularly inclined to stick around the land of books, Deb moved on. "So if you're not the bookworm type, what are you into?" She dared to ask.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Ninja Turtles, Wonder Woman, Kings- yeah this place was a far cry from the typical immaculate garages of the high-end companies. It actually had character. Color. A feeling other than the "pay us and get out" one she typically got. A nice change.
There was also someone to actually talk to. Definitely a nice bonus as well.
Her mouth formed a small 'o' as she listened along; standing since she wasn't a hundred percent sure if or where to sit. Throughout her gaze had started to drift again, but she was paying attention. The story sounded pretty similar to her own really. It made her snicker a bit. "Sounds familiar. Found a car, fell in love, bent over backwards to keep it running: y'know, the usual." This little bug was still her first, and would probably remain her current for as long as her stubbornness would allow.
"But that easy figuring out what you wanted to do, huh? Definitely seems like you've got a good thing going. This place all yours?" After all, she hadn't seen anybody else yet. So it was hard not to jump to some conclusions. "Lot less 'sterile hospital-esque' as some of the dealerships get. Actually feels like people work here rather than solely exist to sell me deals on tires and all things car."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
They weren't the only ones beaming now. She was easily infected by excitement, and the two gasping figures before her were no exceptions. Deb found herself laughing before long. "It makes dyeing hair easy, that's for sure. Best thing is: it doesn't damage it either." Truly a blessing, all things considered. Particularly for someone like her who changed it whenever the wind turned.
"She'd grow it out eventually, like you regularly would, but I could just as easily change it back." Deb said before taking his hand in her own. The bangles were a nice touch. Really put the outfit together and made her grin. "Deb Barok. I can definitely say it's a pleasure already, Mr. Moore. And a bit of a shame since I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be allowed to take your class. Though I'm happy I got to at least meet an Empress firsthand." Chuckling, she let his hand drop before glancing at Daisy.
Despite the fact she knew Alex was older now, the little girl couldn't help but remind Deb of her sister. That sort of raw, unbridled energy that, for the Barok sisters, had gotten them into heaps of trouble. Mainly because of the eldest daughter's bad influence. "Daisy huh? Well Daisy, what's your favorite color?" She asked with a gleam in blue-grey eyes, promising mischief.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It hadn't been intentional. Who would purposefully leave behind one of their better jackets?
Which meant she had to backtrack to the auditorium, hoping that it wasn't locked. Or that someone had made off with what she was looking for. Hopefully that wasn't the case. But even so Deb moved pretty fast to find out.
The whole reason she'd been in there was to watch a play recital. Something one of her friends had recommended she give a look. It had been pretty good- good enough she might even see the official thing once it was playing. Yet when she opened the auditorium doors- which thankfully, after testing, were not locked -the stage was dark and empty. Quite the change from a few hours ago.
Blue-grey eyes immediately swept over the seats, searching for where she'd been sitting. However, it was someone rather than something that she discovered.
Her eyebrow raised upwards in curiosity. There were only a few types Deb could think of that would actively seek out and sit within a darkened, empty room by themselves. Which one was this person? Deb only hesitated in the doorway for a moment before heading in. She would need to anyways in order to find her jacket. Plus she'd never really been the shy type either.
"Hello? You doing alright there?" She called out, announcing her presence.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Complimenting her car was a fast track to get on Deb's good side. Not that the other girl wasn't already on that path, to be frank. Either way it was definitely helping her mood. So it was with a wider smile that she nodded. "Sure can, long as you don't mind some curiosity. I've got more than a cat, apparently."
Whatever the response to that, Deb would pull out her keys and get in her car. It was still painful to see the damage- and likely would be until it was completely fixed -but at the very least she was reassured now. Starting up the engine, she carefully guided the car in until she was good. Then she hopped back out and took a few steps back. Let the mechanic do her job.
Although that wasn't about to stop her from asking questions.
To her credit, she gave the garage a curious look over first before settling her gaze back on the one working in it. Most of the time she just went to the Volkswagen dealership nearest her house for maintenance. But there was something about this place that made it...cozy. Not quite as painfully sterile. "Mind if I ask how you got into all this? Or should I just let the music play?" Honestly the music wasn't so bad, so she wouldn't complain much there.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
She didn't need to tell her twice.
