tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; A long, long time ago: Oct 18, after this.
Rating; R (language!)
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notverypriestly
Summary; Priestly's bald, Anna's going to help him pick out some wigs. Oh, what? Yeah, he does kind of look like that guy, too. Probably gonna be a cool little thing about it, too. But seriously this is about the wigs.
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Priestly, in his shirt and Powder hat, is standing outside his building in wait for Anna to help him locate a store that sells wigs and subsequently pick one out. Apparently his voice reminded her of someone she knew, which couldn't be a bad thing. He was homesick too, so maybe if he helped someone else out, he'd feel a little better. Maybe the nervous bald twitching would cease.

Plus, you could never have too many friends, especially in a place like the City.

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Anna rounds the corner and freezes, her hands stuffed in the light jacket she was wearing. It was uncanny... and really creepy when she thinks about it, because he really does look like Dean.

...and that's the closest she's come to home since the Winchesters left her in this, probably literally, God-forsaken City.

It was almost enough to make her miss the asylum.

But she steeled herself, put a smile on her face and waved. "Priestly?"

"The one and baldly!" He grins despite the fact that he's kind of pouting, hunched down in his coat and hat. He puts his hand out as he closes the rest of the space between them. "I can't thank you enough for just helping out some strange dude who's having a pathetic crisis."

It's something he's getting used to here, the fact that people are a little more open to making friends and allies.

He sense of humor is different, not bad, but definitely not Dean - but then she doubts that Priestly has been through a quarter of what Dean had.

"Not a problem, I like helping out when I can." She takes the hand with a friendly squeeze. "Besides, I needed to get out more and its nice to finally put a f-face to the voice."

He can roll with that; everybody needs to get some fresh air once in awhile, and who could turn down trying on wigs? Crazy people, that's who.

"Well, be warned, this isn't my normal face. Usually there's more hair in this area and around in here," he says, moving his hands around his mouth, chin and jaw. He fidgets with the hat a little, and that reminds him that they actually have a goal in mind. "Well, now we're officially out, we should probably get about. To the wigs?"

"To the wigs."

Anna pointed toward the center of the City, "There's plenty of shops in the center of the City, I'm sure we can find a costume shop there or something."

The search for fake hair was on, and Priestly was begrudgingly excited about it. Sure, his precious hair was gone but look, new friend!

"Okay Anna, so million dollar question. Crop circles; elaborate hoax or aliens communicating?" He likes to start off with the good stuff right away. Favorite color and hometown could wait, this was important!

She laughs, because, really? But it seems oddly important to him so with a smirk she decides to give him an alternative.

"Angel raves. Not only do they dance on the head of a pin, but they like to do it in the great outdoors, too."

Although the resulting image of Castiel or Uriel doing anything of the sort brings its own bittersweet amusement, she's glad to have something to talk about that's... a bit silly.

It's a little fairy tale for his taste, but the fact that she came up with something completely odd and out of the blue wins her bonus points. Especially with the hilarious visual Priestly gets from it.

"Oh my God that is awesome," he replies. "Do they get glow sticks and do the freaky dancing and shit? Because I might jump over to the angel side if that's the case."

"I imagine it's a little freaky, yeah."

She shrugs, "They don't get out much... I imagine."

"You think? I always thought angels were pretty mobile, what with the wings and the angel-ness." Priestly's a little bummed out at the thought that he might be way wrong.

"Mobile, yeah. But getting out? They're on a pretty short leash."

Anna listened to herself and hastily added, "I'd imagine - I mean, they have orders, things to do, work, I guess."

Because she was trying to be normal here in the City, she really was, and talking like you know the heavenly host by name, even if you do? Is not normal.

Priestly looked at her for a moment. Anna knew an awful lot about angels, and Priestly could admit that he was not exactly the most religious of men. "You study this stuff or something? I always thought angels just chilled out, answered some prayers. Although I think I remember they do the burning fiery thing, right?"

"My Dad was a Deacon at our church." It's not a lie, not exactly and she hopes it's enough to assuage his curiosity. The last part made her wince a little, "I think that smiting you're thinking about. And it takes different forms."

Uriel had practically been an artist at it... so had she once upon a time.

"Oh. That's pretty cool." He's more than content with her answer.

"I have to admit to being less than religious. My knowledge of angels and heaven is the same as my knowledge of like, I dunno. Arabic. Crawfish. Definitely on that list of Things I Don't Know," Priestly chuckled, and forced himself to stop rambling.

"I like those lists. They're a good guide for what you should learn. Although I might be with you on the crawfish part." She smiles and points out a shop - "Wanna try in there?"

Priestly nods and pulls open the door, allowing her to enter before him. When he does get in, he purses his lips in thought at the pretty decent selection of wigs before him.

"Ooh, there's a Rick James over there. Bet I could totally pull that off," he jokes, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

Oh, wow. This could be fun. "Bet you could, but can I see you in the Don King, please~."

She uses the puppy eyes and everything. She needed this, she's smiling and she really needed this.

Priestly cannot even start to resist puppy eyes, especially not on a pretty girl. He turns away first before pulling off the hat, and sliding the Don King onto his head. When he turns around, he's got a cheesy smile on his face.

"He is white, but he can fight," Priestly says (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9-tje0Re0o), in an awful mockery of King's voice. He can barely keep from giggling while he does it.

Okay, it was just as ridiculous as she thought it would be so she doesn't even try to hide the laughter.

"Um... how about this." She hands him another gag wig.

He eagerly tries it on, hamming it up and laughing at Anna's reaction and at himself in the mirror. As they go through more and more wigs, he finds himself just getting more comfortable with the baldness, oddly.

"Thanks, Anna. This is definitely what I needed." He's serious, but the levity might be subdued by the fact that he's got a hot pink pigtail wig on now.

"Me, too." She hasn't laughed like this since before the voices started and she was beginning to think she never would again. She even gives the pigtail a playful tug. "I think you were better off with Don King."

"Agreed. It's kind of like a mohawk, too, if you squint." He pulls off the pigtails and replaces Don King, fluffing the fake hair here and there. He's primping, even if it is a haggard old man's hair, he can at least pretend to care how it looks, right?

Anna reaches out to help. "But honestly, I don't mind the bald so much."

"Thanks. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have to live with it for a little while. I'm just so used to having a good amount of it," he replied, shrugging a little self-consciously.

"Change, even major change isn't necessarily bad. Even if it's not by choice."

Anna shrugs. "It just becomes a new part of you.

"That's kinda deep. I like it." He smiles - her words definitely remind him of when he moved away from home. "Sounds like you know personally."

"It's something I keep thinking about is all."

"I get it. Everyone's gotta ponder sometimes." Priestly grabs another wig, something resembling his usual mohawk 'do and heads toward the counter.

She leans on the counter while the cashier rings him up.

"So what are you going to do with these tomorrow? I mean, the curse will be over and you'll have your hair back."

Priestly mulls the thought over for a moment while receiving his change. "I think I'll just hang onto them. If I ever get bored or they play tricks on my hair again, I'll be prepared!"

"Oh, hey, Halloween's coming up, too. You can wear one then."

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