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bandagedbandit[The kids have had a busy day. Between being kicked out of nursery early and forcing their mother away from work; covering the lounge wall with crayon masterpieces; playing doctor with mummy's first aid kit, and becoming wrestlers for the afternoon, you'd expect the miniature hell-raisers to have tired themselves out already, and yet they're still faring better than Clarissa. Who, by the way, is ineptly trying to calm a crying Darter (whose twin sister leapt from the sofa and crushed him during the previous pretendy-game) while trying to pry Magmar's Pokeball from Martel's stubborn fingers, which is proving to be difficult without resorting to breaking them.
Husband, help.]
Husband, help.]
bandagedbandit[Several rooms in the Rocket base may be gathering dust, but lack of recent activity within the team hasn't slowed the buzzing in Clarissa's mind any. Nor has it dulled her attempts to clear it. Once again Clarissa can be found on the outskirts of Aurora Forest, going hand-to-hand with Magmar. It's all she cares to do lately: train herself and her team, but at least that's more productive than moping around the base and snapping at the Grunts. Or at least, it should be.
Each punch she launches at Magmar is driven by two year's worth of defeat and disappointment, but it's no longer a picture of directionless anger like past "training" sessions have been. Clarissa's moves are strong and deliberate but there's flash of desperation every time Magmar blocks, dodges and counters, her strikes growing increasingly wayward as her frustration builds.
An upper-cut to the chin is enough to throw the Admin off balance and she's all out of moves when a final kick to her stomach sends her sprawling backward onto the grass. Clarissa gasps as Magmar's foot presses down on her thoat—she shoots the unimpressed-looking Fire-type an unsure frown but doesn't bother to get up, her breathing ragged from exhaustion and the pressure on her windpipe.]
...This isn't working, is it?
Each punch she launches at Magmar is driven by two year's worth of defeat and disappointment, but it's no longer a picture of directionless anger like past "training" sessions have been. Clarissa's moves are strong and deliberate but there's flash of desperation every time Magmar blocks, dodges and counters, her strikes growing increasingly wayward as her frustration builds.
An upper-cut to the chin is enough to throw the Admin off balance and she's all out of moves when a final kick to her stomach sends her sprawling backward onto the grass. Clarissa gasps as Magmar's foot presses down on her thoat—she shoots the unimpressed-looking Fire-type an unsure frown but doesn't bother to get up, her breathing ragged from exhaustion and the pressure on her windpipe.]
...This isn't working, is it?
I want your sex
Apr. 9th, 2012 02:53 pmnameissilver[It's been a long day for Silver, training and trying to keep himself busy while his girlfriend's at work. All in all, a typical day except for one thing...he's fucking horny. Maybe it's something in the air, maybe it's the fact that his team's been so obedient and is getting stronger lately, or maybe it's just that he's a teenage boy and prone to horniness at any given point in time. But his thoughts turn to Clarissa and how he can't wait for her to get home already so they can just do it.]
being sick sucks amirite
Mar. 23rd, 2012 02:52 pmnameissilver[Silver hates a lot of things, but one of his top ten biggest hates is being sick. It's the not being allowed to get out of bed, it's the feeling too groggy and weak and overall shitty to even think about getting out of bed, the sneezing, the fever, the headache, the coughing.
And of course, needing to be taken care of. No matter how much he protests it, he needs it and it really fucking sucks.]
And of course, needing to be taken care of. No matter how much he protests it, he needs it and it really fucking sucks.]
bandagedbandit[Clarissa is finally awake for the first time in hours, and the first thought that slowly pulls itself together through the sleepy and medicated haze is relief that she's not in the hospital. The world is blurred as she looks around, bleary and disorientated, but the lack of white and sterility around her is comforting. Just because she's spent so much of her life in and out of hospitals doesn't mean she doesn't hate them.
