As soon as Tempest was finished with her task at the bank, she headed further down the street to a hair salon where she was going to get her hair dyed and cut. After many hours of deliberating with herself about her new look she had determined what would be the best and broken it down into several alternate styles.

Style one- red hair cut along her jaw line. Style two- dark brown hair, permed, with loose curls that would frame her face and fall just a little past her shoulders. Style three- glossy black hair with blue highlights, cut just at the shoulder.

She figured that in order to complement the different looks she would have to so something like pierce her ears or get a tattoo. Nothing big and eye grabbing since something small and simple would do.

So after hitting a piercings store and buying a small gun to use to pierce her ears along with several pairs of 10 kt gold, sterling silver, and two pairs of dainty dangle pearl earrings.

Pocketing the little gun and the bag of stuff that she had bought, she continued on until she reached the hair salon and sighed and lifted one hand to touch her silvery blonde hair before pushing the door open. God she was going to miss her natrual color.

The second she stepped into the salon this teeny bopper that looked like she was no older than twelve greeted her. "Hello ma'am. How may I help you today?"

Tempest blinked at her and picked up one of the stands of her hair that was hanging over her shoulder. "I need a dye job, a perm and a hair cut. Not exactly in that order."

"I see. And what look exactly are you going for?"

"Going for?" Tempest asked stupidly, not liking how some of the people in the back had stopped what they were doing to look at her.

"Yeah. What color do you want your hair? What kind of perm do you want? And how much length do you want taken from your hair?"

"Oh. Dark brown. The darkest you've got. A loose perm where maybe it hangs in waves but curls at the tips. Those ridiculous spirals just don't suit me. And I want my hair to fall just a little bit past my shoulders"

The girl got up and walked around her desk to look her over, pausing just for a second to say. "You're hair would look better just styled a specific way. That way you could keep some of the length- maybe a little past your shoulder blades. We have a number of stylist who could make you up really nice. And it would be a hell of a lot easier on your hair once it's been dyed."

Tempest sighed. "Whatever you think is best-" She said, not wanting to waste any more time by arguing.

The girl grinned at her and called for someone named Helen and before Tempest could do or say anything else, she suddenly found herself being dragged into the back of the salon by a six foot seven, mullet haired woman who apparently bench pressed people like her for fun everyday.

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Leo had had no trouble getting to Tempest's apartment since he had only hit the street once he reached the building. And even if someone had seen him, they wouldn't have seen much as far as the green skin and bulky jacket. So when he entered the building and made his way up to the fifth floor where he found himself standing outside of Tempest's door, hoping that she was home.

Safe. Or maybe even still asleep.

Instead what he found once the door was open, was an empty apartment with the couch still folded down into a bed with the covers mussed. Sighing he stepped into Tempest's home and gently closed the door and relocked it so that he could sit and wait for her to come home.

He needed to know how she had been tied to the Foot Clan as well as what the hell she had done to make herself a target of the clans assassins. Sighing he stepped into the small apartment and tentatively looked for any sign of her things being moved or misplaced. Once he was assured that nothing had been touched or moved, he checked the one window to make sure that it was locked.

Then moved over to the bed and slowly sat down to wait for Tempest to come back so that they could talk.

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The second Helen was done drying her hair, Tempest looked at herself in the mirror and was barely able to recognize herself. The whispy dark brown strands falling in her face went well with her teal colored eyes. This may actually work- She thought as she scrutinized herself a little more closely in the mirror for a moment before standing up and digging out enough money to pay Helen for her work plus give her a well deserved tip.

Once that was done she waved bye to everyone then headed out of the salon to go buy some new clothes. She wouldn't need much. She could live with having just five shirts, three pairs of pants, two pairs of shorts, two dresses and two skirts. Maybe she'd grab some makeup too.

She wasn't sure. But she'd see what she could find.