Bleach - Eleanor

"Awwwww... no..." Missy stared into the mirror over her bathroom sink, groaning lowly to herself. It was early in the morning and she was still in an oversized men's shirt and underwear. Her straight dirty blonde hair was still mussed from tossing and turning on her pillow the night before, there was still a bit of 'sand' in her eyes from sleeping however neither fact was the reason for complaint. It was her eyebrows. She turned her head from side to side, looking at them from different angles, as if to ask if maybe she was just seeing things. Maybe she was wrong? Missy sighed and shook her head, frowning. No, she had been right the first time. Her eyebrows were going back to their natural color. They were such small things, eyebrows, yet such an easy tell tale of not being a natural blonde. Stomping out of the bathroom like a five year old during a light temper tantrum she grabbed an elastic and pulled her hair up into a half assed ponytail. Were there any roots showing too? She inspected her scalp carefully... no, not enough showed to have to touch up her roots yet. Just those damned eyebrows. Turning she opened the bathroom closet and, after a moment of searching past boxes of amber colored contacts and concealer, removed the facial hair bleaching kit given to her. Having been obviously present the first few times they'd done it she knew the routine. Mix the two parts. Rub into the hair. Wait for the burning to begin. 'Burn' wasn't exactly a fair term for the sensation, as it was really somewhere between a painful burn and intense itchiness. However touching up her roots never gave her the same troubles. Troubles or not her fingers tore open the packaging and, after checking the instructions to make sure her memories were as right as they thought they were she started to make the batch. She looked back into the mirror again, gazing at amber eyes which questioned her need for this. Was it worth it? Was being a special agent worth this? Answering her own question she placed a latex glove on one hand and, taking a dollop of thick white goo on one finger, began to rub it into the red hair. Her teeth gritted in anticipation as her skin already started the familiar routine by feeling warm at the contact site.  Yeah, that had been a stupid question.  ( A gentle reminder to our RP players:  This is a third person account of events.  Feel free to post a comment, even in character if you like, however all information read in this post should be considered OOC (out of character).  Since no one was in her room with her no one would know anything that happened here.  I know most of you understand that, hence why this is a gentle reminder.  Thank you!)