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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:53 am
 TEENName: Dartagnan Gender: Male Pokemon: Chibi Furfrou with + (Fire) & Pyrotastic Burn Cream Stage: Teen Player: Painted Moose Artist: Orpheus Solon This journal belongs to Painted Moose, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:57 am
Rules!
~Follow all shop and Gaian guidelines/rules.
~Unless otherwise noted, all art in this journal belongs to Jirachi's Wish, and Orphy, and is thus, not yours. DO NOT STEAL.
~Only post when given permission to do so, or if you are a member of the staff.
Navigation!
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Requirements
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:59 am
Dartagnan
Nickname: Dart
Gender: Male
Stage: Teen
Sexuality & Status: Bisexual (swings for manly men and girly girls) & Single
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Light as he looks
Nature: Outrageous
Occupation:: Hair Stylist/Groomer at Finnigan's
Likes: Sweets of all kinds, chick flicks, pop/dance music, shopping, showcasing his work
Dislikes: Scary things, fighting (unless it's cat fighting, meow~), chipping nails, sweating, jerks, having a bad fur/hair day
Personality: That squealing guy whose painting your Furfrou's nails and sitting on the counter? That's Dartagnan. He's a terrible gossip, with a propensity to flirting, and a knack for pointing out the obvious with the sassiest twist. You'll be hard pressed to find someone sweeter than this little flamboyant guy, or someone who can make you shine brighter, for that matter! He's prideful over his work, taking great pains to make sure that everyone who steps through the doors of his salon not only looks their best but feels it too.
Dartagnan also has a habit of calling everyone he meets, "Honey, Sweetie, Baby, Sugar, etc." It comes as natural to him as adding hair extensions. Needless to say the poor boy is terribly effeminate, not that anyone seems to mind; at this point it's just part of his charm.
Background: Flynn Finnigan came across Dartagnan when he was but a few weeks old. It was during one of the biggest festivals his city hosted, so the mass crowds and fanfare had kept him distracted for most of the night. As he stumbled back to his hotel room, arm around a man he didn't know, Flynn saw a little matted Furfrou playing among the wreckage. It bounced around tossed flyers, broken streamers and slipped discarded plastic beads around it's neck like the crown jewels. The exuberance shown by this one Poke'mon was enough to catch his eye that he left the man behind, and took the Furfrou to his room instead.
It was fortunate for Dartagnan that Flynn happened to be a groomer, a top notch stylist at that, and within hours he had the Furfrou looking his best. As Flynn sobered he realized that this Poke'mon was a lot like him; fabulous in every way, without anyone in his life to share that bright, bright love. So when he left to return home, he brought the newly named Dartagnan with him.
Their bond only grew as time passed. Dartagnan transformed into a child shortly after, and instead of being worried, Flynn took him under his wing. At first he taught him the basics; grooming for Poke'mon, cuts for humans, what songs to play, etc. For the most part he just swept up and kept the place clean. When he grew once more Dartagnan was on equal ground with Flynn, and the human made him a partner in the growing business. To this day they are as close as brothers, some even going so far as to say twins separated at birth (and by species).
Move Set: Tackle, Growl, Baby-Doll Eyes, Charm
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 12:10 pm
Type: Normal (Dart is now part fire thanks to potions!)
Number: #676
Average Height: 3'11”
Average Weight: 61.7 lbs
Species: Poodle Pokemon
Gender: ♂: 50% ♀: 50%
Resistant: None
Weaknesses: Fighting 2×
Immune: Ghost 0×
Evolves to: N/A
"Trimming its fluffy fur not only makes it more elegant but also increases the swiftness of its movements." - Omega Ruby
"Historically, in the Kalos region, these Pokémon were the designated guardians of the king." - Alpha Sapphire