Happily carrying what was now officially her cupcakes, Deb tilted her head in acknowledgement. "Fair enough. Besides, I think I'd be mad at myself more than anything if I managed that. Hard to get free snacks from a burnt out kitchen. Good ones anyways." Couldn't have that now.
The awestruck expression brought out another laugh. She wasn't usually on the receiving end of those. Not here. "Why thank you." She replied with a pleased little grin. "It does make dyeing hair easy. So if you're ever thinking about getting a touch-up or trying something new," another wink was thrown her way, "I'd be more than happy to help. I've honestly considered being a hair stylist more than anything, but figured I should see all my options first."
Deb was finishing off her third- and probably final for now -cupcake when the information got her attention. One part in particular. "Wait, did you manifest at sixteen too?" She had to ask. If that was so, the smile on her face widened in a flash. She very nearly laughed again. What were the odds? This was only getting better and better. "Welcome to the late bloomer squad." There was a friendly bump given with her shoulder to the other girl's. "Argueably the best squad to be in, since we don't have to deal with the initial onset of puberty and freaky powers."
All while they'd been talking, she'd been guiding them along through the halls. No sense standing in one place to chat. Finally Deb stopped right outside another set of doors. However she did not head inside; instead, she indicated towards them with a free hand. "This right here is the library. I'm not even going to try walking in there with these bad boys. Potentially messy foods and librarians do not mix well." From the way she said it, this was experience talking. "But you could peek in if you'd like."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
A truck. Of course. Why was she not surprised? Looks like the stereotype applied right now.
The fact it was going to take some time to get fully repaired didn't surprise Deb too much. One look and she'd known. Still, it wasn't fun to hear. With a small sigh she pat the side of her treasured bug sympathetically. Pointedly the undamaged side. "Guess it was too much to hope for an insta-fix, huh?" Wishful thinking frankly. "Ah well, I'm happy to hear it can be fixed at least. Even if it is eventually." With a somewhat rueful smile, she gave the Beetle one last pat. Then turned her attention back to the other woman.
"I'll definitely take the bulb if you're offering. Rather be mobile than pretty." The smile was coming a little easier now. A little one, but her mood was lifting. "Thanks, by the way. How much I owe you for everything?" Because make no mistake, there was going to be a fee. Deb knew it. Probably not a pretty one either.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Holy hell, the rumors were true.
There, standing before her, was a man decked out head-to-toe in Egyptian aesthetic. Cleopatra from Deb's guess. History was never and would never be her forte, but it was clear enough for her. Not only him, but a tiny girl as well. If what she said was anything to go by, it was his daughter.
The grin she wore went from ear to ear. There was satisfaction in having her suspicions confirmed. And just seeing that."Now see, this seems completely unfair." Deb huffed, actually stepping into the room. There was no bite to her words. Only playful griping. "How come I didn't get to have you as my history teacher? I probably would've paid more attention." The blue-grey gaze wandered over to the smaller "Egyptian" and she laughed. "Espeically if she was the teaching assistant. Already she's putting the others to shame. And if you do like my hair-"
With a wink Deb twirled a strand around her finger. The curl came away a vibrant orange. "I could give you a mini make-over. So long as our great Empress approves." The attention was back on him. "Cleopatra, right?"
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
"That's one way of putting it, yeah." Had been the second word to cross her mind once she saw the damage, really.
Outside her car sat expectantly. It was an old Volkswagen Beetle that Deb had slaved months upon months away for. Which was probably why she so vehemently liked to keep it: countless summer and holiday savings had gone into purchasing it and fixing it up. Handouts weren't really a thing in her family. All the more reason she was peeved someone had damaged it.
The dark blue of its exterior didn't do much to hide the damage. From the looks of it someone had either drove into or backed up until they hit, and kept going for a bit. Deb might as well have thrown a bowling ball at her headlight. It likely would have done the same amount of damage. The sight renewed the ire in blue-grey eyes. But she wasn't one to take it out on those who didn't deserve it. "Penny for your thoughts?" She asked instead, glancing over at the fair haired mechanic.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. A teacher that dressed up like historical figures for class. Sure it was something you heard about happening when a school got a particularly enthusiastic professor. But those stories were always faraway myths. Things to occur in "that other" school.
This time it was here. With some recent addition to the BA staff.
