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{ ☪ } Holy rabies, could her father think of a lamer hotel activity? First it had been Zombie Zumba, then Whisper Down the Cemetery, but this was by far the most uncool itinerary event the undead count had come up with—‘Makeover Mayhem’. Entrusting any guests that were willing to participate with a pair of jagged scissors and hair-die, each monster was to give another a surprise makeover. How any of that sounded like a good idea was beyond the 117 year-old vampiress; she’d have to pull her father aside soon and tell him this hair butchering idea had t’go.

    Until then, Mavis had high-tailed it out of the lobby the first chance she had got and quite literally had flown to the quiet safety of the collosal hotel’s roof. Even when the place was packed, the roof usually remained untouched—perhaps the monsters staying enjoyed her father’s either dull or whacky events and she had just grown tired of them. Who knew? In a temporary fog of violet smoke, the girl left her wings behind and returned to her human-esque form, shrugging off her thoughts before taking a seat on a shingle or two. That was when something caught her eye—

    Snowy locks and baby blues..staring right at her. Oh.

    Azure hues met the mirroring pair. The fact that he was barefoot and resembled either a human or vampire had her black lips pursing in wonder. Who the Hades was… Had he came up here to avoid the crowd inside as well? —Wait. Was he around her age? It seemed it!

    Talk about rarities back to back! Immediately swelling with excitement and curiosity, Mavis sprung to her feet with fluid ease and nearly sprinted to the other while forgetting all manners…and the fact that she still held scissors. Yeah, oops. Red sneakers skidding to a stop as the male took a more defensive stance, Mavis rose a dark brow and looked him over. There was no mistake she could see him though, for he was met with a playful smirk as she waved the scissors around.

Noting that everything past his question seemed more playful than threatening, Jack decided to lower his staff. Though, he wasn't letting his guard down. Not when this girl was here to cut his hair. Clearly. His own lips turned up into an amused smirk. "Yeah, I'm even more sure now. Haircuts are definitely not part of greeting someone. Unless it is where you're from. I mean, sure that's cool and all, but I'd rather not get some weird haircut. I doubt I'd even look good with a fohawk."

While he talked, though, he realized he really didn't know exactly where he had decided to rest on his constant journey. All he knew was that he was glad he hadn't decided to fall asleep on this roof. He would have woken up with some weird hairstyle. Wouldn't be the first time. Heh. 

It wasn't the first time that he found himself he wasn't familiar with, though. In all his years it almost impossible to see everything. Especially since the world was constantly changing. Where there was a forest before, there could be a new building or two come the next winter he visited. And so, he found himself brushing the thought off as he tugged on his pink bangs. "'Sides, don't y'think I have weird enough hair already?" he chuckled. 

Not really waiting for a response, Jack rocked back on his heels before beginning to walk around the dark clad girl. She really was different. Well, pushing the hair cutting thing aside -- she was able to see him and didn't even question some weird guy hanging out on the roof with her. That had to be something, right? Though as he looked over her, he really didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She was pale, had black hair... wore black and red; not too different from some teens he had seen through his adventures around the world. 

Time to get some answers.