[center][color=#d3381c][h3]~Claire Blackwood~[/h3][/color][/center]

It was a pleasantly cool, early morning in the Blackwoods new penthouse in Pureplain. Claire was glad that she was finally able to get a goods night rest in her bed after finally getting the damn expensive thing moved in. Her mom was a little paranoid about not having the absolute best for her little fashionista of a daughter. At times, it was fun and Claire enjoyed the attention. Sometimes though, it was just annoying. She had the thing imported all the way from Kalos, from the most expensive place the Fashion Designer could afford. After working for almost three days straight in getting everything from her old room in Kalos moved in, it was a welcome rest.

[color=#d3381c]"Hrmm....pancakes..."[/color] The redhead stirred lightly under the soft blue covers as the smell of breakfast being cooked below made its way into her room. Drool fell from her open mouth as she began to dream about the deliciousness known as pancakes. They were so delicious in fact, they couldn't be real! They were just too good for the mortal world! So the sleepy teenager cracked open an eye, eyeing a hoothoot shaped clock sitting on nightstand next to the bed. She was silent for a moment, sleepy brain processing the bright lights on the display and trying to recall the sweet savory pancakes she had dreamed about.

[color=#d3381c]"GAH! I'm gonna be late!"[/color] Claire shot straight up in her bed, jumping out of the covers and landing on the ground with a light thud. She realized two things when she had looked at the clock. One, she should have been up a looot earlier. She was gonna be pressed for time to do her usual sparring routine with Medi. Two, she was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. That just wouldn't do at all. First thing first though - shower!

She bolted into the adjacent master bathroom that was connected to her room. Or would have, had her foot not get caught on a small cardboard box she had forgotten to put away after she was done unpacking it. She lost her footing...and slammed face first into the floor with a pretty adorable yelp and a squee noise.

[color=#d3381c]"I don't have time to be a klutz! Outta the way you useless piece of cardboard!"[/color] She quickly got back to her feet, shoving the box under her bed and making sure to head right to the shower this time. Considering she was gonna be the only one living here once her dad left, she got the bedroom practically all to herself. She was gonna [i]love[/i] being able to do whatever she wanted to in the apartment! Thoughts for later though, shower first, then food, then off to Kalmia for her precious little pokemon! After she got into the shower lasted barely for five minutes before she hopped out, pulling on her usual attire for the day before she realized she left her shoes downstairs in the foyer of the penthouse, her jacket downstairs on the back of a chair and her cap...where had she left that?

Eh, whatever, not important. First thing first! Go get some of those delicious smelling pancakes.

She walked from her room, noticing her dad's Medicham - affectionately nicknamed Medi (What? She was like, three and it was easy to say) - cleaning the room below. Claire popped her head over the railing, looking at the floor below. The medicham was humming a little tune to herself, broom in hand twirling about as she cleaned. Well, maybe she could get in a little training after all? Medicham didn't see her at all, and this was a perfect chance for a sneak attack! As quick as she could, she bolted down the stairs, running right for Medicham. She jumped towards the pokemon, aiming a fast paced, hard hitting uppercut right towards the pokemon.

[color=#d3381c]"SHORYUKEN!"[/color]

Being a nerd was fun.

The hit connected, catching the medicham off guard and sending it stumbling forwards, causing it to loose its grip on the broom in her hand. Success! She landed gracefully on her feet, smirking confidently as she swished her hair out of her eyes stylishly - without any hands. [color=#d3381c]"Wahaha, looks like you're gettin' rusty my old nemesis!"[/color] She waved a finger at Medi, winking provocatively. [color=#d3381c]"That surprise attack should have been easy for ya! At this rate you're gonna get surpassed!~"[/color]

Medicham easily regained its balance, the pokemons footwork being as exceptional as it was. It swiftly turned around and glared at Claire with the intensity of a thousand suns, taking a fighting stance. Claire glared back, muscles tensing as she prepared herself for a quick sparring match. She could feel the heat in the room increasing simply from how badly both of them wanted to go at it. Suddenly, they both charged at each other, both aiming a punch right for the others face.

[b]"If you two are gonna destroy this place, at least do it after I leave so I can have plausible deniability if your mom asks."[/b] An older black haired man spoke from the kitchen across the room. Judging from the nonchalance with which he spoke, this was likely a common occurrence.