It had been a horrible few days, Clarissa knows that much, but thankfully she doesn't remember most of it. She does remember the ditch, and how she had begun falling before she had even realised there had been anything to fall into. She remembers how her head had struck something hard on the way down and how there had been a horrible, tearing pain in her side, more terrible than she thinks she's ever experienced, before she had blacked out.
What she doesn't remember is being found by a pair of Pokemon trainers who had happened to be passing and dragged to the island's only clinic, nor being sent straight into extensive surgery to remove the bits of tree-branch impaled in her side. But she remembers being briefly conscious in the clinic before falling back into medically-induced sleep.
...And now she's here, on the sofa in her own home, in her well-worn pull-over hooded sweatshirt and with one of the scruffy spare blankets over her. Right now that's all she cares about...although, there was one other thing...but right now she can barely think straight and is just tempted to fall straight back to sleep...]
It had been a horrible few days, Clarissa knows that much, but thankfully she doesn't remember most of it. She does remember the ditch, and how she had begun falling before she had even realised there had been anything to fall into. She remembers how her head had struck something hard on the way down and how there had been a horrible, tearing pain in her side, more terrible than she thinks she's ever experienced, before she had blacked out.
What she doesn't remember is being found by a pair of Pokemon trainers who had happened to be passing and dragged to the island's only clinic, nor being sent straight into extensive surgery to remove the bits of tree-branch impaled in her side. But she remembers being briefly conscious in the clinic before falling back into medically-induced sleep.
...And now she's here, on the sofa in her own home, in her well-worn pull-over hooded sweatshirt and with one of the scruffy spare blankets over her. Right now that's all she cares about...although, there was one other thing...but right now she can barely think straight and is just tempted to fall straight back to sleep...]
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Feb. 13th, 2012 07:45 pmbandagedbandit[Silver hadn't come home.
That was how it had started. Clarissa hadn't been worried. Annoyed? Yes. The nerve of it, Silver disappearing early morning and not letting her know that he was going to be out for hours. Surely it was just courteous to let the person you lived with know if you wouldn't be coming home, right? She had stewed on it and quickly forgotten about it again, going on with her own damn day. It wasn't until it began to get late and Silver wouldn't pick up her calls on his PokeGear that Clarissa began to...not even worry, not yet. No, she just grew angrier and more impatient...until she got the call.
A ransom note, that's what the Grunts had to show her when had she reached base, out of breath from running and demanding to know the situation. That's when concern kicked in. Not just concern, either. Panic. With the Executives MIA and nor the time nor the patience to sit around and play hostage politics Clarissa had ordered her Grunts to her and they had set out. It would be against anyone else's best interests, but with the knot of rage and panic in her stomach Clarissa isn't willing to do anything but tear whoever took the heir— Silver apart.
...Mercifully their opposition is a manageable one. A slapdash gang of rogue trainers-come-bounty hunters. Potentially a force to be wary of...but not a patch on bona fide Team like Rocket, as hoped. Unorganised petty thugs who don't know their damn place... Clarissa sees their members falling to her Team's numbers and brutality as she tears through the run-down network of below-ground corridors as she searches desperately for Silver. The floor shakes with explosions from other areas of the building as this small portion of Team Rocket puts the teams ridiculous supply of Electrodes and Voltorbs to use as retribution for this group's insult against theirs. Normally she would love to join in with the carnage but right now all she can focus on is finding Silver, pelting through the building and taking-out any members she runs into on the way with Blastoise and Clefairy.]
That was how it had started. Clarissa hadn't been worried. Annoyed? Yes. The nerve of it, Silver disappearing early morning and not letting her know that he was going to be out for hours. Surely it was just courteous to let the person you lived with know if you wouldn't be coming home, right? She had stewed on it and quickly forgotten about it again, going on with her own damn day. It wasn't until it began to get late and Silver wouldn't pick up her calls on his PokeGear that Clarissa began to...not even worry, not yet. No, she just grew angrier and more impatient...until she got the call.