Of course Deb had to investigate. News like this was bound to grab her attention. And she didn't even like history. Yet the possibility of finding something so entertaining had spurred her to actually get to Bellefonte's classrooms early in the hopes of glimpsing such a scene. If she was lucky, they might even be in costume already.
She'd gotten the classroom from some of her friends beforehand. Didn't want to waste time wandering. So once it was reached she gingerly opened the door and dared to peek her head in. Hopefully luck would be on her side today. "Hello?"
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
That nearly sounded rehearsed. "I'm guessing you get that comment a lot then?" The fact it had been tacked on so naturally was a clue. And Deb knew some of the other students at the school. Some would definitely make the connection and bring it to light. Despite it clearly already being there. "Mine you can learn at the end. Think of it as 'extra incentive' to finish the tour. As if these aren't enough on their own anyways. Speaking of-"
The tray was offered out towards Chandler with the remaining cupcakes on top. Deb displayed a lopsided smile on the other side of it. "Feel free to take as many as you like. Otherwise I'll eat and keep every one- that's a promise." Her kitchen could easily do with more sweets. Plus they were free. Not much better than that.
The tray was retracted when Deb laughed. "Hey, you never know. I keep getting told that and somehow I've managed to get in multiple times." Mainly due to the fact her friends were too trusting. Or used to her antics enough so that they didn't actually care that much. Whichever it was, she'd use it.
Deb's consistent smile defused the quick correction. Although a moment was taken to bite and chew into another cupcake. "Art." She responded after swallowing and cleaning her mouth. "Still not completely sure what I'd want to specialize in but when you can do this-" Her hand was cleared of crumbs and icing before it went through her hair. The wild color already there changing into various tones of blues and purples. The rest of it was given the same treatment to even out before Deb looked back with a grin. "It makes it a little easier. Especially when you can make something that doesn't smudge."
More attention was given to her third cupcake before she leveled a curious look back at Chandler. "What about you?
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
She liked this one. Though there was plenty of time for that to change, so far what she'd seen was appealing. Pretty too, which was a bonus. But modest and good humored enough to smile and even laugh away the teases. Not always common with people she met. It made the smile on Deb's face sit easier than usual.
"Now before we begin, your name will suffice for my usual fee." It wouldn't do for her not to know for someone so intriguing thus far. She'd be content to wait until she got it too. The tray of tasty mishaps before her helped extend her patience exponentially.
But eventually she would speak, name or no. "Since we're here, I'll state the obvious to start. This is where the classrooms are. Most of your classes will be in these rooms, but this one," a hand raised up to knock against the wood of the door behind her, "Is by far the best one. If you manage to get in and out with souvenirs that is." A soft grin returned to her face. The evidence- or rather souvenirs -were already in display.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
If the figure standing up before her wasn't the very definition of a car mechanic, Deb might as well throw her dictionary out the window. Or curse it for not having pictures. Either way the soft grin the other woman was sporting made Deb's smile twitch. It felt far too easy for her to return the expression. So in the end she did. Especially when she basically got two separate greetings.
"Hi." She returned. "My problem has to do with some Joe Schmoe thinking they should redecorate my car using the back of theirs." Remembering did sour the expression on her face somewhat. That car was her baby. The memories she'd had with it were priceless. If not always technically legal. "One of the headlights is completely smashed in. Either the guy didn't hear or didn't care."
She had a feeling it fell into the latter category.
"It's parked just outside. Wanted to make sure someone was in before I tried anything." As luck would have it, it seemed like there was somebody. Deb figured at least.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
She had already finished her own miscolored treat and started on another when it got a comment. This time she did laugh. "Told you so." She couldn't help but say it. Not intentionally unkind, but it was a little jab too golden to pass up.
Looks like she had a hit too. Now Deb was grinning. "Thought as much. You had the whole 'fish out of water' look most of the new kids get when they come here. No offense meant, of course." She added on playfully with a wink tossed in.
Fortunately enough Deb was feeling generous. Plus it really wasn't likely she was going to be let back into the classroom after this little stunt. It hadn't necessarily been taking advantage of her invitation: more like seizing an opportunity. "Considering they probably locked the door behind me," Deb started after finishing off her second round of rainbow colored sweetness, "I'd be more than willing to act as a tour guide if you need one. I even brought free snacks along for the ride." The tray holding the rest of the tasty abominations was gestured to with a slightly dramatic flare. Plus a toothy grin to match. "So what do you say?"