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 12:13 pm
Teen -> Adult
3 Months Time - (April 26 - July 26)
1 Response to Growth - Got as teen, so skipping!
5 PDs - Chloe1
2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries - x & x
2 Skill Learned (must be something their Pokemon Type can learn aka a Charmander learning Ember or a Jigglypuff learning Sing) (500 Words Each)
1 Evolution! - None here!
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 12:16 pm
RelationshipsFamily
Flynn Finnigan - x - Raunchy, outrageous, and spirited, Flynn lives life on the edge. He likes to push the buttons of others just to get a rise, and can be quite the catty b***h. (31 yrs. old)
Marissa Birch - x - Receptionist and Flynn's best friend since childhood. She's more reserved than the boys, but generally goes along with them. Single mother; often relies on Flynn and Dart for babysitting. (29 yrs. old)
Irene Birch - Marissa's daughter, she's a frequent fixture of the salon and loves to spend time with her Uncle Dar-Dar. They're both convinced she would look precious with pink hair; her mother is not. (2 yrs. old)
Friends
Chloe - x -
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 12:19 pm
AnnoucementsApril 26, 2015 - Dart arrives!
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 7:54 pm
Dartagnan meets ChloeChloe
Chloe clutched at a small piece of paper in her hands. Was this…this the place? The teen had to double check the street one more time before feeling comfortable about walking up to the door. Madame had told me that I could find him here, but I dunno. Was it such a necessity to have a stylist? Or to even be so picky about it for the matter once she had one? The spewpa sighed quietly under her breath. It was so strange that her Madame was so specific in things including using this salon every time. Of course now that it was her dreaded turn to seek out a good stylist the Madame had to get a cold. So now it was up to her to pick her help. “Just what I always wanted to do.” Taking a deep breath Chloe swung open the door and tentatively entered the salon. Just tell them about my appointment…not too hard. Right?
Dart
Finnigan's was absolutely hopping today. The warmer weather brought customers in by the dozen, each seeking a new trim for both themselves and their Poke'mon companions. Tribal dance music pumped through the speakers at just a volume so talking came just as easy as random dancing spells. It was the type of day that made Dart a very happy man. Sashaying across the room, he went over to the receptionists desk, and peeped over Marissa's shoulder while she talked on the phone. With his hip cocked, Dartagnan was able to scan the list for his next appointment.
Twirling his hair about with a finger, he looked up to see a cute little whisp of a girl walking in. With Marissa preoccupied, Dart took it upon himself to welcome her. "Come in, sweetie, and get out of that dreadful heat." Looking down at the sheet, he peeped back up with a grin, "You wouldn't happen to be Chloe, would you?"
Chloe
It really was a busy place. I guess Madame really knows her places. The music was nice and upbeat though. Far more like her own style compared to the slow classical from yesterday. It was much more upbeat and alive. If there weren't a crowd of people present the teen might have considered letting loose to dance with it. Now though she just froze in place as she heard her name.
"Chloe?" Blinking her silver eys the spewpa flushed lightly, "That's me alright. Am I yours?" She smiled lightly before her flush rose. What an awkward way to word things. But it was strange she was expecting a female stylist but the air of this guy wasn't too far off. He seemd more gentle and feminine than the guys she knew...and he defintely had style.
Hopefully he would do as good as Madame wanted.
Dart
"If you're Chloe, then you're all mine, sweetie." Dartagnan winked her way, and traipsed out from behind the counter. He put his hand on his daisy duke covered hip, and used the other to motion her forward. "Do you want something to snack on? A drink? Jeanette makes great oatmeal cookies, but don't touch them if they're in the pink wrapper, those have raisins." The way he spoke was almost an aside, clearly an attempt at whispering thought from the way an older woman glared at him it didn't work.
Finally he settled behind a teal stylists chair near the back of the salon. The entire station was decorated in glitter, pink Blitzle print, and mirrors. So many mirrors. "Have a seat, and tell me what you're here for." He hoped for a lot of things, honestly, because Dartagnan was itching to get his hands in that hair. It was so full; thick and bouncy, with enough adornments to make him drool.
