A Color and a Facial [Ostrich (Ramona)]

Ramona was doing her best to ignore everything that was trying to drag her down. She was trying her best to ignore every emotion trying to boil to the surface, and so she'd run. She'd run from the empty dorm, she'd run from the emotions, she didn't even know what she'd taken with her she'd just run. She wasn't exactly in the shape to run, but to the average person looking; it seemed like she was just out for a jog, not running from her emotions. She ran to her safe place; the spa. Here is where they didn't ask questions, and they made her feel like she could be whoever she wanted to be, and they made her feel pretty. This is where home was to her; that's all that mattered.
She smiled toward the girl in the wheelchair, but quickly looked away judging by the look on her face. When the stylist saw her, she frowned and came over and gave her a hug, to which Ramona gave her a small hug back. She timidly waved to the girl waiting there, who seemed so excited.
"I want whatever she's getting, her excitement is infectious..."
She couldn't help it, it was indeed infectious, and it flowed into her before she could stop it, the song flowing from her lips,
"I wanna smile like that, I wanna be like that,
I wanna live my life to the fullest-
ain't nothing holding us back now,
no no no, ain't nothing holdin' us back,
we've got the world at our finger tips,
we can take on the world,
ain't no one here to tell us no..."
A smirk curled over her lips. She felt like doing something wild, she felt like doing something crazy. Maybe it was just the impulse that was there...but she bounded toward the other girl.
"Love the colors you chose for your hair..."
She waved a hand toward her own hair, which was a rainbow of colors along the tips. She was thinking about changing it a little, but hadn't decided yet, and was busy thinking of something else.
"Hey, once we get done with this...have you ever thought about getting a tattoo? I dunno why, you just seemed the type who might."
She shrugged, biting her lip and rolling her eyes up in a bit of a nonchalant way.
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Ramona breathed a sigh of relief when the girl didn't shoo her away, and instead they started talking excitedly about dyes. She nodded a little to her color choices, putting her hand on her chin and thinking lightly about it. They were good, but she didn't know about the darkness of them, without the vibrant shades she normally did.
"What if I did highlights of the red and yellow and one of the purples, then tipped it with the green and other purple?"
She mused, half absentmindly as she tried to imagine her hair looking like that. As the two facial technicians came over she smiled sweetly and followed, never having done a facial before. Maybe it would relax her, other people said they did.
She glanced to the girl's shoulder, a little embarrassed that she didn't have one of her own to show. This girl seemed to be quite the force to be reckoned with, which Ramona could use right now. She wasn't sure why she was in such a slump, but it was happening.
"That's really pretty; is it the milky way?"
She figured it was polite to ask, or if it was a specific galaxy that the girl wanted to escape to. Ramona didn't even know what tattoo she would get if she got one.

Ramona didn't know how she'd handle the pain of getting a tattoo; but perhaps she could get one to cover up the freeze brand. It seemed she was welcome here on the island; so she shouldn't have any problem getting a tattoo at the shop, right? It was settled then. She'd get a white tattoo over the freeze brand, she just had to decide what.
"Have you ever thought about getting a rose? I think that's what I would get, a rose. Because beauty beneath the thorns."
She smiled to the woman who came over to start working on her facial, pausing only briefly in it when she heard the girl's next words, and felt her fingers slip into her hands. She glanced at their hands, her heart aching for the girl that had been here so briefly and then left. She didn't know what happened to her, she had just disappeared one day without a word. And then the girl asked about why she was here, and it just...she wasn't even sure how to really describe it all.
"My social worker figured I would be better off here than most other schools, I guess."
Luckily, she didn't have to explain much more because they started working on the facial, and she had to keep her both and eyes closed. The warmth of the other girl's hand though felt warm, and comforting, so she left it there.

Ramona smiled at the hand squeeze, giving the girl’s hand a squeeze back. She had only wanted to get the hair colors, but being around this girl seemed to quiet her inner turmoil about life in general. She watched the other girl a moment as the facial started, to see what needed to be done; then closed her eyes and stayed silent a moment.
In the relaxing state that it was putting her in, she started humming. Her thoughts went back to her history class, and the insanely cute professor. How could she possibly get a grown man to fall for her without having to use a spell? She didn’t even know if that kind of magic would hold...
“Hey Carra?”
She didn’t open her eyes yet, the facial still going on.
“How do you get a teacher to like you? Like...like you like you? That history professor is so perfect...”

Ramona bit her lip as there seemed to be hesitation from Carra in her reply. Maybe she had gone too far in asking such a thing. She cursed herself in her mind, and went to pull her hand away when Carra finally did reply-and so she relaxed it. Kaylen had never been in love before, but he made it feel like love at first sight was actually possible.
"Oh, I've done plenty of that. I even suggested starting a history club with him. But I must be flirting wrong then, because he never seems to look at me more than a student."
She stood up as instructed, still holding onto the girl's hand as they went to get their hair. She wasn't sure why she was, but it just felt right.
"He's a bit dorky sure, but he's so...passionate about what he does."
She blushed, dropping her gaze away. She took her other hand and started biting at her nails, nervous about it.
"Maybe I just don't know how to flirt right."