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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 20, 2015 15:47:53 GMT -5
Francis loved it when the middle of the semester approached; it gave the students the change to open their doors to other students. And other students enjoyed the time too; it meant that the cosmetology students were open for reduced price haircuts. Making sure all his equipment was cleaned and in the proper holders, easy for his fingers to wrap around when needed.
It was the beginning of the day, well the first day when they were opened for actual customers all day and Francis was excited. He had dressed up, well, they were always supposed to look professional, but today he had on a nice pair of black jeans and a well fitted red shirt. He was standing behind his chair, just waiting for the first costumers of the day to come.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 24, 2015 3:03:15 GMT -5
Hair grows. That's really all hair does. It grows, and grows, and grows, even when you don't want it to. Within the rush of midterm stress, along with all these new game releases and trying to get his team together for off-season practice, Alfred completely forgot that fact. Nails do the same thing, but it's easy to simply chew those off when they get too long. Hair is another thing entirely. (Alfred refuses to go back to self-done bowl-cuts. That was a bad decision of childhood that should be forgotten forever) His bangs are practically at his chin. That easily tells how long it's been since he'd gotten his hair trimmed. Were his step-mother to see him now, Alfred is sure she'd have an aneurysm, a conniption at least. The blonde doesn't mind all that much if his hair is super-neat, cut short like his father. However, Alfred doesn't like the idea of not being able to see, and his bangs are in the way. It's also pretty weird to have hair covering his ears.
There were a few hair salons within a ten-minute radius, and Alfred isn't a stickler for saving money. In fact, some people consider the blonde a crazy spender and too spoiled for his own good. Rather than heading to one of those salons, though, Alfred has another thought in mind. He has to be on campus all day today, between classes, projects, and his daily workout, so why try to squeeze time for a drive when he can just wander over to the cosmetology students?
"Hey guys!" Alfred calls, cheerily poking his head into the salon. It's not terribly early; he's just returning from his first class and he has about half an hour before the next. "Are walk-ins okay or should I come back later?" The blonde doesn't think he recognizes anyone in here, but he generally hangs out with his classmates and his teammates; none of them are cosmetology students.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 31, 2015 19:26:12 GMT -5
Days like this were slow, and Francis mostly enjoyed these days as long as he had something to do. He had already cleaned and sterilized all of his equipment and cleaned the chairs. He had also taken it up on himself to clean all of the hair washing stations and chairs, he was that bored. Though for now, he was looking at the hair products, trying to decide if there was something he wanted to do with Antoino's hair for his next performance, but he wouldn't fully know till he saw what it was Toni planned to do. Sighing as he put the product down, he move to grab the broom. Starting to sweep up some of he hair that had built up, he looked up as the bell rang.
"Are walk-in's ok or should I come back later?"
Smiling at the new customer, he walked over and bowed slightly before straightening up. This was a new customer and he really wanted to make sure this man enjoyed his time here enough to come back and recommend it too his friends. He could see why this man wanted a hair cut, it was down to his shoulder, and while Francis himself had long hair, it suited his face and worked well. This man though, this long hair didn't seem to suit him all that well, and he could tell that there were split ends in that hair. But he wouldn't say it. He would let the man tell him how long he wanted it, for that was the way to excellent customer service.
