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Well. It had only been a matter of time, with all these changes in Natalie's life, both big and small. She wasn't entirely the same girl who'd left Montreal for school in the States two years ago, nor was she entirely the same girl who'd gone to school in Fandom. Transitions and rites of passage and email correspondence with semi-important people around the world could change a person.
So long story short, Natalie had gone to a hairdresser and had about half the length of her hair lopped off. It still hung down a little past her shoulders, but not all the way down to her lower back like it had before. Maybe it made her look more grown-up. She didn't know. That hadn't been her reason to do it. She wasn't sure she even had a concrete reason. It was a whim, an itch she'd had in the back of her mind for about a week. And now she'd done it. (And was not thinking about the last time she'd had hair this length. It was irrelevant.) She'd gotten her hair cut, and even styled a little bit. Not curls, but waves.
And now she was back at her apartment, looking at herself in the giant bathroom mirror.
So this was what she looked like now.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual stuff.]
So long story short, Natalie had gone to a hairdresser and had about half the length of her hair lopped off. It still hung down a little past her shoulders, but not all the way down to her lower back like it had before. Maybe it made her look more grown-up. She didn't know. That hadn't been her reason to do it. She wasn't sure she even had a concrete reason. It was a whim, an itch she'd had in the back of her mind for about a week. And now she'd done it. (And was not thinking about the last time she'd had hair this length. It was irrelevant.) She'd gotten her hair cut, and even styled a little bit. Not curls, but waves.
And now she was back at her apartment, looking at herself in the giant bathroom mirror.
So this was what she looked like now.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual stuff.]
