Damp Fire-Clarissa

[eric blain lastings.]

Eric Blaine Farrows
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Eric snored gently on the small hammock he had brought from his house which was in three minute walking distance up the beach. Eric shifted his weight in the small hammock which rested between two poles he usually uses for laundry which he brought with him for this very reason. Eric snuggled light a four year old with a blanket, only difference was his blanket was his two month old kitten. As Killer the kitten purred innocently with sleep eye's by Eric's stomach Eric nuzzled the mesh fabric of the hammock. One hand rested on his kitten, Killer nuzzled his hand with his ginger muzzle. Eric smiled in his sleep as he enjoyed the dim light that filtered through dark clouds.

It was suppose to be a nice bright day but apparently meteorologists don't know how to read their own instruments. It didn't really matter to Eric who was sleeping blissfully with his cat. His original plan was to take some photos of the beach but sleeping was just as good. Eric turned on his other side which caused Killer to lose his balance and slip off of Eric's stomach. The kitten extended his small claws and gripped onto Eric's flesh. Eric awoke immediately from his slumber and grabbed the kitten from his stomach to cradled in his arms. Eric cringed in a dim pain as he gripped his stomach where he could feel his skin frayed from his now purring kitten. His other hand cupped the kitten, not only making the sleepy Killer purr in his palm but also flick his tail annoyed at being bothered.

Eric sighed as he sat up and laid the kitten on the hammock and in return received an annoyed meow. Eric rolled his eyes as he reached for his bag where his camera lied. He picked it up with ease and put the loop around his head so it dangled around his chest. Eric staggered sleepily to a pile of wood he had gathered earlier. He kneeled in the grainy pebbles and grabbed a couple pieces of wood and tried to arrange them in some kind of shape that he might guess would produce a nice fire. It was starting to get a little cold and Eric had to wait until sunset to get the photos he wanted. He had some kind of master plan to capture the perfect photo but his hope was dwindling from the lack of light. He was scared the photo might end up blurry if he had to have such a long shutter speed.

Eric glanced up at the dark sky and prayed it wouldn't rain, knowing his luck he knew it would probably rain. Eric pulled out a match from his swim trunks pocket. He pulled out a match and struck it and watched as it instantly sputtered out. Eric cursed under his breathe as he tried again to light the match with no avail.

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[clarissa amber giroux.]

a few weeks into school, how many clarissa didn't know or care, and she still had zero motivation to attend class. she'd made it to three complete days of school, and found it all extremely tedious. she couldn't benefit anything from attending class that she couldn't gain through her duplicate's memories on any normal day, and none of her teachers were the type to look for completed homework, so her grades were fairly decent from the one or two tests that had been done so far. her duplicates were smart enough as they attended class. she repeated again. there was absolutely no point to going to school.

so, naturally with that attitude, clarissa skipped. this time she didn't even bother sending a duplicate to class in her place. she just picked up the convenient phone in her room, spoke in a raspy voice, and politely informed the school's receptionist that she was down with a bad cold and would not be attending class for the day. the old lady at the front desk had no reason to question her claim, so clarissa was off home free.

once the students were in class and no one was around to see her sneak out to the gate. the forest was where she'd spent every other day of the week so far, and she decided to change up the routine for once. the front gate was never locked, so it was easy for her to push aside the big, black metal gate, and slip out to the world beyond.

a few minutes down of the walk, a red car came by. inside was a kindly old woman, who offered clarissa a ride when she told the story of how she lived on a farm down the road and was supposed to go to the beach to meet friends, but had no vehicle to do so and could she please get a lift through town? so for the next few minutes as they drove into st. michael's and through it to the beach clarissa was chatted up by the old lady who, she discovered, was named mrs. smithers, lived alone, had her husband die two years previous, and owned four cats named muffin, buttons, whiskers, and boots. she smiled and nodded along, all the while wishing that she could somehow switch places with her bubbliest, chattiest duplicate without the woman's noticing. she despised socializing on such tedious topics.