A ransom note, that's what the Grunts had to show her when had she reached base, out of breath from running and demanding to know the situation. That's when concern kicked in. Not just concern, either. Panic. With the Executives MIA and nor the time nor the patience to sit around and play hostage politics Clarissa had ordered her Grunts to her and they had set out. It would be against anyone else's best interests, but with the knot of rage and panic in her stomach Clarissa isn't willing to do anything but tear whoever took the heir— Silver apart.
...Mercifully their opposition is a manageable one. A slapdash gang of rogue trainers-come-bounty hunters. Potentially a force to be wary of...but not a patch on bona fide Team like Rocket, as hoped. Unorganised petty thugs who don't know their damn place... Clarissa sees their members falling to her Team's numbers and brutality as she tears through the run-down network of below-ground corridors as she searches desperately for Silver. The floor shakes with explosions from other areas of the building as this small portion of Team Rocket puts the teams ridiculous supply of Electrodes and Voltorbs to use as retribution for this group's insult against theirs. Normally she would love to join in with the carnage but right now all she can focus on is finding Silver, pelting through the building and taking-out any members she runs into on the way with Blastoise and Clefairy.]
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pokedressing (PD canon)
15/6/2010: I AM YELLING: The boss didn't just disappear, you abandoned him!
3/7/2010: You're whose kid?!
3/8/2010: Being civil for once: I won't accept anything less from the boss's kid!
> [Silver's two-year timeskip]
18/9/2011: Meeting again after all this time: Clarissa's undignified return post-drowning
14/10/2011: Two morons with their pride in tatters: Clarissa helps Silver after his Typhlosion is hurt
28/11/2011: And now we return to your regularly scheduled stupidity: What do you mean if you ever challenge me to a battle?!
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sayitwithpocky/infinitycolor/elsewhere (PD AU, Silver/Clarissa!verse canon)
> [Earth-shattering rift in the space-time continuum. Two AUs exist, one where Clarissa left the island, and one where she stayed.Blame Awesome Island's logic-distorting tomfoolery. Obviously these threads follow the latter AU.]
29/12/2011: Cranking the daddy issues up to 11: All the yelling and awkward hugs
30/12/2011: Letting Clarissa stay the night: Only because you're hurt, I guess...
3/1/3012: The man and child in the photograph
5/2/2012: Continuation of the daddy issues: How things could have been / I want to understand
>[Epic development threads go here/t-t-time-skip!]
13/2/2012: Rescue mission: It's okay, I'm here
pokedressing (PD canon)15/6/2010: I AM YELLING: The boss didn't just disappear, you abandoned him!
3/7/2010: You're whose kid?!
3/8/2010: Being civil for once: I won't accept anything less from the boss's kid!
> [Silver's two-year timeskip]
18/9/2011: Meeting again after all this time: Clarissa's undignified return post-drowning
14/10/2011: Two morons with their pride in tatters: Clarissa helps Silver after his Typhlosion is hurt
28/11/2011: And now we return to your regularly scheduled stupidity: What do you mean if you ever challenge me to a battle?!
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sayitwithpocky/infinitycolor/elsewhere (PD AU, Silver/Clarissa!verse canon)> [Earth-shattering rift in the space-time continuum. Two AUs exist, one where Clarissa left the island, and one where she stayed.
29/12/2011: Cranking the daddy issues up to 11: All the yelling and awkward hugs
30/12/2011: Letting Clarissa stay the night: Only because you're hurt, I guess...
3/1/3012: The man and child in the photograph
5/2/2012: Continuation of the daddy issues: How things could have been / I want to understand
>[Epic development threads go here/t-t-time-skip!]
13/2/2012: Rescue mission: It's okay, I'm here
nameissilver[It's amazing how one exchange can ruin your whole day, even if you're not directly involved.
Silver was actually feeling pretty okay. He'd been training, his Pokemon were strong and getting stronger, and the weather wasn't too bad on the CMA. He thought today would be a decent day after all.
Then he'd overheard another him talking to a Giovanni and made the mistake of listening. This Giovanni was gruff, but much kinder and more fatherly than the Giovanni Silver had known for ten years. Father and son, talking in a civil manner and bonding.
