|| Prejudice | Private Rp with ShadeStar||

"Oh there are other reasons," Alexa tried to keep her cool but the thoughts were starting to rile her up, "You may think it's cool, but it's not normal. And people like to target what isn't normal and use it against a person."

"That's very true," Arsen said, noticing how this was a touchy subject. "For instance, my outstanding handsomeness. Everyone else is so jealous of it that they can't help but make fun of me."

"Oh I doubt it," Alexa rolled her eyes and leaned against the counter. She took a large swig of the grape juice, "Being handsome fits in with societal standards. Can we just drop the subject?"

"If you insist," Arsen said, sighing dramatically and slumping against the counter. He glanced at the desk, where papers were strewn all over. "Should we try to meet with the resistance?"

"It might be our best bet," Alexa replied keeping her answers short to let her temper cool down a little bit, "Or at least my best bet."

"Okay, then. And since neither of us could find a way to contact them early, we'll have to wait."

"Yep," Alexa let out a long sigh as she hopped back on top of the counter, "Let's hope we don't get caught between now and then."

"But who knows whether that will work or not," Arsen said, rubbing his face. "We can hope, and pray, but it probably won't work."

"Yeah, do you think we could go back to that bar?" Alexa suggested with a slight shrug, "We might be able to meet up with them faster that way."

"Maybe? But now that the System knows that we've been there, they might be watching the place. So if we did, we'd have to be very, very careful."

"That's a good point," Alexa rubbed at her face as she thought, "You wanted me to dye your hair right? If we're gonna try and do anything we should get our hair dyed at least."

"Yeah. That would be nice, thanks." Arsen shook his head. "But I feel like we need something more than different hair and clothes." He shrugged. "Not that I have a clue as to what that would be."

"If we could modify facial features that would be best," Alexa responded hopping off the counter so she could go to her bag with all the dyes and contacts, "But I don't have anything like that with me. I have colored contacts if you want to try and use that."

"Sure, why not. Blue eyes are kind of easy to remember." Arsen shrugged, following her. "I wish we did. Maybe I'll get one of those fake mustaches from the dollar store. It will be great."

"Okay, they're a bit itchy to begin with but you get used to it," Alexa walked in and bet down to look through her bag pulling out any cosmetic supplies she had, "What color do you want? For the dye and eyes."

"Blonde for hair. Or some crazy color. I'll even go with pink. For the eyes?" Arsen chewed his lip. "Brown," he decided. "It's the most common eye color."

Alexa let out a laugh as she pulled out the bleach to get rid of the brown and the some of her blue and green dye, "I have blue or green for other colors, I could maybe get pink though. I have red dye and I could just go light with it."

"Green works." Arsen shook his head. "Unless you think I'd look better as a Christmas tree." He gagged. "Have you seen some of the hairstyles out there? They're awful!"

"I know!" Alexa responded grabbing the bleach and her sea-green dye laughing a little. She debated for a moment before grabbing her scissors as well, "Good thing your in my hands and I've done this before. Come on let's head to the bathroom."

"Oh no." Arsen looked fearfully at the scissors in her hands. "I'm starting to regret letting you be my hair stylist. Please don't cut off my ears!"

"Oh don't worry," Alexa rolled her eyes and began to make her way to the bathroom in her room, "I had been cutting my younger siblings hair for years before I went to Tanama."

"Before you went to - " Arsen shook his head. "But… my ears… my poor ears!" He shook his head with a grin.

"Your ears will be fine," Alexa said reassuringly as she started to bring him along with her to the bathroom, "I promise you that much. I won't cut it if you don't want me to."

"No, I trust you." Arsen shrugged. "I'm practically deaf, anyway. It's because I've been around you, hearing you talk too much. I've lost my hearing."

"Oye, I do not talk too much," Alexa brought him to the sink where she could easily get his hair wet and apply the dye, "Put your head into the sink. Face the ceiling if you would please."

"Fine." Arsen gave a mock-offended sniff. He did as she said, although twisting and holding his body that way was very uncomfortable.

"Hmmm let me get a chair so you don't look so uncomfortable," Alexa left the bathroom to grab one of the dining room chairs bringing it back into the bathroom, "Okay sit and do what I just told you to do."

"Yes, mother," Arsen grumbled, but sat, and did as she told. He had never had his hair cut by someone before, having taught himself to when he was seven, after his mom died.

Alexa thought for a moment before turning the sink on to get his hair wet, "Do you want to get it dyed or cut first? Your choice."

"Cut. Then you don't waste as much dye, and we can use it for later on."