The Hair Knows All

[moonmomma]

Write a paragraph or two from the point of view of your character's hair.

[moonmomma]

Quick and dirty, off the top of my head with no editing, from the POV of Perarre's hair, at the beginning of The Broken God:

Something is going on, I know it. Usually she just kind of bunches me up on the back of her head and sticks in a few hairpins, and that's it. I never stay in place; she never expects me to. I'm gorgeous and I know it, there's no reason why I should stay pinned up all tight. I think she knows I'm gorgeous too. That's why she never tries to make me stay put. But today - yeowch!! She's got me pulled back tighter than a pair of size 8 shoes on a size 10 foot, with about a hundred hairpins stuck all over the place. What on earth --?

Wait, I know. It's that guy, the one she's applying to work for. She must really want that job, although I don't know why, after what he said. "Hair neatly arranged," indeed. I'm dying here. But here we go, off to see if Mr. Neat likes her work and her hairstyling...

Well, he seems to like her work. I don't know if that's good or bad. Bad if it means I'm going to get treated like this every day. But wait a minute,what's he saying? "When I suggested yesterday that you attend to your grooming, I did not intend that you should make yourself into a hedgehog. You may remove as many hairpins as may be causing you undue discomfort."

Ah, that's much better. I think I might like this job after all.

[moonmomma]

Roric's hair, from beginning to end of The Broken God (quick and dirty, no editing):

You know, I like being nice and short. It's much cooler, and I feel nice and light, and I can stay exactly in place where I like to be. But it's been THREE WEEKS since I was supposed to get cut. It doesn't hurt me, you know, I don't have any nerve endings. I like our nice little routine, every four weeks. Wait a minute, what do you mean YOU FORGOT??? Is this what happens when you get yourself mixed up with a woman, you forget about me? I've been with you a lot longer than she has.

... (much plot happens)

Okay, this is disgusting. I've got blood all over me. Can I get cut now? Or at least washed? GAH!!

...(more plot happens)

Dude! It's been a freaking YEAR AND A HALF and you STILL haven't cut me!!! What do you mean, she likes it long? Are you sure she's talking about your hair? Just a trim, please? Get rid of the split ends? Ahh, that's much better.

[wildbreeze]

Wildbreeze's fur, to the point where I am in writing, on the mountain. (I'll explain that later... )

A cool breeze. Too cold, actually. I fluff up at request to keep her warm. Wait... I can feel her thinking. Her little mind racing. Where's her mother? Her fur against me...

Ahh. There it is... But there's something wrong. Her mother's fur is cold. Icy, actually.

Exhilaration. Where is she going so fast? I feel thorns tug at me, ripping me out. Ouch! Stop it! What are you doing?? I feel the wind in me for a long time. She's running so fast!

Dirt. She fell in dirt. She's not getting out? Ew! Clean me please!! No... she fell asleep.

As she wakes up, I feel myself fluff out in fear. Why's she afraid? Ugh. More running. Ow! Tree bark scraping against me, tearing at me. Then she jumps, and I get covered in dirt again.

As she keeps going (and she does, for a long time), it starts raining. Great. Now I'm wet, dirty, and plastered against her skin. She fluffs me up to try to keep warm. I feel cold rock against me. She begins licking me. Yes, finally! No... she fell asleep again. Oh, I hope this doesn't last too much longer... Where is she going? Where is her mother? Oh, I'm so dirty.....

[claregurl]

Stella's hair, during a battle.

At this point, i know she hates me. OW!! I wish these people would stop trying to catch her by her hair, which is ME! And now she is angry. Now she has fire coming from the palms of her hand. Now she....OW! IM ON FIRE! OH MY GOD IM ON FIRE! NO! DONT GO ATTACK SOMEONE, YOU ARE GOING TO PUT ME OUT RIGHT--

Okay. She was thrown to the ground. I am now covered in dirt, but at least im not on fire. I hate this girl...

[moonmomma]

wildbreeze & claregurl - I like those!

