Clean cut shave!

[Mr. Gothard]

Tom stood silence in front of the bath room mirror, his face blank, his eyes dull and his mouth expressionless as his dull brown eyes gazed at his reflection. It was a strange feeling to one’s self after such a look time, he could hardly recall what he looked like when he last looked into a mirror, had been such a long time ago, 5 year’s really.

Tom cast his eyes over the thick dark brown hair which had been matted and tangled into a number of long thick dreadlocks that came down to his shoulder blades, the hair was filthy from it’s year’s of mistreatment, some streaks of grey could be seen running through some of his dreadlocks, adding year’s to his appearance.

Next his eyes fell to the mass of badly groomed hair rapped around his mouth, that had been cut and sliced many times in the past with the edge of his knife to keep it out of the way when he had found time, it also held some trails of grey and a few patches of ginger as well. Tom pulled his hand up to his lips and lightly ran his finger’s over his dry chapped lips, noticing how bad they were when looking into the mirror.

“It’s been a while, didn’t know I looked such a mess, these scars don’t help much either”, Tom spoke aloud as he moved his figure tips form his lips and ran them down the number of gashes that cut though his face and facial hair. One scan ran up the top of his head, another through the bridge of his nose, and another down his cheek and long his jaw line.

“Wonder if it’s possible to make them look less ugly, might have to look for some super natural help on that one.” Tom said with a sign as he drew his hand from his face and dipped his hands into the warm water that filled the sink. He quickly splashed his face with a bit of water for a moment and then returned to a standing passions in front of the mirror.

[Valentina DeFranchesco]

A teenage boy wandered into the washroom lazily slouching, but overdoing it, glancing around in an almost nervous manner. He caught someone talking to himself, but payee no visible attention. His eyes shifted uncomfortably as if he’d never seen a washroom before, and was clearly quite surprised by the way he wrinkled up his nose. The 18 year old was odd looking actually, his jeans fit a bit too tightly on too skinny legs, and his big baggy sweatshirt was bright red-not the most common color on guys.

“Eww.” Came out of his mouth before he could stop it-and apparently- it wasn’t a guy, unless it was one with just an extremely high voice, and eyeliner if you looked close enough. The only thing besides the clothes that made this boy look like a girl, or vise versa, was the hair. It was brown, just past the ears and flipped, like most of the skaters around the school did, but somehow, now it was obvious, this wasn’t a guy.

“Shit!” Valentina exclaimed when she realized that her voice had probably given her away moments ago, and she burst out in a fit of giggles all of a sudden. At the same time, the brown flippy hair suddenly grew until it was a fair length passed her shoulders, curled and was now a light blonde color. Yupp, she was definitely a girl.

Val finally took note of the only other kid in the washroom once again, if it was anyone else, she would have booked it, not wanting to have to explain the dare two little twins had given her, but she immediately recognized the thick matted hair and beard. “Hey Tom!” Valentina exclaimed, suddenly not feeling so awkward. It was just Tom, he wouldn’t really get all squeamish of her being in here. After putting two and two together, by what he’d said moments ago, and the way he’d looked at himself in the mirror, he was about to freshen up- and was long over due. She wasn’t exactly the best of friends with the guy, but she’d talked to him occasionally when she spotted him outdoors, where she was usually found.

The girl was mildly surprised that Tom didn’t have the dog with him… Trigger was his name? Val always noticed the two running of into the woods together, probably to hunt. She wasn’t sure if she’d told him before that she was a shape shifter-but obviously he knew now. Valentina walked over to the sink and sat on top of the counter beside his. “Need a hand?” She asked having nothing really better to do, the twins had probably gone running down the hall as soon as she’d came into the washroom, deserting her in fear of getting ‘beaten down’ by some big ‘gangster’ that might be hanging out in the loo, ‘Just like in New York.’

[Mr. Gothard]

“Hey Tom!”

“Hmm oh hello there”, Tom said with out a second glance, then he recalled that this was Val who was talking to him, here in the wash room, seemed strange, seeing as they knew little of one another but Tom didn’t flinch at it.

Tom ran his hand over his heard once more and took hold of a pair of scissors in order to start getting locks of his hair off. Tom had brought with him a pair of scissors, a loud of shaving foam, some razors and a few other things to help him cut his hair off.

Tom placed the scissors down for a moment, thinking about the fact he was fully clothed first and decided it was a bad idea to start cutting off locks of his hair, which most likely would fill his clothing and cause him to itch for the rest of the day.

“Need a hand?”