mrs. smithers dropped her off a two minute walk from the beach, where the road branched off into two directions, one leading to the beach and one in the direction that mrs. smithers had been originally headed. clarissa graciously thanked the woman, suppressing her eye roll at the too cheery 'have a nice day, ya hear?' until her back was facing the vehicle as it drove away. "cheery old nutcase," she muttered under her breath as she began her walk.

she wasn't really sure why she was heading to the beach. her strange encounter with that abe kid in her nightmare/dreams a few weeks ago had solidified the fact in her mind that she wasn't a fan of water. but then again... she hadn't drowned in her dreams. and as long as she could touch the ground at in the water, if there was no current, she'd be fine, right? either way, she didn't plan on going swimming today. she wasn't wearing a bikini or anything of the sort; just brown shorts with a bow and a sleeveless white top. it wasn't exactly good for the weather, but she had dealt with far colder temperatures than this before. she just wanted a change of scenery. she hadn't ever been to the beach before, and wanted to check it out. no harm in that, right?

as she drew nearer the beach and felt the sand under her flip flops, she saw that she wasn't alone this morning. there was a figure, a guy she thought, huddled down the beach near a hammock set up, huddled over what looked to be a fire-in-the-making. as she walked forward she noticed him attempt to light a match a few times, but to no avail. she smirked, unable to resist a comment in a slightly mocking tone as she came nearer, even though she hadn't intended on striking up a conversation. "need any help?"

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Eric Blaine Farrows
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Eric rolled his eyes and tried to light the match once more. He watched as it sputtered out as soon as it caught fire. Eric glanced at Killer who still rested in the hammock and had one eye resting on him. The cat only had one of it's eyes open and stared with an amusement he could swear only a human could have. Eric stuck his tongue out at the kitten, if the fur ball wanted to see a show he would show him one. Eric could hear the kitten purring from where he was crouched by the soon to be fire. As he pulled out another match and struck it he heard a girls voice right behind him.

"need any help?"

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Eric dropped the match instantaneously while whirled around to face where the voice had come from. A pretty red headed girl stood before him. She was wearing a tank top and shorts along with some sunglasses. Between the two of them you would never guess it was early october, Eric was wearing a variation of his work uniform, Red swim trunks and a muscle T. Eric gave her a small coy smile even though his heart was hammering against his chest threatening to give him a heart attack from the surprise. Eric didn't really think anything about her standing before him like it was normal for a girl to just offer help to grown men and give them heart attacks. He chuckled slightly as he looked down to where the match stayed lit on the ground. It figures, the first match he managed to light he dropped. He bent down to pick it up and just as his fingers touched it the small orange flame flickered out.

Eric stood back up holding the crisp used match. "Well, you are apparently a good luck charm, that was the first match that didn't die out immediately." Eric threw the darkened match at the pile of wood that he had hoped would become a fire, sooner rather than later. Eric took a couple steps back so he stood next to the mysterious girl and faced the fire. It looked kinda pitiful from where he stood and grimaced as his manhood was wounded from the girl seeing his attempt at a fire. The only thing worse than not being able to make a fire was asking for directions. Eric gathered his wounded pride and decided it was time to passed on the opportunity to make more of a fool of himself.

Eric took the box of matched and nudged her in the thigh with the flimsy cardboard. It didn't turn to look at the girl as he offered her the box of matches. Eric found it weird how his heart was still ramming itself against his ribs, he should have calmed down by now. Eric resisted the urge to grab at his chest but instead cleared the frog from his throat."I was never a good boy scout." He said still staring at his excuse of a soon to be fire. He was never a boy scout but he did beat up boy scouts when he was younger. He wasn't going to admit to that but he has been buying cookies from the boys and girls who came to his doorstep. He wondered if that counted as redeeming himself for being a bully when he was younger. He had grown out of being a bully.... now he was just a dick.