Chloe
Oh gods she was all his? Chloe flushed vibrantly at the thought. Maybe she should have skipped out on the hair styling today and just went to practicing. The Madame would have never known right? She sighed softly at the thought. Most likely the disappointment from the Madame at finding her lying would have haunted the spewpa forever then. At the mention of snacks the girl just shook her head, "I'm alright...thank you."
As she awkwardly sat in the seat Chloe found her legs still wanting to move. So as she listened to him she swung her legs lightly to try to ease her nerves, "What I'm here for?" She repeated with a frown, "I suppose just a trim and to restyle it a bit?" She bit her lip thoughtfully, "I'm not usually picky so the stylist always decides." Oh jeez I sound like a stumbling idiot.
Dart
Sashaying over to a little cabinet near his station, Dartagnan threw open the doors dramatically and began to search it's contents. The doors themselves were slow to open, almost as if this was such a common occurrence someone had prevented them from slamming into the wall.
"Oh?" Leaning back with a happy little grin, he picked up a cutting cape and kicked the doors shut with a perfectly pedicured kick. Of course the cape was as bright as the rest of his things. "Oh, I am just going to have a blast with you, honey." Tossing the cape about her, he clasped it behind her neck and turned the chair to face the mirror.
"Pigtails are cute; innocent. Full of life." He accented his speech by flipping them up about her face. Then as quick as he could, Dartagnan took up a pair of scissors and cut out the ties holding her hair back. "You are not innocent! You are a Persian ready to pounce. You are not cute; you are a seductress. An agile flower whose petals are poisonous to the touch, but oh so inviting."
Chloe
Wow. He must truly be into his work. Chloe had to resist the urge to giggle as she watched the drama unfold before her. She knew that stylists could really get into things, but she hadn't seen many male stylists before. Not like she had much experience in the first place, but still. He definitely was an interesting guy.
"You are?" Chloe raised an eyebrow. Was her hair that special or something for him to seem so excited about it? Then again others had always said she had beautiful hair. The one good thing that a spewpa seems to have. As he continued talking she could only flush, "I uh...think I am pretty good on being innocent actually." She squeaked in protest. She was definitely no persian wanting to pounce! She didn't even know anything about this seductruss business either. Was that like being a wizard or something to do with magic?
I'm also not a poison type... Chloe blinked helplessly as she tried to settle into her fate.
Dart
"Don't take it literally dear, it's an expression." Dartagnan patted her shoulder. Running his hands through her hair was more challenging than he thought it would be. Each time he hit one of her accouterments, Dart expected them to be able to disengage. To his amazement they did no such thing. "Well how odd," He murmured. He gently tweaked one about his fingers, and leaned forward to study it. "Natural accessories...I love it!"
The furfrou leaned forward to grab a water spritzer and went to town on moistening those luscious locks. "So, tell me a little about yourself. I want us to be come the best of friends, and I think it only fair that your hair resemble the young inside, don't you think?"
Chloe
"Oh." Chloe flushed as she felt truly dumb then. I really have no idea about things, do I? Perhaps it would be better if she just kept praticing dancing rather than her social skills. At least she wouldn't fail at that. As he ran his hands through her hair she had to wince lightly, "Yeah they're pretty natural." She commented shyly. At his compliment she smiled. At least he seemed to love them rather than find them a nuisance.
Chloe frowned, "About me? Umm...there's nothing much I suppose that's too interesting." oh did she really have to talk? The spewpa smiled faintly, "I'm just a dancer for Madame Rosette who owns the studio down the way. Other than that I guess nothing about me is too important."
Dart
In all actuality he quite enjoyed the little obstacles. It gave him something different to poke around with, and so long as he was gentle it would all work out right in the end. As his fingers ghosted passed the head set, he paused to look back to her, "And this as well? Are you a hybrid, honey? I've never seen quite this many goodies on any poke'mon before." It was truly quite exotic.
