Room 317- Thursday morning

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If anyone hadn't noticed any bruises obtained while fighting an assassin off Jessica this weekend, it was because this week was fail Sia had been very good about covering them up. It wasn't even a vanity thing, but she didn't so much want people asking questions when it wasn't really her story to tell.

The problem was that as the bruises were healing, it was harder to just cover them up with makeup and be done with it without it looking a little weird. So if anyone wanted Sia, she'd be at the mirror, trying different things to conceal the weird colors happening on her face. While a tiny white rodent thing sat on her desk watching it all, oops.


[Door cracked, post open.]

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Juliet tilted her head. "The way you have it is pretty good," she decided. "Do you want to try covering up your white streak? I got some pink hair mascara stuff and like never used it."

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"I'm good with my hair the way it is," Sia said, and frowned. "You think I should cover it up?"

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

Juliet shook her head. "No. Well -- for a change you could try it, but it's so distinctive the way it is that I wouldn't dye it for good. You're lucky."

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"I've never really thought much of it either way," she admitted, trying a bit more concealer in case that helped. "It's just always been there."

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"From the time you were a baby?" Juliet asked, with some mild interest. "I like it. It's unique."

She watched Sia with the concealer, trying to decide if she should comment on what looked to her like overuse.

[notconflicted]

"It isnt as much unique as it is genetic," Sia said with a wry smile. "My father has it, too, as did my grandfather. Don't ask me how."

Because it made no sense.