Killer poked his head up from between his paws in curiosity. The kitten purred as it tilted its small head to one side trying to identify the female that his master was talking to. Killer remained where he was comfortably curled into a ball. He cast his gaze upward to see that the sky was darker than it was before. He meowed softly not wanting water to come down from the sky and get him all wet. Killer readjusted himself so he could curl himself into a tighter ball.

Eric ignored Killers small meow which sounded quite feeble. He knew it was just the cat trying to trick the redhead into petting him. Eric had to admire the kittens intelligence, he had anyone wrapped around his small little orange finger. Eric cursed mentally, his heart still beat loudly in his chest, he could hear it in his ears and hoped that the redhead couldn't hear it also. Eric didn't understand why it was still racing, he wondered if he did have a heart condition. He knew it wasn't from the pretty girl, he had no problem talking to girls, he also had no problem flirting with them. Eric hadn't even turned on the charm and his body almost quivered in nervousness.

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[clarissa amber giroux.]

Well, he was kinda cute. Clarissa looked the other guy over, appreciating the tight muscle shirt and swim trunks though they didn't fit the season any more than her current attire did. It certainly didn't hurt her eyes at all. "Good luck charm, yeah, that's definitely me." No. If she was a good luck charm, it was only to other people and never to herself. If she were a good luck charm she would live with her real family, would have no memory of any sort of hardship in her life, and wouldn't have this freaky power that she had to keep hidden from the rest of the world. Nah, she definitely wasn't a good luck charm.

"Yeah, well, that's pretty clear," Clarissa chuckled, kneeling down beside the fire and ignoring the way the pebbly sand bit into her knees. She'd been in the streets for a good portion of her short life so far, so she took warmth in any way she could get it. That meant that if there was a short broken match lying on the ground, she picked it up, put it to some old newspapers, and made a fire. There wasn't a lot of leeway for failing to light a match or pitiful flames that went out immediately, so she'd had to learn fast how to properly light a match and figure out how to keep it lit. Of course, her techniques didn't work all of the time as whether or not a match lit was often largely due to the match itself, but she was pretty sure that she could do a better job than this guy was.

She struck the match and smirked as a flame came to lift on the tiny stick. She held it to the pre-made fire setting, and watched as things caught fire and the red flames spread. She felt kind of smug, yeah. Showing up anyone older than her, especially a pretty good-looking townie, made her pretty damn proud of herself. She liked being better than people and being able to show them up. Even if she'd never met them before, she had that competitive spirit inside of her that made everyone else a competition to be crushed. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" she smirked, looking up towards the guy with a cheeky look in her eyes.

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Eric Blaine Farrows
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Eric chuckled as she lit the match but quickly closed his mouth as he was dumbfounded as she started the fire. He tried not to show his hurt man pride and instead watched the smoke crawl up the sky in a grey haze. He continued to watch the rising smoke until his eyes met the dark looming clouds which threaten to rain any second. Eric continued to watch the sky as he started walking to where the pretty red head girl had started the fire. Eric played with his tongue piercing as he contemplated what to say that wouldn't make him look like a dumb ass. He drew a blank, he figured anything he would say would make him look like a dumb ass.

Clearly you were a great boy scout." He teased as he nudged her gently trying to keep his heart rate at a normal rate... A hard and next to impossible task while standing next to the girl. Eric had never seen the girl before but that didn't mean much since he spent his time life guarding as well as taking nature shots, his current favorite thing to photograph. He wonders what Killer is doing but ignores the small kitten for a while, the small bundle of fur always gets all the attention. Eric smiled a his own thought, remembering the last time he was on the beach taking photographs of the island in the middle of the lake. Eric was planning on taking photos of the beach but the clouds have ruined and shot of Eric getting any great photos.