It was the exact opposite of the relationship Silver had with his father, and hearing every bit of it hurt. Fighting back tears, he stormed away into a forest, not wanting any more reminders of what he'd never have and never would have with Giovanni.]
Silver was actually feeling pretty okay. He'd been training, his Pokemon were strong and getting stronger, and the weather wasn't too bad on the CMA. He thought today would be a decent day after all.
Then he'd overheard another him talking to a Giovanni and made the mistake of listening. This Giovanni was gruff, but much kinder and more fatherly than the Giovanni Silver had known for ten years. Father and son, talking in a civil manner and bonding.
It was the exact opposite of the relationship Silver had with his father, and hearing every bit of it hurt. Fighting back tears, he stormed away into a forest, not wanting any more reminders of what he'd never have and never would have with Giovanni.]
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Jan. 15th, 2012 09:35 pmbandagedbandit[Celadon City's sullen back-streets are widely known for their filth, both in a literal sense and the types of people the unseen underside of any urban city sucks into itself. The bigger and shinier a city, the grimier and darker things become behind the scenes.
Celadon's alley-ways are dirty, dangerous, and certainly no place for a child. And yet they're where one five-year-old girl had to sleep last night. This place is worlds away from the preened and posh Saffron City suburbs with pristine gardens and smart rows of houses that Clarissa calls home — it's filthy and it's scary, and it's the most she can do to huddle curled-up in the doorway of a boarded-up building and wait for her parents to find her..and keep waiting, until she falls asleep there on the cold concrete steps.]
Celadon's alley-ways are dirty, dangerous, and certainly no place for a child. And yet they're where one five-year-old girl had to sleep last night. This place is worlds away from the preened and posh Saffron City suburbs with pristine gardens and smart rows of houses that Clarissa calls home — it's filthy and it's scary, and it's the most she can do to huddle curled-up in the doorway of a boarded-up building and wait for her parents to find her..and keep waiting, until she falls asleep there on the cold concrete steps.]
bandagedbandit[After a rather eventful night Clarissa has finally woken up. The unfamiliar room she finds herself in and the fact there's another person in the bed with her result in a moment of disorientated panic before the memories of last night come seeping back through the sleepy haze.
Considering how late a night it was and all the chaos that led up to it, she's actually feeling very well-rested and refreshed, though the amount of sunlight filtering in from around the seams of the curtains alerts her to how late she and her host must have slept, and her ankle still pangs every time she moves it. More sleep sounds like a good thing, so she'll go back to clutching the bundle of duvet in her arms (which she went back to clinging to instead of Silver sometime before waking up) and closes her eyes again.]
Considering how late a night it was and all the chaos that led up to it, she's actually feeling very well-rested and refreshed, though the amount of sunlight filtering in from around the seams of the curtains alerts her to how late she and her host must have slept, and her ankle still pangs every time she moves it. More sleep sounds like a good thing, so she'll go back to clutching the bundle of duvet in her arms (which she went back to clinging to instead of Silver sometime before waking up) and closes her eyes again.]
[Pokemon] Silver and Clarissa
Dec. 29th, 2011 01:26 pmnameissilver[it's been a bad day, and not just the usual kind. He woke up cranky, burned breakfast as usual, and his Pokemon picked up on his bad mood so they weren't even in the mood to train. So Silver's had nothing to do but sit around and think, which was not a good idea. Why? Because his thoughts turned to a place he'd rather they didn't. Which means he's wandering aimlessly around the forest, depressed and angry and in a generally shitty mood.]
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Dec. 21st, 2011 02:29 pmbandagedbanditIn which Clarissa finds herself with way more than she'd bargained for after a night with Lance. Here be pregnancy threads! (Probably not in any sort of chronological order...)
EDIT: Alternate source for part 1 of the first thread here. Because LJ is an asshat and DW comm-importing rules.