[snowodin]

Ehm........... I have many characters. But I suppose I'll choose... Kasper? My persona? Anyway, this is him in the shower....... hush. XD

My, my. How nice it is, the water running over me. As it slowly drips off me, below my carrier, onto the floor, I can't help but feel happy. A shower, as it was called, always felt so nice.
First of a shower, was the rise. It always feels so nice for my carrier's fingers to run though me, making sure my underside gets wet as well. The grime rinsing off of me, such a lovely feeling!
Next, the Shampoo. As the gel-type-liquid is placed onto me, I feel so excited! Every time, soon after, it would be scrubbed and washed onto me. As it lathered, so did my joy! There's no comparison to the pure joy I feel as the lather is washed away, and I feel completely rejuvenated!
Thirdly in the cycle comes the Conditioner. Such a mysterious ability it possesses. As I'm laced with it, I begin to go more limp. I no longer have control over myself, and I hang as if with death itself. Not that I don't enjoy it, of course. As well as relaxing me, it makes me smell just oh so wonderful!
As the Conditioner is rinsed from me, I can feel my strength slowly returning. I can also feel the last of the grime letting it's grasp on me go. Clean, it's such a wonderful feeling!
This particular part, I admit, I do not look forward to. After feeling oh-so wonderful from getting clean, my carrier just loves to torture me by rubbing and scrubbing a large clothe-type item, a Towel, all over me. No matter how hard I try to speak, to say I do not enjoy it, it only ever comes out as a small, inaudible squeak. Although, as much discomfort as I have for this part, I do like that most of the weight from the leftover water is relieved.
Second-to-last, might I add my favorite part, is from a loud contraption my carrier calls the Hair Dryer. As he turns it on, though the noise it makes is very tedious to listen to, I can't help but feel warmth and joy inside of me. I can feel myself slowly heating up, eventually becoming very cozy. As my carrier moves me from side-to-side, up-and-down, I let the heat soak into me. I let the last of the remaining water leave. I let the moments last.
Lastly in the cycle is the Brush-And-Band combination. My carrier takes a large platform, spike-type plastic objects jutting out of it's face, and runs it through me. Although it does hurt at times, it feels good. It takes out all the knots which causes me discomfort. It relieves tangles, and overall, stress on me. After a good amount of this, my carrier exchanges it for a circular elastic band. The way I am placed into this differs. Sometimes, I'm just weaved into it, so that I may sit tightly and free. Other times, my carrier throws me about in patterns, and I am weaved into a rope-type pattern, the band at the end instead of the beginning.
The shower cycle complete, my Carrier stares into a reflector called a Mirror. Although I don't know exactly why he bothers occasionally shaving my brethren hair on his, what appears to be face, I don't mind. It does not harm me. Instead, I stare at myself. I can never cease to be amazed at how luxurious I look. After that, what happens in the day differs. All I can say is that when it's over, I cannot wait to repeat this process.

.... that wasn't short at all. That took nearly 4k characters.... Sorry! I got carried away! DX
Edit; Wow... only just now did I realise that it said "Paragraph or two"
............ I fail. e3e *Goes off to write a MUCH shorter version*
Edit2; Can I keep the longer version up for a bit? until I get it saved? I like it... XD

Oh, the joy I feel when washed. It goes exactly as mentioned on the bottle; Lather, Rinse, Repeat. First the lather, which clenses me. Secondly, the Rinse. That gets any gunk the shampoo may leave behind, which just turns into a gunky mess. Thirdly, I'm washed again, but with Conditioner.
Next up, as I leave the clensing area, I enter the place where I dry. Although I hate the first part, which is just rough, though the second part warms me to my roots. I feel much lighter losing all the water, and afterwords, the results are just outstanding.
I assure you, no one can beat my looks. And the best part of it? After a long day, the next morning, I can become clean again, and dazzle myself once more.