Eric picked up his camera from around his neck and pointed it at the growing fire. As he looks through the camera he slowly crouched to his knees to get a better angle on the quickly burning fire. He is completely undeceive of the shot he wanted and keeps glancing behind him to see the redhead. What was wrong with him? He loved photography, why was he getting so distracted. Eric slowly focused the camera and adjusted the shutter speed. He knows that the shutter speed is going to have to be slow giving the photo more exposure.

CLICK

Eric sighed out the breathe he didn't realize he was holding. If he had moved in the slightest he would have been stuck with a blurry photo. Eric set down his camera to rest back on his chest and tipped his head backward so his weight pulls him to fall on his bum with a soft thud. Eric gaped as the wood he had set become engulfed in flames way quicker than he had anticipated. The fire was to bright to photograph which left him with only that one photo he was unsure if he had been shaking. Eric glanced back up at the clouds overhead and sigh slightly. Without breaking his gaze from the clouds he clears his throat, his really dry throat. Since when did he get dry throats in front of pretty girls?"Since when did you become the fire god?" He said motioning to the fire which thrived almost unnaturally. He broke his gaze from the clouds to look at the girl. He flashed her his most dashing grin before he heard a small meow, clearly audible. Stupid cat is going to steal my thunder In that moment he wondered if he should have not adopted the kitten.

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[clarissa amber giroux.]

Clarissa raised an eyebrow, looking up at the guy but unable the hide or hold back the smirk that continued to show. If he wanted banter back and forth, she'd be all too happy to deliver some. But why shouldn't she have a bit of fun of her own with this? "Do I look like a boyscout to you, dude? There're certain things that set me apart from nerdy little boys with squeaky voices, no muscles, and no self-respect, the least of which being the fact that I am very clearly a woman."

Good looking guy at the beach with swim trunks and a muscle shirt. She hadn't exactly been expecting him to pull out a camera like he was the next big fashion photographer or anything, so yeah, she couldn't help but stare as he got to work. Yes, she was positive the shock of him being some sort of artsy camera guy was the only thing that made her unable to pull her eyes away from him. There was no other reason. Sure, he was better looking than any buffoon she'd run into around Power's Academy, but that was besides the point here. She wasn't looking for a friend or anything more here or anywhere else. ...Yeah, you know her lack of focus was pretty bad when even her thoughts started to ramble.

She watched with a raised eyebrow as he picked up his camera and began snapping shots. She hadn't really taken him as the 'artsy' type that she automatically thought of when she thought of pictures and such. He looked too... well, he just didn't seem the type. Art, to her, like photography was to be done by misfits and shy focused girls or guys with glasses and pimples. Nerds. He didn't seem to fit that stereotype at all; not that she was complaining.

"Fire goddess," she corrected him with a cheeky smirk. She was really surprised that she hadn't walked away yet or anything like that. Apparently she was in a good mood. "And I'm not. I guess the fire just likes me." She had the power of duplication, not pyrokinesis, and though pyrokinesis would have been more useful when she was on the streets. She definitely had no super being control over tongues of flame.

The meow distracted her, and she glanced down at the tiny kitten with a much softer smile gracing her delicate features. She liked animals. Of course, nothing compared to her own three pets, Axel, Sora, and Roxas, but this kitten had a bit of cute charm that three large, hairy tarantulas did not. She reached out to place her hand atop the kitten's tiny, furry head and scratched behind it's ears. "What's its name?" Yeah. She asked for the animal's name before asking for his or offering her own. She saw nothing wrong in that. At the moment the kitten was the only thing she cared o know the name off, anyway.

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Erics slowly stood up straight from his crouch next to the fire despite his body's protest. Eric was caught off guard by her comment about not looking like a boy, she clearly wasn't. He couldn't help but arch an eye brow at the girl's almost angry comment, it didn't take an genus to see she was a girl. A really hot girl but that was besides the point. Eric found it a little weird why she had to state that, most people would probably see his sarcasm or the general point. Eric brushed the thought off not really caring, she seemed different. Not different like weird but different as in... well different. He didn't know how to explain it and trying to come up with a definition only gave him the beginnings of a headache. He dropped trying to explain it and just settled with different, he also told himself to keep it to himself since not many people took being called different as a complement.

