Braces Stories Headgear Novels & Stories

Kamari's Point of View The helmet fitted snuggly over my head. Pressed it a bit too hard but according to Zayan, that was how it was supposed to be. If I fell, he didn't want my skull to bounce around on the inside. Rather, he wanted it to absorb the impact. Or some shit like that. "Please tell me that mine doesn't have any gears," I whispered and tightened the gloves he had given me. Another precaution, along with some rather unsightly boots that came up to my knees. They were hard to walk around in. Weighed close to ten fucking kilos. Although, he swore they didn't. But the added weight felt off to me.

This must be what people mean when they say they would rather breathe the air rather than drink it. I was grateful that I wore my hair in a high ponytail and off my neck. The heat and humidity made my skin feel sweaty and sticky and Gloria’s wild hair was French braided in two braids, but it didn’t stop her crazy curls from framing her face in wild flames. Her normally light cheeks were bright red with the heat. The only one of us that didn’t seem fazed by the heat was Bren. The crazy girl had her hair down, but I did notice a ponytail holder on her wrist. No doubt her hair would be pulled up before noon.

I then began loading myself up. I had two holsters also firmly attached to my thighs, one for my dagger and one for a spare firearm with a pouch full of extra bullets. On my feet I tightly fastened my already broken in steel toed boots, before fiddling with my new ghostly hair. I couldn't exactly leave it down and loose for the fight ahead of me, hell, I guess even tying it in a ponytail would be bothersome as the loose locks would inevitably slap my face and create distractions. No, I needed it braiding, so that it would be completely tucked away and out of my field of vision... the only issue I had, was that I had no clue how to do a braid.

"Fiona, Kaida, and I have our pentagram necklaces, which I've spelled for additional protection. I made these for you guys." She fastened a thin braided leather bracelet around each of their wrists with a gold clasp, explaining along the way. "I tried to make them as manly as possible. Hopefully, they're okay. They have to be worn to be effective and won't make you Superman or anything, but they will keep you out of immediate danger. Enough tenacity or persistence from an opponent, though, and the ward will sever. Think of it like an early warning signal."

Backery just came out with the dishes, and saw Clarisse come in with two big boxes, "What? Are these two big boxes expensive?" Clarisse subconsciously hid the two boxes behind her, looking a little bizarre. Mrs. Backery frowned, walked over, pulled out the two boxes behind her, and saw a helmet and a racing suit. And she snapped Mrs. Backery raised her hand and gave Clarisse a slap. Arielle was taken aback and didn't know what was wrong.

There were ridiculous oversized bows, tiny feathered angel wings, and novelty glasses. My eyes landed on a ridiculously fluffy headband with fuzzy brown bear ears. I picked it up, staring at it. Without thinking, I turned around. Aaron was right there, exactly one step behind me. His hands were buried in the pockets of his pants. "Lean down.” I blurted out. Aaron blinked. A faint crease formed between his brows. "What?" "Just lean down." I insisted as I stepped closer and held up the fuzzy bear ears. He looked at the ridiculous prop in my hands. He looked at the terrified store manager hovering ten feet away. And then, he looked back at me.

Girls received hair ties and clips, while boys got knee pads, soccer balls, and textbooks. The older girls were given lipsticks and skincare products. These older girls had never seen such items before and were curious, with their brown eyes filled with confusion. "Mr. Micah, what is this?" one of them asked.

The order number was still being called out very slowly, and the server began distributing hair accessories to everyone. Cordelia saw a couple in front putting them on. Those were hair clips that lit up and blinked, and there were various styles. Zephyr immediately saw how anticipating she was and covered her eyes with his big hands. “Ah, what are you doing!?” “No looking!” he said with a deep voice, “Not getting those either!” He swore with his life that he would not put something like that on his head. It was embarrassing! “Hello, cuties!” The server came to them. “Which style do you like? What about Ultraman and a little monster?”

Usually, someone would need to guess at least three times and pay three prizes to get the main one. "The lady is so lucky!" the stall owner said. "Thank... you..." Harriet received the prize, a beautiful handmade northern-style head ornament. It was made from beads of different colors and gold thread, and it would fit perfectly on her hair with the dress she was wearing today. But Harriet fiddled with it because she didn't know how to wear it. It seemed that she needed to wear it with a Northern Braid hairstyle. But Liam gently took the head ornaments from her hand. He flipped it to the back to decorate Harriet's hairstyle today and it just looked perfect, although different.

she inquired, her eyes studying the garment in his hands. Mahesh's smile widened, and he had a hint of pride in his voice. "This bra," he began, holding it out slightly, "is designed with a particular purpose—your ultimate comfort and support. We've selected a unique combination of highly breathable, natural fabrics that will feel soft against your skin and allow continuous airflow, preventing discomfort even during extended wear."