[moonmomma]

snowodin: wow! you ARE the hair ;D great job, don't worry about the length *no no no not a shorter version!* love the detail!

[moonmomma]

expanding on wildbreeze and claregurl's entries: both of you, i can feel the tension and action in the story just from what the hair is experiencing. the fear and cold in wildbreeze's entry, and in claregurl's: "At least I'm not on fire."

I think this is a really good exercise in characterization as well as in showing a character's feelings, not just saying "she felt cold" or "she panicked because her hair was on fire."

[moonmomma]

snowodin: leaveitup leaveitup leaveitup leaveitup leaveitup!!!!!!

[plasticat]

Utterly awesome Snowodin. Guess I might as well do one of these now too. I'll go with Dekk Rant, because he is my third favorite of all my characters and the first two wear hats.

What is this guy's problem? I mean, aside from how his eyes are messed up... He goes running around, jumping from one place to another, underwater one minute, hanging over lava the next. I think I'm still singed a little. And now there's dirt and rocks flying everywhere, some of which is bound to end up on me. Oh, great, more energy beams. He must be like some sort of magnet for- Woah! That one was close. It could of hurt me! I don't think he fully appreciates me. And now he's off again. Not back into that spaceship again...

A while later-

Hello! You are a complete idiot. I told you how many times to run from this giant scorpion thing and what do you do? Make it mad. Didn't know it could spit venom, did you? Now I've got that in me.

Much, much later-

You would think that after winning a war, this guy would be happy. I was sure that after that ended, I'd be the happiest hair in the universe, but no, he just had to go and get caught up in another war. Oh, no, that guy doesn't have one of those fire launching thingies does he? Yup, he does. Would you mind running before I get burned?

... Eh, oh well....

[moonmomma]

Dear Dekk Rant's Hair:

Having once been accidentally set on fire when my bearer? person? whatever leaned back onto a lit candle on the desk behind her during an Easter celebration at school in 2nd grade (this was long long ago in a place far far away), I can sympathize.

And here, have some nice shampoo.

Sympathetically,

MoonMomma's Hair

[claregurl]

Hello! I am writing in my plot journal at the moment, writing the ballroom climax scene while it's still fresh in my mind. I thought I would expand on the "Stella's Hair" thing by writing from that point.

Am I dreaming? After about an hour of being brushed and curled by those friends of hers, she is actually treating her hair like a teenage girl should! Not to mention that she actually looks like a teenage girl should for once! IT'S AMAZING!

Even after about an hour of dancing, she has kept her hair intact! EVEN MORE AMAZING! I'm so happy, I don't even care that I can feel her nerves tensing up with fear and anger as she runs to the back of the school where the maze is! WAIT. WHAT?

27 MINUTES LATER

AHH!!!! Someone help me! Fire, guns, bullets, AHHH!!! Every single time! She takes care of me, then gets in some huge fight with someone out to kill her. And now she is just skipping along, playing with the little fire--Oh look, you got shot. Haha. That's what you get for not paying attention to your hair more often. Why are you still fighting? You got shot...isnt that supposed to like, make you not fight anymore? Wait, don't you dare collapse! OH NO!

Oh, hooray. She is getting up. Although she feels different. Her nerves are relaxed, almost as if they aren't responding any longer. She's raising her hand for some reason...did someone ask a question? That little marking on her hand is running down her arm like ink...I didn't think burns were supposed to do that. Oh well. Something is making itself out of flames and smoke VERY close to me, and its making me uncomfortable and--

OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT! SHARP OBJECT! OH MY...IS THAT A SCYTHE?! SHE'S ANGRY AND SHE HAS A SCYTHE! WE'RE ALL DOOMED!!!!

And thats all i have so far! It was fun to write from the pov of something that over reacts too much! I laughed alot while writing this.

[moonmomma]

claregurl: don't you love how writing from a different (very different) pov can give you more perspective on your character and scene.

poor hair, helpless to do anything except go along for the ride.

oh! *has an idea for another writing challege*