Apr 01, 2011 19:50
[There is Clarice, staring at her reflection in a mirror. She frowns, suddenly, surveying the view. It appears as if she's carefully examining her complexion like anyone around her assumed age would.
Then, with a sweeping motion, she pushes her hair off.
Only to reveal that her real hair is actually beneath in a combination of colors and locks that could only be described as:
RAINBOW MOHAWK.]
!clarice,
irene,
teresa