They seemed to ignore this warning, however, as they couldn't stop mid assault. Iron wills clashed and they would not be sated so easily. The sheer pressure from these blows would cause a shockwave of pressure to blow away the entire penthouse off of the roof. Their fists met...and suddenly all that pressure dissipated.

[color=#d3381c]"Haha, looks like we'll have to put this on hold."[/color] Claire and Medicham both laughed loudly as their fists met, giving each other a friendly fist bump instead of a cataclysmic battle. Some may have found it odd that a sixteen year old was sparring with a pokemon, but Claire had been doing that since she could barely walk. After all, what better way to learn how to use martial arts than from a fighting pokemon? Flawless logic. She'd gotten quite a few broken bones to start with, but well, no pain no gain as they said!~

[color=#d3381c]"I'm gettin better ya know? One of these days I'll kick your butt Medi!~"[/color] She chuckled, giving her a friendly punch on the shoulder as she headed for the kitchen and left the Medicham to pick up the broom.

[color=#d3381c]"Yo, dad, I smelled pancakes."[/color] She took a seat on one of the stools at the counter, practically leaping onto it.

[b]"Your favorite. Fluffiest things in existence,"[/b] He said, setting the plate down in front of her. [b]"Topped with sweet berries, drowned in honey with a side of bacon, eggs and-someone might think I've raised a wild Lickitung as a daughter if you inhale your food like that."[/b]

[color=#d3381c]"Can't not inhale. Must get to pokemon lab."[/color] Claire said through mouthfuls of food, barely taking breaths between shoving forkfuls of food into her mouth. Claire's dad simply sighed, shaking his head. It was impossible to argue with his daughter when she was like this. Stubborn as her mom was when she set her sights on something. [color=#d3381c]"You see my shoes anywhere?"[/color] She asked after chugging down half a glass of milk.

[b]"Chaaam~!"[/b] As if to answer her question, Medi walked up to the counter, placing her shoes on on the ground near the table.

[color=#d3381c]"Thanks Medi!"[/color] She said, hopping down off of the stool and reaching for her shoes. She quickly put them on, struggling a for a few moments in her haste before standing, tapping her feet against the floor to make sure they were on good and well and making sure that she didn't leave the house forgetting to tie them this time. Next, the energetic redhead spun around, grabbing her jacket off of the back of a chair as Medi walked over to the door that led out of the penthouse followed swiftly by Claire.

[color=#d3381c]"Ah right!"[/color] She stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel and scanning the room quickly. [color=#d3381c]"You see my hat anywhere?"[/color]

[b]"Right here."[/b] Her dad replied placing the hat on her head. [b]"Next time remember to pick it up after you get done beating up poor Medicham over there."[/b]

[color=#d3381c]"Right thanks!"[/color] She said, giving her dad a hug. [color=#d3381c]"Seeyaloveyabye!"[/color] And with that, the redhead zoomed out of the door, grabbing her bag from Medicham as she waited by the door. Her dad simply watched as she left, shaking his head in amusement, finishing the last pancake that had the fortune to survive his daughters ravenous appetite.

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From her apartment, it didn't take Claire long to get to her destination. Just a short elevator ride to the bottom floor, giving a friendly greeting to the doorman, and then out onto the street followed by a brief walk to the lab. Now that Claire had gotten on her way and out of the house, she was visibly less energetic, though she still walked with an obvious excited bounce in her step. Today was the day, after all! How could [i]anyone[/i] not be excited for this? They were getting a pokemon for the love of everything holy and good! This was the most excited she'd been since she beat Medicham in a fight for the first time. She got most of that energy out back home, but she couldn't help but to just feel...GAH! She wanted to hurry up so she could fight something. But she would restrain herself.

Thankfully she arrived...well, on time. Or so she thought? She walked into the lab - or rather, right into the door as she attempted to open it.

"Locked?"

She [i]was[/i] on time. Claire Blackwood was never late for a date. Did this mean...she was going to have to wait?

She internally screamed.

[color=#d3381c][i]"Fine, fine, play it cool Claire, you got this. Just be your normal fabulous self and you can wait for a bit longer."[/i][/color] So, instead, she leaned against the wall next to the door, looking as fabulous and outwardly calm as possible.

Unfortunately, she really was terrible at waiting, and it'd probably show pretty soon.