Tom stopped as he half pulled his ragged t-shirt over his head, a small smile formed on his covered face, would be better if someone gave him a hand with his shaving and grooming business seeing as he hasn’t really done anything like it before.

“Umm yeah if you could be so kind, hoping to smarten myself up a bit, though some grooming might be a good start”, Tom replied with a chuckle as he pulled his top off completely and tossed it into one of the sinks close by. His skin was a dark tanned colour and his body was heavy scarred from place to place due to his past days in a the wild, though he wasn’t shy of them, more proud, battle scars he though of them as.

[Valentina DeFranchesco]

Valentina smiled and picked up the shaving cream in one hand and one of the razors in the other. "Let's get started then..." She said, and paused, realizing that she hadn't ever shaved somone else, especially their face. Hair was another matter, she'd cut her own hair along with others many times, perhaps it was best to start with that-he'd have to figure out how to get through the tangled beard of his later.

The teenager walked over to one the showers along the wall and turned the faucet to hot before nodding towards it. "Just stick your head in there for a couple of seconds, we need it wet, and..." Val looked around where the soap despenser was- in exatly the same spot as the girls washroom. If remembering properly, one of the bottles was shampoo and conditioner, for the kids that lived in the dorms, though usually people brought their own toiletries. "Here it is." She picked up a half full bottle of conditioner and passed it to Tom, "You'll probably need the whole thing."

[Mr. Gothard]

"Let's get started then..."

Tom smiled slightly running his figure tips though his hair and making sure it was spread over his bare shoulders so it was less of a mass for when the cutting came. He knew this might be a bit bloody and painful, seeing as he had a faint memory of his father shaving when he was younger, though the memory made little scenes to him for it was such a long time ago.

"Just stick your head in there for a couple of seconds, we need it wet, and..." , "Here it is.", "You'll probably need the whole thing."

Tom smiled lightly and moved across the room toward the shower, his ran his ruff hands under the water for a moment, feeling the warm of the clean water upon his flesh. He took the shampoo and conditioner with a thankful look upon his face and dipped his head under the running water, damping his hair and beard.

“Guess I just rub this stuff in right?”, Tom asked in a slightly puzzled manner as he swirled a bit of the shampoo into his hand and rubbed it lightly, letting it turn into a white mess, with a light node he dropped the conditioner to the floor and poor the bottle of Shampoo into his hair and began to rub the stuff in as hard as he could.

“So how are thinks with you?”, Tom asked in wonder as he washed his hair, every once in a while making a small wine like sound as the shampoo go into his eyes from the washing, his jeans were also getting a bit wet from some of the splash of the shower, but he cared little about this at the moment.

[Valentina DeFranchesco]

Val just had to laugh when Tom made the puzzled face and asked the question in regards to the shampoo. Not in a rude way, just a joking giggle that said she couldn't could it in, even if she'd tried. "Yes Tom just slop it all over, make sure your whole head is covered and soapy before you rinse it out." She replied in a amused voice to match the look on her face.

"Things are alright..."Val said slowly, considering her recent events. Besides being in an affair with a teacher, life was pretty good at the moment. Not that the affair was a bad thing, but it could quickly tun out to be one. The girl stepped away from him and sat on the countertop again, to avoid the splashing of water everywhere. "Is everything with you okay? There has to be some sort of occasion for this." She nodded towards the shower with a smile, reffering to the fact that he was cleaning himself up, because obviously, he didn't do it very often at all.

[Mr. Gothard]

"Yes Tom just slop it all over, make sure your whole head is covered and soapy before you rinse it out."

“Oh alright, but the dam stuff makes my eyes water”, Tom replied with a smile, seeing as he was happy he was doing this right. He trusted his head under the water shortly after and let the white foam run down his face and onto the ground as he rinsed the substances out like Val had said, the stuff wasn’t so white anymore, more of a brownish colour due to the amount of dirt in his hair.

"Things are alright..."

“Just alright? Never can tell with you, though I’ve only known you for a short time, thanks again for the aid here”, Tom spoke with a smile as he carried on rising his hair out, letting his thick strands of hair fall all over the place as he washed it.

"Is everything with you okay? There has to be some sort of occasion for this."

“Umm kind of embarrassing, it’s for a bitc…I mean woman”, Tom quickly had to correct himself, as he forgot that bitch could be used as an insult in human tongue rather that just saying if someone was a female or not. “Trigger says I’m a mess compared to the rest of you, so I though I might as well make an effort of changing seeing as I might be here for a long time”, Tom finished rising his hair and turned the water off and pulled his head upward, then pushed his hair back down his back and behind his ear’s, letting the water off of his hair run down his body.