"I can take you right now Mon Ami~ Come on back to my chair and lets talk about what you want done." Motioning to his set chair, he waited for the man to sit before running his hands through that blond hair. "Did you have any ideas for what you wanted done? A trim alone? A wash an cut? Just tell Francis and Ill do my best to make your dreams come true~"
He winked in the mirror at the man in front of him, he hoped he didn't mind the flirting, for that's just how Francis naturally was, but if it made him uncomfortable, he would stop.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 9, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -5
Alfred couldn't help but blink a little in surprise when the sole blonde in the room took a...bow? Service industry people still bow in this day and age? Huh. He hadn't realized that. Weird. With a shrug, Alfred brushes off that latest revelation, smile in place as he lets the door swing shut behind him. If the other's welcoming bow(?) weren't enough incentive to come in, his words certainly are. "I can take you right now, mon ami~" the cosmetology student chirps, and only Alfred's voracious appetite for movies and such defines those foreign words in the American's ears. "Come on back to my chair and let's talk about what you want done.""I just want it cut like, short, y'know?" Alfred replies instantly, shrugging off his backpack. He's careful to set it in a little cubby near the door, where it's out of the way, probably won't get stolen, and definitely won't get covered in hair. With that out of the way, he wanders over to the chair in question, flopping comfortably into the padded seat. And, because he's done this plenty of times before, he reaches up to take off his glasses. He's not quite sure where to put them, so he just hooks it over the collar of his shirt with a shrug. He can't help but blink a bit in surprise when he feels fingers ruffle up his hair, though. "Did you have any ideas for what you wanted done?" the older blonde asks, turning the two of them towards the mirror. Alfred can't really see more than two people-shaped blobs of color, even when he squints, so he just lets the cosmetology student talk. "A trim alone? A wash and cut? Just tell Francis what you want and I'll do my best to make your dreams come true~"A bit of confusion blooms on the freshman's face at those words. So does that make him Francis, or is the guy talking about like...a teacher or teacher's assistant Alfred has to talk to in order to get his hair cut? He knows this one kid in one of his English courses who sometimes refers to himself and other people in third person. Is this guy the same way? Is it a European thing to slip into third person? ...Is the stylist actually European? The older blonde is either one of them "intellectuals" who watches waaay too much French Noire stuff and brags about how cool he is, or he's French. Alfred can't really tell. All the stereotypical images of French guys have the longish hair and a goatee, and a lot of the pretentious film students have scruff, so he can't really make a properly educated guess. After a moment, Alfred shrugs, brushing the thoughts aside. What's it matter, either way? All he wants is a haircut, why's he thinking so hard? "I think a wash and cut's a good bet, right?" Alfred asks, grinning at the Francis(?) blob over in the mirror. "I got a lot to cut off--been a while since the last time I got it cut. Just like...normal short in the back with bangs." Alfred doesn't really like how his forehead looks with his hair clipped super short; he's had bangs for so long he gets all weird when he doesn't have them. "And I'm like, Alfred, by the way, dude. Nice t'meetcha!"
Of course Al would completely miss the "flirting" and be confused over whether Francis Bonnefoy is Francis or is Francis someone else jfc you big dumb blonde *facepalm* |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 30, 2015 16:30:54 GMT -5
"I think a wash and cut's a good bet, right? I got a lot to cut off--been a while since the last time I got it cut. Just like...normal short in the back with bangs. And I'm like, Alfred, by the way, dude. Nice t'meetcha!"
“A wash and a cut is an excellent choice, mon ami~ I think I see what you’re going for… I’ll cut it to how I believe you are saying, then you can put your glasses back on and see. If it’s not short enough, you can tell me and I’ll trim it right up.”
This was an interesting man for sure, happy go lucky and willing to put the look of his hair in others hands. Smiling, he let his fingers card through the hair to get a feel for it. It was healthy, but a few split ends. Those would be easy enough to take care of. Moving his fingers to about the first place he would cut it to, below this Alfred’s ears. Looking back into the mirror, he smiled.
“Would this be a decent length, or do you want it shorter?”
Francis made sure to let his fingers touch the side of the blond’s head, so he could see where he was going to cut it off. He had a certain reputation to keep up. He was known to be a perfectionist. He had strived long and hard to be one of the bests in the class and so he was confident enough that he could do this too.