Once Dart had her hair nice and moistened, he took up his comb. What little knots there were he made short work of before starting in on the trim. "Madame Rosette, oh I knew I would like you. Charming woman, one of our favorite guests." Mostly because the girls she sent their way always wanted the most intricate of styles. Some of the stylists detested that sort of work, but at Finnigan's it was welcomed. "Nothing important," He scoffed and swatted at her shoulder. "Bah! You're a dancer, are you not? That's plenty important, dear. What sort of dancing do you do? I'm a bit of a shaker myself, you know~"
Chloe
Chloe was so used to the headset that she had almost forgotten it was there until the stylist spoke up, "Oh!" She almost shook her head but stopped herself. Probably shouldn't do that when he's working on my hair. "It was a blessing really. A singing pokemon that almost looked human happened to see me one day and she wanted to compliment me. So now I have that as well."
She smiled again, "She is a very wonderful lady." Oh he truly was full of compliments! Chloe blinked at him though as he swatted at her shoulder, "If you say so then..." She trailed off thoughtfully. She loved dance and thought the world of it, but she was still ge tting used to how many others truly respected the art. It definitely was amazing seeing everyones reaction to her line of 'work'.
"Ballet mostly, but I'm learning other ways of 'shaking'." She commented with a faint grin, "Madame says I need to learn to relax, but I truly enjoy practicing all that I can."
Dart
A blessing? What an odd concept. Dartagnan had to admit he was a bit jealous since no other Poke'mon had yet to bless him, but he wasn't so green with envy that he doubted his own fabulousness. He snipped and trimmed, weaving his experienced hands throughout her hair.
"Honey, if you were wound much tighter I could pull your hair and set you off like a wind up toy." Dartagnan cocked his hip, and pointed his comb at her in the mirror. "What you need is a night with yours truly. We'll go out, do some dancing, get into some trouble and drive all the boys wild."
Chloe
Chloe pouted at his comment, "Well maybe then I would be able to dance easier that way. Just wind me up and set me out on the stage." She murmured in reply. A rare moment of sass to show her true spirit that had been hidden behind the shyness. Why did he have to think she was so uptight? He doesn't even know me... But maybe it was true she did need to learn to relax more. Didn't mean that she wanted to easily admit to it though!
So lost in her thoughts Chloe just found herself nodding, "Sure, sure." Slowly though the words sank into and the girl blinked, "Wait, what?" Drive the boys wild go dancing? Who her? With him? Eh?!
Dart
"Oh, this skitty's got claws! Mreow!" He pawed at the air with his fake claws and chuckled. Setting his sheers down onto the table, Dartagnan began his styling. Every few moments he would take a curling iron to fluff up some spots, but for the majority it was just his own twisting with some product. A lot of product.
Dartagnan also pulled out a few flowered barrettes from his personal stash to add into the mix. When he was done he sprayed it, placed his hands on her shoulders and peeped around her head at the mirror. "See? Pigtails are so out. You'll drive them wild with this. Of course, I'll have to change it up for tonight...." He went on and on. Of course he had styled Chloe's hair into an updo with lots of bounce and curl. What else was he to do for a dancer, hmm? "I'll swing by to get you at 8."
Chloe
Chloe had no response for him until she saw her hair. It really was pretty! Gaze shimmering the girl looked back towards him, "It's really...beautiful." She whispered quietly. Sure the other stylists had done well, but Dartagnan really was something. He truly did go all out on this. She smiled and reached up to gently touch a flowered barrette.
"But wait! I don't know..." She blinked shyly...he had done so much for her already, "If I go can you promise to let me pick you as my stylist?" Chloe blurted out, "Madame says we are allowed if the stylist is willing that is." She flushed more, "So I suppose I can go out with you if that's the case then." Truly Chloe what are you doing? But surely there was nothing wrong with getting close to a boy that wanted to go dancing to get guys right? She definitely had to be safe there then.