"Someone is a little defensive. Hiding something I should know?" He couldn't help but say the stupid remark. Eric knew she was a girl, her long legs which seemed to go on forever proved her to be nothing other than female. Eric kicked himself mentally wishing that he would think every once and a while before he opened his mouth. Especially since a lot of what came out of his mouth was either trash talk, rude or just demoralizing. Eric shifted his weight slightly listening to the grainy pebbles crush beneath his flip flops. He had just came back from work and didn't bother changing into normal clothes, instead he was freezing his ass off trying to take some pictures almost in the dark. Eric stood next to the fire but hadn't felt the heat of the orange flames sink in yet, he decided it was either a delayed feeling or Eric was just numb beyond belief. He wasn't sure which one.

He snorted sightly as she corrected him about her being a girl yet again. Eric bowed his head in a mock hailing to the fire goddess, stupid but made him smile like a child non the less. He tried not to open his mouth knowing he would make another snide, rude remark. He didn't want to risk the moment by opening his mouth but it didn't matter since the stupid cat had opened his small little mouth and stole the girl from their conversation. He contemplated making Killer an indoor cat confined to a small space so other people might acknowledge him instead of the little kitten. Eric sighed slightly and reflied in a clearly flat unimpressed tone. "His name is killer' Eric paused a couple moments before he picked up the camera and focused the lens straight at the little kitten as it closed his eyes in blissful content. Eric could hear Killer's purring from where he stood, it amazed him how such a small body made such a huge noise. Eric crouched down and adjusted the camera speed and snapped a picture just as the kitten nuzzled the girls fingers. "He likes anything that has the ability to pet or feed him" He wanted to be mad at the kitten but couldn't help but smile as he watch the kitten continue being an attention whore. The little guy was way too cute for Eric's liking. The name was just pure irony.

He snapped a couple more pictures before he finally rested the camera back around his neck. Eric was pretty sure he liked developing the photos more than actually taking them . He couldn't wait to develop them, the smell of the chemicals mixed with the darkness of the room followed by silence mixed with the feeling that the product will be your creation and yours alone. He felt a sense of pride whenever he developed his photos, that tidbit of information would never leave his mouth. If anyone asked him why he started taking photographs he would lie and say he wanted to photograph hot nude chicks. He couldn't help but try and salvage some sort of his manhood. Eric cocked his head to the side as he watched the girl play with the cat, her back to him. He picked up his camera and focused on the back of her head which reflected the slim lighting that somehow creeped through the clouds.

click

He knew it was a perfect photo not because of some sort of angle or how he had focus the camera.

The subject made every shot.

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[clarissa amber giroux.]

This was really weird for Clarissa. Why was she still hanging around? Her time at Power's Academy had clearly established that she was not one for socializing, even in minor social situations like class. She stayed away from crowds, finding more desirable company in herself than she'd ever been able to find in another person. She just didn't talked to people. She didn't. It wasn't a part of who she was. She was perfectly happy with her solitude and silence to anyone but herself. She was independent. She didn't need interaction with other human beings to be happy. Usually she walked away the moment someone tried to start a conversation with her, or a conversation she'd started lasted more than a pleasant 'Hi' and 'Goodbye'. But here she was, smirking along with everything that was going on, and she wasn't even planning her escape yet. That was just a little bit out of character for her, yeah.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, causing her vibrant red hair to shake around her face with her movements. "Yeah, I'm really a guy. I just look really feminine," she informed him, sarcasm layering every word.

