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Clair. Johto Gym Leader. Dragon Extraordinaire. But I'm pretty sure you already knew that. ❤ {{WE RP Blog, est. 09.18.13}}

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"You’re just pushing me down, pushing me down, pushing me down (They tell you trust your head, be like men but never feel like you’re good enough) You’re just crushing me down, crushing me down, crushing me down (They wanna take our light, make us fight, but never cry for the ones you love)”

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Clair x Morty {WEvent} | Ponderings on Pocky

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Morty continued to nibble on his stick but nearly chocked on it when Clair suddenly scooted closer to his side and pulled out a Pocky in the same process. She sat back comfortably, taking a small bite with a contemplation sort of look on her face. The blonde merely eyed her quietly, waiting for some sort of response as he had none at the moment. He was currently relishing in the moment of being in the presence of wonderful company and a delicious treat.

“Say,” Clair spoke which redirected his focus back on her. “I feel as if I’ve seen these before – in a magazine, or something. It was an article about some sort of tradition these can be used for…” Morty paused slightly as her words also triggered some bits and pieces of trivia that was once buried deep within his mind. It took a few seconds but he had finally reached a conclusion at the same time as Clair’s stuttered,  ”…O-Oh!”

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The two sat, facing each other with fingers intertwined. It was as if the heat had been turned up high, the blue-haired beauty beginning to sweat slightly from the awkward angle she was getting. 

She could feel his cool breath brushing against her lips; for a second, Clair figured a pinch was necessary to break her from this new found fantasy. Up this close, Morty was undeniably the most attractive man she'd ever been as intimate with, at least in such a pure-hearted way. Before, from what few encounters with men she had, none were as innocently interested in the woman hidden behind the pretty features or gung-ho attitude. Whatever Morty was bringing out from within truly felt alien, yet in the most pleasing of ways.

What could she possibly have done to deserve his affections? It was almost too good to be true.

Figuring that second guesses were a waste of time, Clair snapped back into reality, fumbling slightly as she brushed her hand against his arm. For such a dominating personality, she was fidgeting uncharacteristically and seemingly hesitant to move on. Morty, all the while, was careful to only beckon her closer, not making any sudden movements to startle to damsel. The chain of Pocky was thinning, however, and before long it was finally the moment, the point in time where she was to do the unthinkable. Never before had the young woman been as cautious when it came to 'fooling around', but something about this moment was far unlike previous ones. She knew she'd cherish it forever.

Trailing her fingers up Morty's arm to grip his shoulder, Clair pulled in to take the last morsel that remained between the two. Seconds later, she felt herself holding her breath as her lips slowly collided with the blond's. This is actually happening... she leaned in further, until at long last she was lip-locked with the Ghost-master. 

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[ooc] Update! Personal, Threadlist, Misc.

/////The past week or so has been absolute hell & it's only right for me to explain as brief as I can!

Basically, a dear friend whom I recently reconnected with is going through a rough patch. She was evicted from her apartment and has come to find out her license is suspended. All the while, she's trying to make things work out with this new boyfriend of hers who isn't too bad, it's just that he really is, in actuality, only adding to the problem, seeing as that he too is homeless and on a suspended license.

The past week has consisted of me (around my own work days) driving the two of them to and from work and other various errands which have taken me through this and several surrounding counties. Needless to say, I've let them crash at my place a few nights, while still attempting to do my own thing and make my own money for the inevitable move back to Florida that I've been planning for the past month.

The boyfriend is (hopefully) returning to Atlanta to stay with his parents as my friend continues to sort out her stuff. She's planning to get her license soon, so that will cut down on my driving. This is honestly what I'm waiting for, because running this taxi service is killing me mentally and physically. She has the driver's class on the 9th, so that's coming up soonish.

Am I required to be doing any of this? Absolutely not. It's just that I personally understand (a) the troubles of having a suspended license and (b) being without home. She literally has no one else that's worth a shit to turn to and so it makes me happy that I can offer her the assistance she needs. Who knows how long it'll take, but I'm hoping once her boyfriend leaves for Atlanta, things will be a lot smoother and I'll have time to write again.

