How's it going, guys? Hope you had a good week, and a good Friday the Thirteenth.
Thanks for the support, it means a lot.
Okay, I know the first episode doesn't officially come out until the eighteenth, but I already saw the first ten minutes of it. And let me tell you, I was dying from laughter because of the three minutes of it. I don't think I'm ever going to get over it. When it comes out, you will see why.
Anyways, let's see how Jordan will react to her present.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ninjago.
(Rachel's POV)
I pulled out the jar of waxing cream, a grin crossing my face. Jordan looked horrified as I opened it up, struggling fruitlessly against the multiple layers of duct tape and chains that bound her to the chair.
"Geez, Jordan, when was the last time that you shaved your legs?" Emily asked her, peering over the tops of her silver glasses.
"Why should you know?" Jordan snapped.
"Because your legs are almost as hairy as Cole's head," the Storm Kunoichi retorted.
"This will hurt," I warned the struggling Death Kunoichi as I spread the cream over a small section of her legs.
"Don't," Jordan pleaded, but it was too late. I had already pressed the plastic waxing strip firmly against the creamed area.
"Three, two, one." On one, I ripped the strip off. Jordan wailed in pain while I looked at the strip in disgust and amazement. It was covered in long, silky black hairs. I then turned my attention to the single stripe of bare skin. It made me think of Cole with a single, long bald stripe wrapping around his head. Sam gave a low whistle.
"We may have to take her in to the spa," she said. Jen, Emily, Nya, and I nodded.
"Jordan," Nya began coolly, "you're going to get the best relaxation therapy in all of Ninjago. They're professionals at this kind of stuff."
Emily whipped out her cell phone, dialed a number, and then waited for a few seconds.
"Hi, Jewel," she said, "yeah, I'm doing fine. But listen, I have to help one of my friends get ready for a date, but she is in major need for your ultra-deluxe-supreme. Do everything that you've got for her. How long will it take? Three to four hours? That's not bad. And how much will it cost? Really? It's on the house? Awesome. We'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks, Ju!" Emily hung up.
"Ladies," she began, "we've got an appointment that begins in five minutes. We might want to hurry up."
With that said, we immediately to scramble.
(Emily's POV)
"Emily!" someone called. I turned my head to the left, smiling.
"Ju, you look as fine as your name," I said as a deep fiery redheaded girl with freckles that were dashed across the bridge of her nose, and eyes that were a mix of every color came running from behind a large desk. All around us were women walking around in pure white robes, some with matching white slippers, others not, and some with a towel turban wrapped around their heads.
"And you, Emily, look as ever, ravishing gorgeous," Jewel replied. A cough from behind me brought me back to the task.
"Right. Girls, this is Jewel Sparkles. Jewel, this is Samantha Levequ, Jennifer Brythingham, Rachel Hansen, Nya Flamy, and the one who is desperate need of beauty attention, Jordan Valdez." I pointed each girl out as I said her name. Jewel blinked a few times as her eyes did a quick survey of Jordan, who was struggling against the layers of duct tape that held her hands tightly behind her back.
"Hello," Jewel said in a quiet voice. Jen bobbed her head, Sam waved, Nya said hi, Rachel smiled, and Jordan was quietly seething, although it was crystal clear that she wanted to scream a few sharp words.
"So, if you girls will follow me into the back." Ju broke the silence. Turning around, she led us down multiple corridors of creamy gold, light rose pink, luscious purple, and ruby red. We passed carefully-painted vases, oval-shaped mirrors, and countless doors, some open, but many closed. Paintings were carefully hung, each featuring a different setting: beautiful sunset or sunrise, a serene lake with a distant mountain range, a tranquil forest, and other peaceful nature paintings. The carpet was white shag carpet, so thick that you easily sank down to your ankles. Everything here was meant to soothe a girl and to relax her. Darkness did not exist in Ninjago City's Spa and Resort. The best thing about it is that the only males here were the handsomest, best massagers, life guards, and hair stylists in all of Ninjago (and do they do their job well, too). This place always came in first on Ninjago's list of beauty salons.
"Oh, wow," Jen breathed as we walked past a solid glass wall. On the other side was the pool resort. Steam turned the glass opaque, but we could still easily see. Jewel smiled.
"Our pools are cleaned five times daily," she said, "because with so many women coming here daily, it is mandatory that the pools are cleaned to keep the skin's pores open, and to kill any type of bacteria growth. No one wants to take a relaxing swim in bacteria-infested water, do they?"
"That is a good point," Rachel agreed. Jewel smiled again and continued to lead us through the maze.