She smiled, looking down at the fuzzy little kitten. She had never had a cat herself. Some of her foster parents as she'd grown up had had cats and dogs, sure, but those were her foster parent's pets. Not hers. The animals had all hated her as much as their owners had come to hate her. And of course, you couldn't keep a pet when you couldn't even look after yourself. When she came to PA, her choice of animal was hardly what anyone else would find appealing. Tarantulas. Tough. Furry. Easy as hell to manage, if she were being honest. There was something beautiful about the eight legged creatures, so when she had the chance, she couldn't help but get three of her own. She naturally preferred them more than she would ever prefer to have a hyperactive puppy or an indifferent cat, but she had to admit that this tiny little furball was pretty cute. "Killer. I can see how you got that name. He seems pretty damn eager to jump at me and slit my throat with those sharp, tiny claws of his." She just nodded. Of course. Wasn't that the case with all pets? They only liked you if you did as they wanted. "Yeah, my pets are the same way."

She returned her attention to the tiny kitten, who seemed extremely impressed with the amount of attention it was getting. She was wondering how old it was, but didn't want to ask too many questions and get annoying. Wait. She was concerned about becoming annoying? Where the hell did that come from? When Clarissa wanted to know the answer to something, she asked. She didn't hold back worrying about what someone else was thinking. That just wasn't like her at all.

God must be screwing with her brain today.

"And what's Killer's owner's name?" she asked after a moment, turning to look at the guy again. As she did she heard the distinct click of a camera, and the lens were pointed in her direction. Take a picture, it'll last longer, was the immediate comeback that came to mind, btu that didn't make any sense because, well, that's what he'd just done. "Shouldn't you ask? It's only polite." Her tone implied that she didn't really mind, though.

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Eric chuckled at her sarcasm. He knew she was kidding about being a guy without her sarcasm laced words. He really didn't know how to react to her words since his own words were usually met with silence, Eric was new to hearing sarcastic remarks redirected back at him. He tried wiping the stupid smile off his face but after a couple tries he realized it was plastered on his face. Eric glanced up and was glad to see the girl still had her back to him, allowing him a couple more attempts to try and get ahold of his facial functions. Eric glanced back up to still see her back at the ginger kittens paws walking back and forth allowing for maximum petting. Who knew the little attention whore could save him every once and a while. Eric reconsidered hating the cat, he knew that he loved the fur ball way too much but he considered one day he might vocalize his feelings for the kitty. One day... when no one was around so he could deny it and carry on pretending to be forced to care for the kitten.

Eric's smile turned into a set line as he wasn't sure if she was serious or not about Killer. Eric knew he wouldn't hurt a fly.... Scratch that, couldn't hurt one since the cat had next to no hand eye coordination. The kitten opened his eyes and rubbed his eye with his small paw. It was if he was trying to kill both observing people with his cuteness. Eric wasn't going to have it so he decided to look away from the cat before he was too transfixed on the adorable little guy. He instead stared at the darkening sky as he wondered what kind of pets the girl might have. He thought maybe a small little puppy but she seemed really low key, and a dog was way to much maintenance, even for Eric so there was no way she had a dog. He drew a blank so he decided to ask. "What kind of pets want to kill you?"

Eric picked up his camera once again and took another photo of the girl. He was hung up on why he kept taking photos of her,sure she was really pretty but he was pretty sure is she stayed for another twenty minutes he would have completed a full roll of film just on the back of her head. He focused in on her exposed shoulder and smiled slightly as the background became blurry like she was the only thin important in the shot. Eric snapped the shot as she turned around, probably ruining the shot. Normally he would have been kinda upset on wasting some film but seeing the girls face had made the wasted film worth it. He smiled meekly. MEEKLY! Eric didn't do anything meekly, what the hell was wrong with him.