This being said, thank you to the wonderful people who've put up with me ;; I've been sucky recently, but once this passes, my creative juices will be bubbling over once more. That tiny little bit of drama a few days ago won't be enough to drag me down, and all of my beauties will return with renewed pages and info and stuffs so for that I am excited. 

As far as I can remember, Clair has the following threads:

Morty  Barry Volkner  Roark Morty[Event] Barry[Event].

If I missed anyone, let me know! ALSO. If you'd like to plot or plan a thread with Clair, Sapphire, OR Sabrina, let me know c:

thanks guys, I love you all xxcc

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Date With The Dragon Master (Event AU) || Barry & Clair

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“It’s an easy ride from here on out.”

"Easy ride?" retorted Barry with a familiar spark of energy in his eyes. "I’m just getting warmed up!"

However, as Clair confidently took to the mountains decline, the blond realized that the Gym Leader was, in fact, telling the truth. Sentret ran up the sides of trees over fluttering Butterfree to get a glimpse at the mysterious couple as Barry clambered down the mountain behind his “date”.

“Wow…" the trainer breathed, for once stunned speechless by the beauty surrounding Clair’s secret location. A sparkling river ran alongside the pristine dirt path that the two had been walking along, and the trees and grasses were alive with chirping Pidgey and chattering Bellsprout and Oddish. It was a Pokemon paradise…and in the middle of this haven, there was Clair’s cabin, built from sturdy oak and seeming to blend in with its surroundings like some sort of square tree. 

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Watching the boy gush with wonder, Clair held a hand to her mouth, giggling. "Yes, I did help in building it, but it was more of a project between myself and the other Dragon Tamers." She reminisced, thinking back to her childhood, when she and several others were instructed to build the cabin. In that strange sort of workshop, Clair was given the task of not fighting against an opponent, but working alongside them. "It was actually a lot of fun. I was pretty tough, even as a 9 year old."

She sauntered up the steps, onto the porch and over to the large wooden door while the boy rambled on a bit. Clair couldn't help but grin, swinging the door open with a hearty pull. "The Elders tend to give off the wrong impression of me. Apparently, I'm not ladylike enough, or whatever... still, I appreciate your sentiments. C'mon inside, get comfortable."

Nostalgia waning, Clair lead the boy inside. The furnishings were simple, while the decor gave the place more ambiance. Folk art and dragon tusks hung characteristically around the expanse, evoking the woman's travels and interests. It was homey, yet still felt foreign, considering how long it had been since her last visit. Bringing a stranger around was rare, so with the company of an accomplished trainer, things felt even more unfamiliar.

Clair was itching the test the blonde herself; however, being advised not to do so by the Elders, she brushed off the thirst for battle, instead visiting the kitchen. Pulling two glasses from the cupboard, she tilted her head back. "Would you like something to drink? I bet you're feeling parched." Without waiting for an answer, she retrieved a pitcher of lemonade, made only a few days prior by another tamer who rented the place in Clair's absence. Who says I can't be hospitable?

She handed the glass over to Barry, sipping from her own while continuing to try to divert her attention back to their 'date'. "Y'know, at first I wasn't too excited for this... date." Her honesty had a habit of forming daggers, so quickly, she changed her tone.

"Still, I'm all yours for the day!" She had to laugh jovially, for a moment; allowing another to hold the reigns was a huge feat for the independent soul, yet still, he had earned the reward. "I'm not too good with 'date' stuff. Honestly," her face flushed, much to her disgust. Turning away, she chugged the rest of her glass, filling it up and taking another quick sip. "I-I've... I've never been on a legitimate date before."

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Time to Make History! // VolknerxClair

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There he stood, the beginnings of a cold-sweat coursed through him as he desperately waited for the girl to reply. She looked a little bothered by his intrustion.

