From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri

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WHO: Grell, the Major
WHERE: Supahjail!
WHEN: Satur...day. Lunchtime.
WARNINGS: Fabulousness.
SUMMARY: Grell goes to fabulousify the Major and eventually discussion of Cinematic Record happens.
FORMAT: para?



How many weeks had he been in prison? Grell had been contemplating this all day for lack of anything better to do, and that continued into the cafeteria with a listless and bored lunch. Really, how much time had he wasted over three insignificant lives? It was a travesty. Personally, Grell was estimating...oh, two months? Apparently murder could net you a life sentence - and there was no way he would spend the next few centuries in these abhorrent conditions. Despite that, his attempts to find an escape route were all met with failure and disappointment - for being built by humans, this prison was remarkably well-built.

Really, all he wanted to do was have some fun.

"I suppose I'll have to wait until I'm loose, now won't I?" He sighed dramatically, getting some sidelong glances as he did. Needless to say, he wasn't the most popular person in the prison. Sighing again, a long-suffering one, he looked back down at his food with a slight grimace.

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[liebe_krieg]

Being the kind of maniac who found a rain of artillery shells upon his position to be a great thrill, the Major wasn't frightened of most things, not the way ordinary humans were. The prospect of a makeover at the hands of the grinning effeminate lunatic leaning closer and closer to him? That unnerved him just a bit. The Major did not want to be fabulous! He shook his head and backed away, a little frantically.

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Used to having his objects of interest resist whatever sick wonderful ideas he had had at that moment, Grell was undeterred. He leaned further over the table, reaching a hand out to catch a hold of his current target's jumpsuit.

"Now now, don't make it difficult! You'll look a thousand - no, a million times better than right now! You'll thank me, you really will."

[liebe_krieg]

Considering that Herr Sutcliffe so often referred to himself as though he was Frau Sutcliffe, the Major was not inclined to trust in his estimations of what looked good, especially on the Major. But Grell had an awfully good grip on his jumpsuit... and the Major's pride prevented him from attempting to attract the attention of a guard.

late forever I suck

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"Wonderful, we really will have to improvise here but I'm certain I can make you look far better than you do at the moment." Grell, completely oblivious to anything else at the moment (especially the food), made a show of lithely hopping over the table to the Major's side and performing a close inspection. "The hair needs to be done, you could use a bit of touch-up with the bruising - I can do a little, not much - a bit of styling," he went on and on, glancing around for anyone who might stop him.

[liebe_krieg]

A haircut and something to hide his bruises? That did not sound too bad at all. The Major dared to relax and smile a little wider. Perhaps Sutcliffe's... artistic vision did not extend as far as might be feared.

Still, the Major liked his hair, and began typing into his communicator. Your enthusiasm on my behalf is most welcome, Herr Sutcliffe. What precisely do you propose to do to improve my hair?

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"Hmmm," he purred, biting his lip distractedly as he reached up to play around with said hair, "a wash, of course~, possibly followed by...oh, a bit of dye, something to bring out your eyes. What color do you propose?" He asked it with a grin, in a sort of way that said I'll pretend to take your opinion into consideration, but probably won't. "How about red?"

[liebe_krieg]

"Nein!" The word was out of the Major's mouth before he could stop it, and he immediately clapped a hand to his jaw and groaned as pain shot through it. Still, it was worth it to make perfectly and absolutely clear to Herr Sutcliffe that the Sturmbahnfuhrer of the Millennium Group was not going redhead.