Eric was caught off guard by her question, he hadn't even realized he didn't know the girls name. He had been perfectly content with calling her the girl he had forgotten that people even had names. Eric felt stupid about thinking that but simply cleared his throat as opened his mouth to tell the girl his name. He shut it after a moment before he smirked slightly."Well, if we are playing the name game I thought ladies always go first." He found it surprising that he was being slightly witty today. Usually he wasn't focused enough to come up with anything that might pass as witty but apparently he was on a roll tonight. He managed to shut his mouth a couple times and even managed to call the girl a man. The second part he wasn't so happy about but it hadn't come to kick him in the rear yet so he figured it was a good sign. He wasn't really thinking about what he was doing as she asked him a question noticing him snapping away with his camera."If I asked then you would know I was taking a photo killing the whole feeling of the shot which isn't as appealing as spontaneous, oblivious models. I don't find sears catalogues artsy, do you?" He felt kinda stupid saying something totally geeky and immediately blushed a little which he tried to hide by looking at the kitten which still wanted to be petted. Eric found photos with incredible potential ruined by models who were looking at the camera with a fake smile plastered on their faces or the obnoxious pouty face that was apparently in right now. Eric wished he learned to think before he acted.

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[clarissa amber giroux.]

She shook her head, an amused smile on her pale lips. "No! I didn't mean they want to kill me- though... well, no, they're actually genuinely harmless. Anyways, what I meant was the way that they get along or worship anyone who gives them any attention. It's just like your cat." Yeah, Axel, Sora, and Roxas were pretty harmless, though last year she'd had three roommates run in terror and get their dorms reassigned once they realized what their 'extra roommates' were. Clarissa was technically not allowed to keep a Tarantula on campus. Dogs and cats were allowed. Anything more exotic, like poisonous spiders for example, were forbidden. If the scaredy cat roommates from last year had tattled to the headmistress or a teacher about Clarissa's pets, she would have been in some deep trouble. Thankfully, they'd all quickly realized that she was not a pushover and if they wanted to mess with her a war would be started. People rarely messed with Clarissa once they realized that she wouldn't hesitate to punch them out. Besides, she always had numbers on her side. Anyone who tried to mess with a duplicator was just a plain old idiot asking to get their ass kicked.

"Ladies go first if they're stuck on letting men do all of the work for them," she instantly quipped back. "If they don't intend on being a frail damsel in distress, I see no reason for them to follow the usual gender rules, either." Clarissa wasn't a girl to follow the stereotypes. If she hit a guy, she hoped they'd hit back because if it were the other way around she wouldn't hesitate to knock them out. If a guy asked her why she didn't wear a dress, or put more effort into her appearance, she'd spit on him. If a guy treated her like a fragile little doll, she'd kick them in the nuts. Yeah, you get the point. She hated being treated like a girl with all of the olden day rules of how girls and guys should treat each other. This was a modern age for modern ideas, none of that Victorian era nonsense (if that was where those 'proper' ideas came from. She didn't really know).

The red haired girl got the sudden mental image of herself at some cheesy photo shoot, posing with a big fluffy pink jacket, grinning at the camera with a sickly fake smile until she thought her lips were about to fall off. Who would ever want to act so extremely fake, just for a bit of money? It didn't make an sense. Models in those pathetic catalogues, though Clarissa had actually only seen one in her entire life, were ridiculous. When they looked ridiculous, Clarissa couldn't see how anyone would be encouraged to buy the product. Why didn't those companies set up little parties, dressing up the guests in their outfits and snapping shots of people actually having fun? It would have looked a lot better. "I still think that the back of my head isn't the best shot you could get," she informed him with a slight laugh. But hey, to each his own. She wasn't that artistically inclined herself, in drama, music, or photography, so she probably shouldn't judge.

She looked around over the beach, eyes quickly sweeping over the water as she ignored the tense knot of fear that instinctively appeared in her stomach whenever she glanced at water deeper than a bathtub. Given the dark sky hanging above them, it wasn't surprising that they were the only two on the beach, and somehow she really didn't mind their solitude at all. This was probably the first time in a year that she didn't mind company. Was she getting sick or something? "So... you come out here just to snap pictures?"

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