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She watches as the man gets comfortable across from where she is sitting; in all honesty, Clair wasn't expecting any company, and yet here it is. Sighing, she takes a few bites, avoiding any and all eye contact while trying her best to look uninterested in his conversation.

"I’ve picked it up as a little side thing since being the Sunyshore Gym Leader has gotten to be very boring." 

Story of my life, she sarcastically contemplates as his statement resonates to her. With Blackthorn's Gym seeing less and less challengers, Clair had begun to tire of waiting for battles, her cabin fever inevitably catching up. The girl's long over-due vacation is just now beginning, but before she can retort, the blond snaps himself out of thought, leaning forward to speak with her.

"So..."

She locks eyes with him, genuinely curious with what he has to follow up with.

"I’m not sure if I caught your name, I’m sure a pretty girl like you must have a name to match."

Subduing a twitch of aggravation in response to Volkner's rather bold comment, Clair scarfs down the remainder of her parfait before finally coming up for air. Regardless the magnitude of her headache, she is thrilled whenever she's given the chance to introduce herself. Beaming, her eyes brighten as her lips curl upwards.

"I'm Clair," she speaks while setting her empty glass on the table, confidence radiating in her voice and through her throbbing hangover. "Dragon-type master of Blackthorn City." She isn't sure if whether or not he had ever heard of her; seeing as many trans-regional Gym Leaders were familiar with one another, without a doubt, her own reputation had to have preceded her. But whatever the case, she refrains from going any further with the introduction.

Gazing nonchalantly into the fellow's eyes, she relaxes, draping an arm over the back of the chair. "It's pretty nice getting away, isn't it? I'm on leave myself. Things had gotten too slow for my tastes, so a break was necessary... I'm glad to see I'm not the only person with this dilemma."

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Time to Make History! // VolknerxClair

Another morning, another day to find something to keep himself occupied until the next morning, then he could look for something else to do until that day ended. With a long sigh Volkner couldn’t urge himself out of his bed, he wasn’t lazy or anything it was just… all the luster life had held for him had simply vanished.

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Dutiful as ever, it wasn't until Blackthorn had hit a trainer drought that Clair decided her interests needed a rekindling. Off she went, throughout Kanto and Hoenn and Unova, following her wanderer's spirit, this time indulging in leisure, and leaving the battling behind. 

It proved to be a wonderful change of pace. Over the course of a week or so, she'd seen and done a lot of various activities; from attending her first baking class, a cape-fitting, a visit to a spa, and even checking out a club. The Blackthorn native hadn't ever seen anything of the sort; music was pumping louder and lights flashed brighter than even in the most heated of Tournament arenas. People, carefree, grinding along with one another, personal space being a thing of the past. Clair was a bit of a secret lover of electronic music, but being immersed in it in such a setting was another story.

All of it was very foreign to her. As a matter of fact, if it hadn't been for a particular blond male - a performer at the show - Clair would've possibly fled and never turned back. Instead, she danced (however horribly) along with him, smiling and laughing and letting loose for the first time in Arceus-knows how long. It was all such an experience, that once she had had enough, Clair left without even a goodbye. 

Now, she relaxed in a hotel suite she'd reserved for a night, rolling from bed and shuffling her feet to the cafeteria down below for some morning grub. Wiping sleep from her eyes, Clair settled down and began to dig in, when a peculiar sight stole her attention.

Mid-bite, she notices the eyes of a man focusing on her from across the room. Almost immediately, she flinches, only before realizing that he is slowly approaching where she sat. Oh great. Clair wasn't really looking forward to any company; having stayed up far too late sipping wine in front of the big-screen in her hotel room, the girl was in an irritable mood. Still, as he approached, she couldn't help but feel a slight sting of familiarity... and it wasn't until he was right upon her that she recognized it as the blond performer from the club.

"Oh," she muttered aloud, watching as the man set his food down across from her. The bold move had taken her completely off-guard; there wasn't any way she could fend him off now. "I was just having a bite to eat. You know, nothing extraordinary."

