In uptown Zaun there is a posh, exclusive cosmetic clinic and Spa where the rich, famous or important can go and receive all sorts of beautification treatments. Staffed by equally beautiful personnel and headed by the ravishing redhead, Dr. Scarlet Sinclair, almost any and all requests can be processed here. At any given time its waiting lounge, treatment rooms, spas and other facilities can be host to a wealthy zaunite figure or three, receiving a treatment that makes them beautiful on the outside, even as their souls grow darker each day. Less practiced is their reconstructive surgery; representing a small percentage of their total work, the Sinclair clinic prides itself on repairing or restoring damaged bodies.
The clinic has a dark secret though- Dr. Sinclair is no ordinary cosmetic surgeon, as she is a student of the more exotic body modification sciences pioneered by her mad teachers in the vast, dark, hidden laboratories in the Undercity. Truly, she can alter the body, the flesh to tailor to a patient’s deepest desires, and all for a fee for those desperate or bored enough.
At this time, the most notable figure present was the blood bride Vermilion, having scarification removal after her arm was repaired courtesy of the Noxian Noblewoman and Gladiator trainer Sylvia Monteclaire’s medical plan for her special warriors. The process was done in a treatment booth with windows meant to show off who was there, if one took the effort to look. The clinic however, refrains from actually advertising the persons who were there at any given time.
((An open clinic where you can ICly alter your character’s appearance or... add... creative things... to their body. Or work there.))
The Demon Jester opened the door of the salon, hoping that no one would notice him. He had a magical disguise on, but it could easily be seen through if one were to actively pay attention to him. He slowly closed the door, and sat in the waiting lounge. He was getting...hair extensions. A well kept secret of Shaco's was starting to become more apparent.
Shaco was balding.
Due to countless hours of wearing his jester cap, endless pranks, tricks, and murders involving fire, and tons of exposure to his jack in the boxes, Shaco's hair was falling out, and he needed to stop this from occurring. He didn't know if this salon provided hair services, or even if they would take him at all, but it was a good start.
Dr. Sinclair, the beautiful redhead chief of the clinic, was usually present in the entrance lounge to greet patients personally and assigning them to appropriate teams. She approached Shaco, oblivious to his disguise. Wearing a pristine white labcoat and sporting red glasses, the doctor was clearly a patron of her own services.
"Um, yes...I was wondering if you provided services for hair...particularly extensions, for that matter." In disguise, Shaco removed the top hat on his head, revealing his balding head. This was the only part of Shaco that wasn't disguised, however, it would be hard to tell that Shaco was behind the disguise just from the top of his head.
Dr. Sinclair inspects Shaco's scalp thoroughly, before speaking with a nearby attendant. The attendant takes notes on Shaco's condition and list his treatment in the range of 50,000 valor, and he is handed the consent form.
Shaco winced, quickly disguising his displeased expression with the form. How in the world would he be able to pay that off? He quickly shrugged the thought off, realizing that he would probably be able to pay it off through stealing some valors. It may take a while, but it would be worth it.
Shaco hastily signed the form with the name "Barden Crusifex" It was the only name he could think of. "Alright, so when is my appointment? If it is alright with you, could we possibly get it done right now?"
The attendant filled out all the appropriate paperwork and handed a clipboard to Dr. Sinclair. The redhead physician looked at it while calling in a pair of female nurses.
"This way, mister.... Crusifex." They guided him to a treatment suite. Each suite had its own equipment, wash basin, and a lounge chair for the patient. It appeared more a spa than a clinic, if it were not for the large piece of medical equipment they carted in- some kind of device with many long, sharp needles and hextech emission devices directed towards a head-sized ring where the patient's scalp would be held in place.
Dr. Sinclair sat beside Shaco and presented him with his 'options'. "This package includes basic reconstruction as well as aesthetic add ons of your choice. You can stick to your natural hair color, or perhaps change to a new one.... You can even set your hair length."
"Interesting...but I'll just stick with the basics. In other words, black hair, standard male length...although..." Shaco stroked his chin, weighing his options. He didn't want to have to pay extra just for something aesthetic...however, the urge was just too strong.
"On second thought, could you make the back a few inches longer. And red hair...it matches my uh...my eyes." Shaco had almost said outfit, but caught himself. His regular red jester suit was not visible to the doctor, and she might have found that suspicious.
"Very well. Please sit back and relax. This will be over before you know it." Dr. Sinclair reassures Shaco, before taking her leave. The staff take over and strap his limbs in tightly. The very ominous looking scalp machine was moved into position. The screws go round tightly around Shaco's cranium, the lights go out and focus on his head, and a gas mask was placed on his head.
Assuming Shaco didn't possess some immunity to anesthetic, he would be put to sleep, and the operation begins...
"Wait what do you mean over befor-" Shaco began, but the doctor had already exited the room. "Uhhh...." Shaco hesitantly leaned back in the chair as the device was strapped to his head. "We'll, what a nice gas mask you have...oh." Shaco was knocked out immediately.
The dreamless anesthetic sleep ended after several hours, though for the patient it may have been a few moments. Shaco would awake with a full head of red hair, to his specifications.
An attendant was seated nearby. Once Shaco was awake, she would address him for his payment plan.
Shaco burst into laughter. A full head of hair, at last! He stroked in several times, then moved over to the attendant to discuss...
"My p-payment plan...uh...well...you se, ah..." Shaco juggled around random pauses, short words, and phrases together while trying to figure out an excuse as to why he didn't have the required money. "Do you think I could pay you for this later, possibly?"
"Oh, that's alright. We at the Sinclair clinic will allow up to thirty days back payment... before we go and collect from you." The attendant said, nonchalantly.
"Just leave an address or means of contact here and we'll get in touch when you have the money."
"Oh...perfect!" Shaco breathed a silent sigh of relief. However, he was sure once those thirty days were up, Shaco would have to have the 50,000 valors ready, or they would come after him.
At the thought of an address, Shaco's ears perked up. He had established a base of some sort in Zaun a few years back. However, it wasn't the best of places, and the staff at the Sinclair establishment might have found it one that "Barden Crusifex" lived in such a run down place. It would have to do, sadly.
Shaco shuffled through his pocket, and scraped up 50 valors. He handed them to the attendant. "This is for starters." He then scrawled down the address of his place.
((I'll most likely create a new thread for the Crusifex "household" if you will.))
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