HARDER THEN IT LOOKS | open, cutting her hair

merged stuff · 08-21-2017, 02:36 PM

★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold margaux's mom had been a very avid follower of the bible. she followed everything it had said, so, to appease her mother, she had followed too.. but what was the point of following it when she wasn't around. she had t ever believed anything it said, so what did she decide to do?

cut her hair. she would be cutting her hair. she had found a pair of scissors and used her good hand to start. he watched as large chunks of hair fall into the old backshe had stood herself in so she didn't make a mess.

she wasn't good at cutting with one hand, but it wasn't horrible. it was uneven in some places, choppy, but it was effective. "there.."

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muse c. · 08-21-2017, 06:35 PM

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Muse's family had never been very religious. His Mother had been an atheist, who believed in the goodness of people and the logic of science, and his Father... Well, he wasn't exactly sure. Raivis hadn't ever talked about religion all that much, really. He supposed he should be glad, considering the horror stories he had heard from some of his old traveling partners, about crazy cults and xenophobic religions that believed certain people shouldn't exist.

He hadn't ever really followed anything himself, figuring any God there was wouldn't let this blackout happen and let it hurt so many people. He knew some people were devout followers though, so he didn't mention it much. He didn't want to offend, after all.

As he had been wandering around, getting used to the lay of the land for his new home, he'd stumbled upon Margaux, the nice pretty woman who had helped welcome him. Or well, at least, she'd been nice to him. He didn't want to intrude, and he contemplated not saying anything and wandering off, but finally he said quietly, "It looks very pretty, Miss Margaux."

charlie luciano · 08-22-2017, 12:03 AM

[div style="width: 370px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"][align=center]CHARLIE "LUCKY" LUCIANO

Charlie, as a Sicilian-born Italian-American, was raised in a religious household. He had always believed in God (and that's what he told his parents, anyways) but it was obvious that he didn't follow the teachings of the Bible as closely as he should have. In fact, he seemed to deal with the Devil quite often. Though Charlie still looked to a higher power to this day, his relationship with God had been strained. Why had he done this to the world? Why was he letting civilization crumble into ruins? He couldn't wait for a miracle any longer. He had to make his own way.

"You a barber, now?" The New Yorker commented, watching as Margaux stood with clipped hair surrounding her feet. It was obvious that she had chopped her hair off, but as to why, he didn't know. Charlie wouldn't pry, though; it wasn't his place.

DYLAN, · 08-22-2017, 08:44 AM

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]Dylan didn't know much about religion. His mother once had prayer beads positioned above her bed frame but that was the closest it got for the young adult. It appeared with the blackout a lot of people gave up faith or their faith killed them -- of course, stumbling upon a cult or a heavily religious opinion wasn't unheard of. He had heard it mentioned before, yet while he was so young it was impossible to imagine a world were religion ruled. Having not grown up being restricted to anything, Dylan simply believed nothing. You died and rotted in the ground, that was it. No big flashes of light and no golden gates awaiting your spirit.

The tall boy was walking down the street when he heard voices. Margaux and Charlie together was nothing different, the two were becoming inseparable, but the arrival of Muse pricked his interest. 'New meat' as some would call him, but to Dylan it was a possible friend. He hesitated for a few moments before crossing the empty street to approach the trio. "Hey guys." Dylan greeted with a toothy grin, taking in Margaux new appearance with surprise. His own hair was getting too long for his liking - the chocolatey brown waves got into his eyes and tickled his neck, he needed a haircut too. Usually he did it himself, not caring for the uneven edges and strange bangs, but hers looked half decent. "Wow Margaux! Loving the new look."

merged stuff · 08-24-2017, 12:43 AM

★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold as others came up and began to compliment her, she would blush and clear her throat. "its not that good.. it's very crooked.. so you think one of you guys could straighten the cut?""

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