"You do look like the guy at the show, honestly. I'd never been to anything like it before, so thank you for dancing with me." She took another bite of her parfait and directed her gaze to the man's shoulder, avoiding his eyes. Up this close (and this sober), it doesn't take much longer before she recognizes him completely, having seen his face in tabloids and articles and TV specials every so often. She beat herself up for not putting two and two together any sooner.

"It was a good time. I had no idea that Sunyshore's own Volkner was also a talented musician. How long have you been DJing?"

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Rooftop Rascals [Highschool AU] - [Morty & Clair]

"Did you hear? Someone glued all the erasers in all the classes on the second floor!"

"Is it the same person who put those fake rubber mice in the girl’s changing rooms?"

"Maybe. Who do you think it is though? My money is on that troublemaker in Class 2-A. The one with yellow hair, blue eyes and annoyingly loud. From what I heard…"

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"Whoever this prankster is, they sure aren't letting up."

"I know! It's as if each of these stunts are becoming more elaborate as time goes on. I'm beyond curious at this point."

"At least we didn't encounter any of the mice today..."

"Oh! Clair, I suppose you aren't planning to eat in the cafeteria again today..?"

Shaking her head slightly in refusal, Clair tied up her dyed-blue locks, securing her hair up in its signature fashion. She watched hazily as her classmates buzzed by her, slipping out into the halls and toward the cafeteria. Clair glanced in the mirror one final time before biting her lip, snatching up her things, and storming towards her locker.

Things had been the same for her every year she'd spent in public schools: people generally treated her with kindness, the occasional snide remark being given by a jealous female frienemy or turned-down male suitor. Even still, the student body was, to her face, welcoming. Clair wasn't foolish enough to believe that this was all sincerity - a majority of her classmates wouldn't care for her at all if it weren't for her athleticism, eloquent humor and physical charms. Even as much as she played into it, Clair never lost sight of the truth.

They were simply fixated with the idea of being seen as good people, in the eyes of anyone considered "popular". If Clair wasn't half as talented as she was, she'd be just another girl, floating through the halls under the radar of everyone and anyone. Sometimes, that's all she'd wish for...

Sighing, the girl retrieved her packed lunch, grabbing the books she would need for her remaining classes. Taking the stairwell at the furthest end of the hall, she made her way onto the roof. The area was deserted, due to students being conditioned to eat only in the cafeteria. Clair found it utterly peaceful, and so she'd made it a tradition to eat alone. Even if it did become a little too lonely at times, she enjoyed the peace away from the bumbling, senseless gossip.

Turning from her usual spot overlooking the courtyard below, Clair happened to notice a boy, blond, sitting by himself in a corner of the area. She initially jumped as if she'd spotted a ghost, not accustomed to seeing anyone else up on the roof during lunch. At first content with ignoring the stranger, Clair reluctantly decided to find out more about the individual. After all, what could it hurt?

  Approaching slowly, she cautiously made as little noise as possible. "Mind if I sit here," she called down to the boy. Beginning to regret her decision, she swallowed the lump in her throat and bit her tongue. Clair had no problems trying something new, even if it took stepping out of her comfort zone.

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[[ yalllll it's Friday the 13th, meaning = I'm not going no damn where today. A full moon and all? pffft. Best believe I will be posted up at the haus like nothin'.

What this means is I'm around to chill, work on replies when the time permits. My chix have some fun drabbles from this week (and weeks leading all the way back to Dec.) that they will indulge in and complete for y'all, and it's just a glorious time for everyone I feel like. Congrats to those that completed school and survived the throes of battle; best of wishes to those that haven't ended the war but are close enough to taste victory - you all deserve a huge hug or cookie or both and I wish I could provide that for y'all but geographically that is ¡imposible!; ¡no es posible!

Ily all and this was a really pointless post, and I wish I had some cool reaction gifs on this horrible substitute computer, but what can ya do.

Rocket #9 take off to the planet, WE, I love y'all ]]