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Jisanna Elizabeth Taylor
The sun cannot fall from the sky...
Can you hear heaven cry?
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The eighteen year old girl ran her hand through her shiny black hair as she strode along the concrete pavement. What to do? Money was starting to dwindle after five years of using what was left of it. It was sadly time to get a job. Pulling the sleeves down on her v-necked jumper she slid her hands into her pockets. What job to get? One that could easily suit her fiery attitude while keeping Jisa out of trouble. Her eyes narrowed and concentrated on the space in front of her she thought to herself quietly. A cool breeze tugged at the ends of her hair and crept up her spine. This Shifter was hardly qualified for a well paying job. So what was there? The whole idea gnawed at her stomach and made her clench her teeth, already stressing. Being an adult was horrible to be quite frank; dealing with endless bills, insurance, repairs, bank accounts… and everything else was enough to kill a person. Welcome to the Real World Jisa. The obvious candidates for ‘definitely out of the question’ jobs were: Waitress, Barista… well anything that involved looking way to easy and available to men. Jisa just wasn’t like that. A warm draft came from under a store door, the smell of hair products and lotion floated on the breeze toward her. A red and white sign stood out and beckoned the Shifter toward the store. A job paid, and you couldn’t always be picky about it. Changing direction she came closer to the store and she pushed the doors open. Two women were obviously with clients, and also a man was too. It was almost too much, the chatting and the laughing and the… femininity, she almost turned tail and ran. Well she would have, had a blonde woman not have seen her.
“Hey Dahl, what’cha need?” The woman was quite small and a little chubby but obviously cheerful and willing to help.
Jisa stared for a moment before she opened her mouth, “I saw the wanted sign outside… and I thought I’d come and have a look.”
The woman looked her up and down. “You sure you’d be wantin’ a place here? You don’t seem like that type o’ gal if you know what I mean.”
“Oh stop scaring help off Laine, the girl wants a job and we need help.” The lavishly and strangely feminine man called from the back- while still concentrating on the hairstyle of his customer.
Jisa’s eyes darted back and forth, should she just walk out? “Well I can’t exactly be picky about what job I choose at the moment. I just need one.” She explained in her strong tone.
Laine looked like she was about to say something else, but then the man interrupted. “Hey Laine, come over here and finish Barb’s hair will you? I’ll take care of her.” His eyes sharply cut over to the darkly dressed Shifter.
“Sure.” Laine mumbled before swiftly taking over the guy’s spot.
The young man was only between twenty and twenty five, and even that was exaggerating. He had dark black hair and brown eyes, stubble highlighting his tanned jaws and around his mouth. The human stood abnormally straight for a boy. He was wearing a sort of black suit, though not quite and a hot pink tie. First of all his hand reached out to take some of Jisa’s hair, naturally she flinched back. His look was one of confusion but he brushed it off. One arm crossed over his torso and the other resting on it and his hand taking his chin he surveyed her.
“You are beautiful, but why do you hide such a figure in those dreary clothes? By the way I’m Johnny.”
His accent was a little thick, a European accent that Jisa couldn’t quite pin point. Johnny’s compliment was unnerving and made Jisa shift slightly. Where was her confidence when she needed it? Jisa stayed silent.
“Come, you can’t be offered a position in this salon looking like that.” His snippy tone and strong grip brought Jisa back into the real world. Wait what? “Andy, bring the scissors…” He snapped his fingers at a blonde girl about The Shifter’s age who was reading a magazine. “Laine once you’re done with Barb-” Johnny gave a pained look toward Jisa, “Bring all you’ve got, we’re going to need it on this one.”
Still Jisa was stunned. What was going on? Johnny’s persistent grip kept her on course through rooms and into a back room that looked very… professional. He roughly made her sit down and she strangely let it happen. He clapped his hands and his eyes stared down the doorway in exasperation.
“Ladies, please. Come on we don’t have all day!”
Soon at least five girls were in the room of all shapes and sizes and hair colors, Johnny was in his element barking out orders. The next moments were a blur as she was poked and prodded and she heard strange noises, it was like the lab all over again. Johnny’s voice came to her ears again. She wasn’t at the lab, Jisa was out and free and it would be okay.
“Oh my, look at this! What did you do to your poor hair? It looks like you cut it with a knife!”
Girls mumbled and murmured to themselves about it as they worked on Jisa’s face and hands, the poor Shifter didn’t know what to do. Little did they know it had been cut with a knife. Time passed and then Johnny was alone in the room with Jisa. Her face showed that she was clearly unimpressed by the ambush.
“Honey, don’t look at me like that,” Johnny told her. “Your face was begging for one of Johnny’s super Makeovers.”
The Shifter was still afraid to look in a mirror, what she would see would probably be an over processed, feminine version of herself and it wouldn’t look good. Instead she stared at Johnny, leaning on a counter staring at her. His face fell into a little pout.
“Oh come on, you can’t just not look at yourself girl.”
Jisa’s fearful blue eyes stared into his deep brown ones, resolution set into them. Finally she gave in; a small attachment to the man had already formed for her.
“Fine,” She held her hand out for the mirror, which he gladly retrieved for her and placed it into her palm. Taking a deep breath she looked at herself. An unfamiliar woman stared back at her; her glossy hair was pulled away from her face and still fell down her shoulders. Haunted and melancholic blue eyes gazed up at her like the dark ocean. Defined cheekbones housed lengthened eyelashes that darkened her eyes and made her seem like a Greek Goddess. Her lips were slightly glossy but not too much that it seemed tacky; her jaw line seemed more set than ever. This was a woman the world had never expected to see grow up, or look quite like she did then. Swallowing she set the mirror down and her eyes strayed back to Johnny who was waiting for her to say something expectantly.
“Uh… thanks I guess,” Jisa stuttered quietly, not knowing quite what to say. It was like Johnny understood anyway.
“You’re welcome hon. now you’ll have the job, but only if you get out of those disgraceful clothes and wear something nice,” His brown eyes flickered around the room. “Luckily we do have spares.”
Jisa’s saddened blue eyes watched him leave and return with a pair of darkly colored clothes; obviously he got the vibe that she wasn’t quite ready for colors. Johnny passed them to her and left the room. Shrugging Jisa changed- and she wasn’t quite sure about the clothing choice. A black draped t-shirt ended just below her belly button; between the shirt and jeans, there was a space of tanned skin showing. The black skinny jeans were like what she would normally wear, so that was fine. A delicate gold necklace hung from her neck and her black converse went well. Pairing the clothing with the makeup, Jisa looked like she could be a model- though that was never going to happen. She walked out into the salon and asked about what her job would be. A receptionist, now that would be okay.

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The Tears of An Angel

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