EDIT: Alternate source for part 1 of the first thread here. Because LJ is an asshat and DW comm-importing rules.
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Dec. 2nd, 2011 07:23 pmbandagedbanditIn which Clarissa finds herself with way more than she'd bargained for after a night with Lance. Here be pregnancy threads! (Probably not in any sort of chronological order...)
balloonwayfarerV.I.P mingle post for myself and Sakon, where we shall thread-out ~all the things~ No admittance to anyone other than myself and The One With The Miles Long Muselist.
redhotmagmaEventual voice test/experimentation/V.I.P mingle post for myself and Spy. No admittance unless you're one of the woosome twosome. 8]
bandagedbandit[It's still completely ridiculous to Clarissa how she wound up in this...situation.
It's not a date.
The fact she's out of uniform while spending time with another member of the team, and that her hair is a little neater and her outfit more flattering than usual may suggest otherwise, but it is not a date. Because she and Proton are not dating. ...There might be...slightly more kissing where there was once fighting before, but they are not a couple and this is not a date. End of story!
...Still, Clarissa can't stop feeling weirdly uncomfortable about this...this bowling trip thing, whatever it is, and sets about paying and getting the names for the scoreboard set up just to occupy herself with something other than Proton for a few minutes, throwing a minor fit when the attendant turns out to be as stubborn as she is and refuses to budge on not letting her forego the gross bowling shoes in favour of her normal boots.
Argument lost and everything set up, Clarissa will head back to their allocated lane, drinks in hand. She'll plonk them down unceremoniously on the small table between the two sofas, before busying herself with choosing a ball.]
I'm going first, got that?
It's not a date.
The fact she's out of uniform while spending time with another member of the team, and that her hair is a little neater and her outfit more flattering than usual may suggest otherwise, but it is not a date. Because she and Proton are not dating. ...There might be...slightly more kissing where there was once fighting before, but they are not a couple and this is not a date. End of story!
...Still, Clarissa can't stop feeling weirdly uncomfortable about this...this bowling trip thing, whatever it is, and sets about paying and getting the names for the scoreboard set up just to occupy herself with something other than Proton for a few minutes, throwing a minor fit when the attendant turns out to be as stubborn as she is and refuses to budge on not letting her forego the gross bowling shoes in favour of her normal boots.
Argument lost and everything set up, Clarissa will head back to their allocated lane, drinks in hand. She'll plonk them down unceremoniously on the small table between the two sofas, before busying herself with choosing a ball.]
I'm going first, got that?
bandagedbandit[It hasn't been the best day for Clarissa. After (bitching, whining, confining herself to the overnight room for hours instead of working) complaining of feeling exhausted and achy all day, she had decided enough was enough. As forcefully as one can be when they feel like the inside of their head has been packed-tight with cotton-wool, she had pawned-off her remaining paperwork onto the displeased grunts, before finally grabbing her things and leaving the base early.
A short while later, she is standing not outside her own front door, but Lance's. Her apartment would have been much easier to return to, but for some reason Clarissa is here instead. ...She just felt like it, okay? It's not like she wanted to see him that badly that she'd even drag herself all the way here when she's sick or anything, gosh. She hits the buzzer, not having the energy to rudely assault the door today (the only time Clarissa acts like a rational person is when something is wrong), before standing there swaying as she waits for Lance to answer, eyes screwed shut and knocking her palm against her forehead as if that will somehow dislodge the dull, heavy pain out of her head.]
A short while later, she is standing not outside her own front door, but Lance's. Her apartment would have been much easier to return to, but for some reason Clarissa is here instead. ...She just felt like it, okay? It's not like she wanted to see him that badly that she'd even drag herself all the way here when she's sick or anything, gosh. She hits the buzzer, not having the energy to rudely assault the door today (the only time Clarissa acts like a rational person is when something is wrong), before standing there swaying as she waits for Lance to answer, eyes screwed shut and knocking her palm against her forehead as if that will somehow dislodge the dull, heavy pain out of her head.]
