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********, Clerise was sore. A night spent in the company of Clarice and her fine, fine bathroom wasn't enough to erase the fact that she had been trounced by three upper level hunters in the span of a week or two.

It was not her brightest hour, it was true.

Thanks to the deep seated burns in her muscles and the scabbed slashes from various blades-- or in Whiny's case, a GIANT ********' WHEEL-- the redhead decided that she may want to hit up the gym, instead of the training fields, this time.

In uh. Some worn out sneakers, this time, yoga pants, and a tanktop, instead of the thigh high boots and a leotard.

Clerise carefully loaded weights onto the bar, humming to herself. Balthazar was around her neck-- not the best place for him, but he got fussy as hell when she tried to put him away.

She was well warmed up by now, face flushed with exertion. A nice 250 deadlift set of 5 by 1s would work for today.

Clerise's own first days on the island had been more forgiving. Certainly brutal in terms of spars and aches and pain-- but she had friends that put up with her. Balthazar wasn't that bad, either, and he was content enough to sleep as she worked out.

With the sets of dead-lifts done, she jumped up down, shaking out her shoulders, oblivious to the world around her. That is, until she was putting weight backs.

Weird. No one...really just...DID bicep curls, right? There weren't any guidos here. Clerise blinked, obviously confused by his trepidation.

"Oy, ginger ninja," she said, waving at him with a hand, not realizing who the b*****d was quite yet-- she was s**t at recognizing people from the internets.

"You need a spotter or something?" Clerise jabbed a thumb at the bench press and a few other things, head tilted. Waiting.

Or maybe he really WAS just going to do bicep curls. Weirdo.

Clerise cocked her head again, like a confused animal, at how much he hated the word.

"But you're covered in freckles," she said, gesturing at his face, nose crinkled in confusion, getting closer. "You're also paler than I am." Despite being a redhead, Clerise's hair was closer to candy oranges and yellow. At the "woman's night" comment, the acrobat laughed hysterically--

and, perhaps, not in the best of ways, as it took on a cruel and maniacal edge.

Clerise Nicole Wilson had just realized that this ******** was William Reed. Red eyes grew cold as the smile on her pierced lips failed to reach them.

"Why HELLO there, William," she crooned, advancing on him, her stance immediately shifting from weary and casual into something more dangerous.

"I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed by a woman doing better than you, after all," she crooned. "Go on, run away scared with your tail between your legs. I won't tell." Her voice had taken on a mocking tone, and she dismissively raised her head, lips in a sneer, shooing him away with a hand.

Clerise would get them, come summertime. A dusting across her nose and shoulders, only arriving after many hours spent in the sun.

"Okay, William," Clerise crooned, licking her bottom lip in a slow, deliberate manner. A lioness before her prey-- formidable, likely, from his stature. She had been expecting him to be short, really. Napoleon complex and all of that.

"You want to prove me wrong, then, mister bicep curls?" She grabbed Balthazar, yanking down on him as he slid from watch to ringblade, gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

"Let's go outside, I rather like the gym."

At the insistence that Rep would go EASY on her. Oh. Oh, this was precious. Laughing, the redhead just grinned, showing too many teeth.

Christ.

She didn't even have her gauntlets-- this was going to hurt.

Would be worth it.

Rep would need to get used to it-- there were a fair share of girls on the island that didn't put up with s**t like his. Clerise knew, really, that she should just laugh at it...but it bothered her.

It bothered her deeply that he thought, in all seriousness, that he was...better. Because of his c**k. NO c**k WAS THAT GREAT, OKAY?

"Oh, no need to be so hard on yourself, if you wanted to be on your knees in front of me, all you had to do was ask, William!"

Oh yes. She had just insinuated that Rep was a woman. Clerise obviously had no real regard for her own personal safety. Obviously.

They were outside the gym, now, and Clerise swung Balthazar around loosely, stretching her shoulders out.

This was going to be FUN.


[[ hp// 40
damage done// n/a
charges// 0/3, 7d4 ]]

Clerise just rolled her eyes, beckoning at Rep.

"I'll let you get first swing, sweetling," the acrobat crooned, crooking a finger at the other redhead. "Unless little ginger ninja's too scared to come at me proper, now that we're out in the open~?"

She was poking the bear. Poking the bear with a big, fat stick, sharpened. With a tazer attached.

It was exhilarating. Or maybe that was just the anticipation of a fight-- they always made her a wee bit weak in the knees with excitement. There was nothing better than testing your mettle against another-- and normally? Normally she wouldn't care much if she lost as long as she gave it her all. But if Clerise lost today, she was going. To be. SO. PISSED.


[[ hp// 40
damage done// n/a
charges// 0/3, 7d4 ]]

"Oh, for some reason, I doubt you really had much of a momma to begin with, Willy," she called back, sneering, unprepared for the blow that came down hard against her FEAR shield.

Sweet christ, she was not expecting such a blow to start with. She staggered back, wobbling visibly as the blow resonated throughout her body, limbs vibrating from the impact. OW. OW OW.

{[ You are a fool, Clerise Nicole. You knew he was volatile. ]}

"Whatever," she muttered at Balthazar who slowly was awakening in her mind, his rapier wit coming back at him.

"I was raised not to hit anyone at all," Clerise growled, charging at the other redhead, swinging Balthazar around her once to build up momentum and bringing him down on him, her own irritation evident behind the force of the swing.

[[ hp// 40 - 8 = 32
damage done// 11 - 6 = 5
charges// 1/3, 7d4 ]]

"Hahhaha, say it with enough conviction," Clerise said with a laugh, even as the weapon caught her in the shoulder, this time thoroughly knocking her on her a**. "and you just. Might. BELIEVE IT."

There was pain in her voice, as the gigantic axe HAD smacked her rather hard, and she felt her FEAR shield actually crack under the force of the blow. Shee itttt. Maybe he wasn't so weak after all.

"Gross!" Clerise spat, jumping back onto her feet as fast as she could manage. "I, in no way want to see your firecrotch, dude!" Lunging at him, she struck out with him in a horizontal arc, just barely glancing him.

Ugh. What a tool. Her shoulder hurtt, god. Why deadlifts. Why today!

[[ hp// 32 - 7 = 25
damage done// 8 - 6 = 2
charges// 2/3, 7d4 ]]