“Now, if you could follow me, let’s get started on the hair washing. And trust me, it’ll be one of the most magical things you’ve experienced today~”
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 29, 2016 20:41:57 GMT -5
'Mon ami'. Alfred's very, very basic knowledge and understanding of French tells him that means something like 'friend'. Probably 'my friend', if French works on similar rules as Spanish. That...probably confirms his hypothesis about this Francis dude having at least some French in him. "I believe I see what you're going for," Francis continues. Alfred forces himself to pay attention. This is the fate of his hair, after all. "I'll cut it to how I believe you are saying, then you can put your glasses back on and see." So, basically the usual for these things. His hair style isn't hard to screw up, so Alfred trusts the cosmetology student to make him look less ridiculous. Fingers card through his hair and draw a shiver out of Alfred. It's always felt weird to have people play with the strands of his hair. Not inherently bad, almost ticklish across his scalp. Sometimes, the sensations draw goosebumps along his skin. Alfred understands why some people like to be...pet, for lack of a better word. On the reverse, Alfred totally gets why people don't like this, either. Thankfully, Francis's fingers still near his ears, ending the weird feeling before he could start squirming. Alfred takes that as a cue to put his glasses back on, so he isn't futilely squinting at the mirror. "Would this be a decent length, or do you want it a little shorter?"Alfred frowns thoughtfully, staring hard at where slim fingers gently pinch thick strands of hair. "Ehh... that's definitely the longest I want my bangs t'be," he finally replies, still frowning at their reflection. "I ain't very good with visualizing this kinda stuff, but that kinda looks right?"That answer seems to work well enough for Francis, because he lets go of Alfred's hair and steps back. "Now, if you could follow me, let's get started on the hair washing." Alfred furrows his eyebrows as the other student gives him a weird grin. "And trust me, it'll be one of the most magical things you've experienced today~""Uh..." The blonde blinks in confusion, taken aback by that statement. "I...don't know about that, dude. You're just washing my hair, right?" Hair stylists are so weird... He always thought Mira, the woman back home who did his hair, was the only person who spoke like that about hair. Alfred stands up with fluid ease, rolling his shoulders before dutifully following Francis as he's been asked. "By the way dude, I can like, pull up some old selfies to show you what my hair usually looks like? Would that help ya see what I'm talking about?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 12, 2016 17:12:04 GMT -5
"Dude, you're only doing my hair, right?"
"Oui, but if you want eyebrows or your nails done, we can do that to, I can introduce you to my coworker."
Francis was all settled to give this boy a nice wash and cut, and only the services that was requested; he was a professional after all. Plus while this guy was cute, he wasn't exactly his type... he seemed almost too... perhaps innocent.
Not that Francis had a thing for the bad boys. .. Or girls for that matter, he just knew who he was attracted to, and this was only harmless flirting. His interest was piqued and he was vastly curious at seeing those pictures so he could make sure to give this client the haircut he wanted.
"Oui, show me one, that way I can get it exactly how you want it, non?"
Francis knew he was very good at his craft, very good at figuring out exactly what the customers wanted. He seemed to have an eye for this; a good sense of visualizing and then making it appear. But either way, he needed to get the hair washed first before anything could be done with it.
"Here Alfred, have a seat in my little chair here, all the way back now. Make sure to put your neck in the rest so your head is in the bowl"
He would put the towel over Alfred shoulders once he sat down, almost like a cape. Always made it much easier to dry that way. He would also make sure no excessive touching, no getting handsy with the customers. He wanted to build clientele, not drive them away by creeping them out.
"What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? It looks like you have very healthy hair from what I can see. We have a really good product here that we usually use, it’ll make your hair soft and shiny.”
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 24, 2017 15:24:20 GMT -5
Alfred laughs at the suggestion of getting his nails or eyebrows done. Not in mean spirit, but the idea of Alfred himself doing such a thing is enough to make him giggle, because Alfred knows he'll ruin any work done within a week. "No thanks, dude, I think I'm good with just the hair cut," Alfred says with a grin as he flops into the spinning seat all hair salons seemed to have. But before Francis could spin the chair around and tip it back towards the sink, Alfred has two things he needs to do. Firstly, he slips his phone out of his front pocket and searches for an older selfie that can actually show off his hair cut well enough to mimic. He keeps the screen just slightly tilted away from Francis, because the idea of somebody looking over his shoulder at his phone is embarrassing. Especially since he's got progress shots scattered throughout the usual images, and Alfred is very uncomfortable with the idea of people seeing those. Eventually, though, Alfred manages to pull up a decent selfie, letting it take up the entirety of his screen. "Here, I think this might work, yeah?" Alfred asks more than says, holding the device out for Francis to take--so he can get