(Sam's POV)
Jordan let out a loud wail as one of the attendants ripped off a long, wide strip of paper designed for waxings. Her legs were looking better, I will admit to that, but they were still quite hairy. No wonder she wouldn't wear shorts!
"How much longer?" Jordan complained loudly as a second attendant applied more cream. "I feel like I've been put into a blender." I crossed my arms over my chest. I felt an eyebrow slowly raise in question.
"That makes no sense, Jordan," I said.
"Shut up, Sam!" she snapped at me before letting out another pained noise. I sighed, closing my eyes.
"Make me, Yin!" I retorted. She glared threateningly at me, but it didn't faze me. After living with this stuck-up Death Kunoichi with one heck of a bad attitude, anything that came from her didn't faze me anymore.
Jordan continued to yell in pain with every brutal yank, but with a few minutes, her legs were hairless. With a little difficulty, she managed to stand up and hobbled over to the refreshments. She popped open the lid on a can of Mountain Dew, but Jewel quickly swooped in and plucked it out of her hand.
"Patients are not allowed to have any type of soda," she said, "or junk food." Jordan looked outraged. I handed her a bottle of lemon-flavored water instead. She snatched it out of my hand, ripped the top open, and gulped it down, glaring at me.
"How long is this going to keep up?" Little Miss Death Girl grumbled. I smiled at her.
"Not long," I said in a pleasant voice, "we've faced worse things than this, Jordan."
"Don't remind me," was the sulky reply.
(Jen's POV)
"This feels good, doesn't it?" I asked Jordan, who was on the massage table next to me. She mumbled something that was inaudible. I sighed.
"What's next after this?" she asked. Jewel consulted her list, flipping papers on her clipboard.
"A half-hour of light yoga, followed by a luxurious bubble bath," she said, looking up. Jordan groaned.
"Come on, Jordan," Nya said, "yoga's good for you. It increases your flexibility, balance, grace, health, mood, attitude, and your self-esteem."
"It wasn't that," Jordan protested, "there was this massive knot that I had in my shoulder. Now it's gone."
"That's why it's called a massage," Rachel, Nya, Sam, Emily, Jewel, and I chimed at the same time. For some strange reason, we began laughing.
"What's so funny?" Jordan demanded. "I don't get it."
(Jordan's POV)
After a half-hour of yoga, I spent another half-hour in a five-foot deep tub that was filled with actual hot water and multicolored bubbles. They were basically Easter pastel colors, but they each smelled the same: Eucalyptus Spearmint. After that, I was rubbed down hard to get all the dead skin cells off, so after that was done, my skin was rosy, glowing, completely stripped of all dead cells and hair, and smelling strongly of eucalyptus spearmint. And then, I had a manicure and pedicure.
After that was done, it was time for me to change into my dress. If I could have gotten my choice of dress shoes, I would have chosen black ballet flats. Instead, I got glittery, black five-inch high heels that had thin straps going across the tops of my feet. If I absolutely had to wear heels, then I would have chosen a pair that had smaller heels. But most definitely not five-inches. Once that was over and done with, it was time for hair and make-up (gag).
"Style number three hundred twenty-seven should do the trick," Jewel told the stylist. He nodded once before getting straight to work.
He undid the messy bun that my hair had been wrestled in to, careful on the large knots. He then swiveled my chair around so that he could wash the thick, tangled, black sheet. Once my hair had been shampooed and conditioned well, he squeezed as much water as he could before propping me back up straight and once again turning me around.
I lost track of the time, but during the last few minutes, he instructed me to close my eyes, which I did. I felt him gather my hair up, brushing it occasionally. I once again lost track of the time, but he must have been done with my hair, because he called for a team of make-up artists.
After hearing bags being unzipped, plastic containers being opened, and some metal clinging, I felt soft, small, fine-tipped brushes gently running over my closed eyelids while I felt a larger brush stroke my cheeks. Something that felt a little like chap stick, except slightly harder, being dabbed onto my lips. The brushes that were running over my eyelids eventually disappeared, along with the larger brush that I felt on my cheeks.
"Can she open her eyes now?" I heard Emily's voice ask.
I felt something gently scraping my scalp before hearing a snap.
"Jordan, you can open your eyes now," Jewel said. I was suddenly nervous. What would I look like? I blinked my eyes slowly, cautiously, but then they flew open wide with shock. As I studied myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think: Who is that girl?
Congratulations, Jordan. You have survived your first girly-girl treatment, which did not kill you. *thinks for a few moments* Actually, it's going to be quite hard to kill you, since your element is death...
Okay, I'm going to explain what Jordan looks like in the next chapter, so just hold on to your horses (or should I say dragons?) ;)
And so, with that said, have a good day/night, have a good weekend, and peace.
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