She just hoped she could keep up with the pace as it seemed that this type of dancing would be more wild than she was used to.
Dart
Dartagnan's own eyes shimmered as he bent forward and gave her a hug. "Hair should reflect the soul, remember? And your hair is kickin'!" It was moments like these that made him happy to be where he was. If he'd been in any other profession, could he have brought out such a smile? Or created such beauty? Doubtful!
He had already begun to put away his things when he paused to look at her. "You want me...as your stylist? As in, a permanent stylist? Always come to me stylist, call me for performances, and all that jazz?" Dartagnan was beyond shocked. Madame had been in the salon a few times, yes, but her girls had always gone to the more experienced stylists. "Oh Arceus, child, I'm having a hot flash. You've given me the vapors. I need to sit down." He fanned himself with his hands as he looked about, finally sitting himself up on his styling vanity. Taking a tissue, he carefully dabbed his eyes, careful not to smudge his makeup. "Of course I'll be your stylist! I'll give you my personal number later so you can call me when you need me, baby girl."
When he was sure he would be able to stand without fainting he brushed off the cape, and took it off of Chloe. "There ya go, sugar bean. You're free to take on the world!...after you pay, of course, they'll take care of that up front."
Chloe
Chloe flushed at the compliment. Did that mean she had a 'kickin' soul then? The thought made her laugh softly. Still she was truly happy that the stylist was so happy with her question, "Yes, please! If you don't mind I would love for that." She nodded happily. His reaction made her smile even brighter. It was silly and dramatic, but that was why she liked him.
"Sounds like a plan then." She didn't have her own personal phone just yet, but maybe now she truly had a new reason to finally agree to the Madame's request. It wouldn't hurt right? Jumping from the seat she nodded towards Dartagnan, "Of course. I'll pay and the see you later?" She darted forward before turnign to look back at the stylist, "I'm easy to find just ask for me at the Madame's mansion!"
With that she darted up front signed her name on the bill for the Madame and eagerly went outside to get ready for the night.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 7:58 pm
Hot Mess - Teen Entry 1
Dartagnan flipped the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ with a tired little sigh. With his hip cocked to the side, he ran a hand through his bedazzled hair and thought over the day. The warmer seasons were great for business, but absolute murder on his calves. All of that running around! He rotated his shoulders, popping his neck in the process, and moved about to find a broom.
Almost as soon as his hands had found the cleaning tool a knock resounded at the front door. Dartagnan stilled. Flynn was in the back going over numbers, and the others would have been home by now. He looked sharply at the wall clock that read 10:34. The salon had closed up a full half hour ago, so what…
Another knock brought his attention to the door. Clutching the broom like a spear, Dartagnan slunk towards the front, making sure to keep his back towards the row of cutting sheers. He couldn’t see the figure just yet, other than the fact that they had dark chocolate skin. Just go away now! Shoo! Oh, he hoped they weren’t here to rob him; Dartagnan wasn’t much of a fighter and Jeanette had just touched up his nails not two hours ago.
Steeling his resolve, Dartagnan moved in front of the glass door and froze. “Oh no. No no no no.” His face turned pale as dread consumed him. What in Arceus’ name was he doing here? “You can’t be here,” Dart hissed from behind the security of the glass. “Get on now, shoo!”
“Dammit, Dartagnan, just open the door.” Dream rattled the door knob, and looked about him like a criminal hiding from the police. He might as well have been; bad press followed him like the plague. “Hurry up!”
Feeling regret building up, he sat the broom to the side and moved to open the door. As soon as Dream came inside, Dartagnan locked up and pulled the blinds. Clutching the curtains in his hand, the Furfrou turned around with the covered windows at his back. From all angles he looked extremely vulnerable up against the Ninetales. The only bit of backbone he had shown out from his crimson gaze. “Dream, look, I told you on the phone-“
“If you would just listen to me…” Dream approached Dartagnan, and paused when the Furfrou dodged around him towards the broom. He brandished it like a weapon, using the back of a salon chair like a shield. “Seriously, Dart? We’ve known each other for years and this is how you treat me?”