a better look. Then, before he can begin explaining himself again, Alfred tugs his glasses from his face once again, carefully hooking them to the collar of his shirt. Then he leans back with the chair, comfortably resting his neck in the dip of the sink basin. "Okay, so like, my bangs are to about here, kinda near my eyebrows, but the rest is short. Y'get what I mean?" Alfred's lifting his hands to gesture around his head as he speaks, though careful not to bump into or accidentally swat Francis in the process. After a short pause, though, Alfred's curling his fingers in the awkwardly curly strands of hair coiled right at his shoulders, making a face. "I just use Head & Shoulders, nothing special," Alfred says in response to Francis's question, finally sitting still so the stylist could get that towel around his shoulders. "I started with conditioner once my hair started getting too long and all tangled, but it's kinda a pain, y'know? I don't really care if my hair...shines or whatever, though. I just want it short."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 9, 2017 14:14:40 GMT -5
"No thanks, dude, I think I'm good with just the hair cut,Francis had figured that would be all that the man in front of him would end up needing, but he had to offer the rest of the services anyway. At least this way he could say he did offer if anyone asked. He waited now for Alfred to get to the picture of hair the way he liked it, not looking at the phone currently, but instead just arraigning some things in his station. Though once the phone was held up, he studied the picture and nodded, getting a good picture in mind of how it should hang and how he needed to cut it. He would leave the cowlick along as he seemed to always have that no matter his style. "Okay, so like, my bangs are to about here, kinda near my eyebrows, but the rest is short. Y'get what I mean?"“I see…well, just leave it in my capable hands. We’ll get you the right haircut. And if it’s not exactly what you wanted, I’ll do my best to fix it. Here’s your phone back.”He didn’t look through anything else, it was none of his business. He was just happy to have a clearer picture of what the client wanted. Moving to put the towel around his shoulders, he started humming and turned the water on and felt it with his wrist to make sure it was a good temperature. “Now lean back, with your neck in the neck rest, and we’ll get started. Well, even if you don’t use much of anything, you have very healthy hair. I know many that would kill for hair like yours. Now, what’s your major, if I may ask? I don’t think I’ve seen you much around the campus?”
Alfred Jones
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 23, 2018 0:03:34 GMT -5
Alfred gives himself a mental pat on the back and a promise for a small cheat on his "regulated diet" for not making grabby hands once the stylist gives him back his phone. Instead, he shifts in his seat to tuck his phone back into his pocket. However, Alfred can't help but smile, staring not at the blurry figure of Francis standing over near his shoulder but up at the ceiling. "Dude, I totally trust your capable hands! Especially compared to mine," he says with that same grin. "I was near desperate enough to just buzz it all off--I dunno how people like, stand having their hair this long. I can like, feel it against the back of my neck and in front of my ears and it's kinda ticklish, and super distracting!" He laughs, but it's a little more self conscious. "Plus I look so dumb like this, y'know? So I'll be glad to leave this to someone who knows what they're doin'."Especially since Alfred's only had his hair cut down to a buzz exactly once, back just after he'd been sent to live with his father after the separation. His new...step-mother, as it'd been too difficult to call her 'ma' like he did his mother, had had one of her assistants shave his head after he'd gotten gum stuck in it. Alfred remembers, not fondly at all, crying like a baby, and his father telling him such. His hair had grown back quickly, true to form, but despite his "desperation", Alfred knows he'd rather deal with an honest-to-god mullet over buzzing his hair again. Francis, however, seems unbothered by Alfred's momentary lapse into unpleasant memory lane. He's got the water running and is wetting Alfred's hair--a process that might take a bit more time than usual, considering how thick Alfred's hair really is. "I know many that would kill for hair like yours," He says like it's both a secret and a compliment, which makes Alfred chuckle a bit despite himself. Alfred knows he probably missed a bit of the conversation, but it'd be rude to ask Francis to repeat himself, right? That's what Alfred's teammates say when he asks them to repeat themselves, anyway. "Now, what's your major, if I may ask? I don't think I've seen you much around the campus?"Alfred blinks a bit, then shrugs as best he can with the sink practically pressed against them, with the neck-rest and all. "My hair's really not all that great, right? It's just...hair. But I haven't like-- I haven't declared a major yet, honestly." Shit, Alfred has completely forgot about that, distracted as he's been spending time with new friends and his brother and trying to stay on top of his schedule. "I took a gap year or whatever, so like, I'm just dippin' my toes in everythin'?" Alfred hums, closing his eyes as the water passes a bit close to his eyes. "I haven't really wandered to this part of campus tho--I'm in all the freshman buildings y'know? S'probably why. And you're a...crap, what're y'all called? Cosmo...tology? Wait, ain't cosmos gotta do with space? You're a beauty student. S'that what it's called?"
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