“Girl, you are straight tripping if you think I’m going to be caught dead with you now. You’re bad joo joo, and if they see you in here Flynn might as well sign over the lease. R.I.P baby, done.” He made a slicing motion across his throat, his decorative tail swaying behind him.
“You’re the only one I can turn to!” Dream held out his arms. Desperation gave a wild look to his features, and caused the fur on his tails to stand on end. “Look at me, Dart, I’m falling apart. Without my job I can’t keep up with all of this-“ He made a sweeping motion, indicating…well, all of him.
“It looks like a toddler tried cutting your hair.”
“It was a baby, but that’s beyond the point.” Interest peeked, Dartagnan stood up a little straighter as Dream went on. “Look, what if you came to my place for personal sessions; I just need someone to condition my tails and cut my hair. That’s it.”
Wagging his finger to the larger male, Dartagnan clucked his tongue and pointed out the loop holes. “That’s never it with you, Dreamsicle. First off, I’m not a ho that comes to your house at midnight, and conditioning those tails will cost you a small fortune. You said you were out of work baby, so how are you going to pay for it, hmm?”
As sassy as he was being at the moment, Dartagnan was starting to cave. Dream looked horrible. When they were both Poke’mon the two had been good friends, and had even trained together. As they changed they had grown apart, but they stayed in contact through the internet. Dart had been so out of the loop that he was ready to congratulate Dream on his engagement when news of his love child broke out, he got in a bar fight and left his fiancé. If anyone needed a hand out it was him. Or was it? Dream was pretty demanding, so maybe it would do him some good to learn how to take care of himself.
But how was he supposed to learn without any skills whatsoever? Without expensive products, he would have to work at it, and Dartagnan was sure he would hurt himself in the process.
“I…I’ve been working at the host club again, so paying you isn’t-“
“You’ve also got child support, baby.” Dart pointed out, and watched as Dream’s plan seemed to crumple. Sighing, he moved forward, and put a hand on his friends shoulder. The broom sat in the crook of his other arm, ready if need be. “Look…friend to friend, you need help sugar. A lot more help than I can give you.” Dartagnan patted his shoulder, “but good news is, the help you need is inside you, girlfriend. Right in there, underneath those sexy abs of yours. Oh, wait a minute-“ On habit, Dartagnan’s hand had moved to touch those luscious muscles and found them horrifically absent. He was still smooth, but no longer chiseled. Dartagnan gasped. “What happened to them?!”
“I stopped going to the gym.” Dream shrugged. “I still run, but keeping up the muscle mass just didn’t seem worth it now.”
Dartagnan sputtered like an old pastor who found out his grand-daughter was a whore. “Hold the phone, that isn’t happening. No way. You get back in that gym and I’ll help you out with this hot mess you’re calling a body right now. You’re killing me, you really are.” Dartagnan all but pushed Dream toward his styling chair. Once the other man was seated, the sat the broom to the side and ran his hands through once silken raven hair. What he found was coarse. Dartagnan clucked his tongue. “Well, I’ve seen worse….I’ll have to take off two inches just to fix your mess.”
Dream settled in, and kicked his legs out in front of him. “Do what you have to do.” It was finally starting to grow back out again, so it didn’t suit him to know it was going to be whacked off again. Still, what had to be done had to be done. “Do you…maybe want to see a movie sometime?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“…I’m trying.”
“Well, it’s terrible, and half-hearted. Like I said, not a ho, and not into guys who are still in love with their exes.” Before Dream could say anything back, Dartagnan jumped in. “Ah ah ah! You know I’m right. So hush.”
Moving towards his station, Dartagnan started in on what he hoped was his last client of the night. He didn’t know if he could take anymore craziness.
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