[Blaire] The first move

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Anne normally did not go out for runs at this time of the night. In fact, anyone who knew her well enough would either giggle or think she was off her head for going out on a run this late. The ones who would giggle would probably get their noses broken, but they'd know the truth. Anne kinda sorta, well, maybe...not really...okay, yes (although she was hard pressed to admit it) was actually going out with someone. Well, it was still somewhat grudging, but grudging in a way that just kept Anne consistent, because she didn't mind too much, well, not anymore.

But that didn't mean she wasn't above scaring the crap out of Blaire, because she could still very well recall a kiss she had never really wanted. Okay, maybe she'd kinda sorta maybe enjoyed it. But Anne was still not that far as to admit that, even though she had a suspicion Blaire had already riddled her out. This was why she was out for a jog at nighttime, along the place Blaire walked to get home. She'd meet her nearby here, and jump on her, freak her out a bit. She was dressed all in black, and figured that if she moved like a mugger Blaire would have a momentary heart attack and Anne would get a laugh or two.

Anne really needen't have bothered to try and freak her out tonight, since Blaire was probably getting enough of that - not that Anne knew. All she knew was that she was going to meet Blaire...hm. Maybe she'd wait across the street, by his convince store. She turned the corner and waited, diagonal from Blaire's route. She waited for a bit, then heard screaming. Actual, terrified screaming, and someone shouting. What the hell? It sounded like Blaire! Anne heard another scream and decided not to wait to find out who it was. If it was Blaire, Anne would help her. If it wasn't, Anne would anyways, but it would bust her surprise attack.

She headed for the alleyway the sound was coming from, and sure enough, found Blaire and some guy kicking her. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Rage kicked in, and adrenaline. Anne fell into a fighting stance. if she had her way, This kid wouldn't be going anywhere. "You wanna punch me, then do ya? C'mon, big man! What, can take my girlfriend but scared of me? Huh? Whatsat? Lemme come closer, bitch, I'll be able to hear you then!" Anne lunged, landing a couple solid blows before the man hit her in the side. brass knuckles. Ow. But she seemed to have caused the more damage, or the fact she was grinning with blood lust might have done it. The man fled, and Anne resisted every urge to pursue, instead bending down by Blaire. "Hey, wakey wakey...you okay, there? If you're broken into fifty fucking pieces I'm going to make it fifty one pieces." Anne threatened, but there was concern in her voice.

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tagged| Dee / Blaire

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

GO INSIDE FOR YOUR FINEST INSPIRATION
your dreams will open the door

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• • • • • • • • • • • ANNE BAURER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

She had actually had a good night at work tonight, her and one of the bartenders spending a majority of their shift talking to a group of five regulars. They were very sweet guys of varying ages, always silly and happy drunks with their one designated driver. Despite having suspicions that Blaire was male they flirted with her and showered her with compliments. They asked her to wear softer colors rather than the blues and blacks she had on today, though complimented her on her attire none the less. She had a black tank top on under a royal blue tunic that had only one sleeve. Black tights covered her legs and a pair of black boots on her feet. To keep her hair out of her face she clipped some of it aside with a darker blue bow, mascara on her eyes and gloss on her lips. The ends of her nails had a blue French manicure and a silver necklace was around her neck. Her platinum blonde hair was curled and left cascading down her shoulders and backs and her fringe brushed her brows. She had spent most of her night laughing and joking with the five guys, making them drinks and blushing at the compliments they shower her with. She promised to wear some pastels next time she saw them and they promised to take her out for dinner some time. Whenever they said things like that she never took them to heart though, they said things like that to her and the other bartenders all of the time. If they got drunk enough they would promise the bouncers the night of their lives. It was definitely a good night, especially with how much tips they got tonight from the five men.

The weather was quite warm so she opted for walking rather than calling a cab, not really figuring much could happen tonight. She was usually weary of walking home from work, but it wasn’t like she lived very far. She planned on sticking to the main streets, which would take her longer but be much safer. Though the bar she worked at was in a darker side of town, so she had no choice but to pass by some shady streets before getting to where she felt safe. She had her iPod in as she walked, keeping the volume down low just in case. The upbeat pop music didn’t necessarily calm her down, but it at least distracted most of her mind from crazy scenarios of what bad things could happen to her. Though on this particular night it seemed that the crazy scenarios she was coming up with weren’t so far off. Before she even had time to react she was being grabbed from behind, and punched in the side, causing her to fall forward and cough. She flailed and tried to pull away from whoever was grabbing and hitting her, but a blow to the side of the head sent her to the ground, the blow causing her to scream loudly. Hoping someone was around she continued to shriek. Who knows, maybe there was a convenience store open all night.

Tears were rolling down her eyes as the man continued to attack her, not knowing what else to do other than scream. At first she didn’t recognize the voice yelling at her attacker, but there was no mistaking that rage and that red haired man woman. If not for how much pain she was in she would have smiled upon hearing the word “girlfriend” come from Anne’s mouth. Not boyfriend. Girlfriend. She had wanted that for so long, and Anne was now admitting that she liked Blaire. Too bad it had to happen under these circumstances. She stayed on the ground, sitting up against the wall of a building with her knees close to her chest and her arms hugging them tightly. She couldn’t watch Anne hitting the man, nor could she watch Anne being hit back. A wave of relief swam over the waves of pain when the man fled. “I’m fine,”

[/color] she so obviously lied, her mascara running with the tears she had falling from her eyes. “Can we just go home please?”[/color] she whimpered, scooting closer so she was practically in Anne’s arms.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 713
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: madonna, vogue
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Anne was quite at home on dingy streets and no stranger to the dangers that lured in them. Luckily for her, she didn't really need to worry. Yes, there was doubtless some guy with a gun that could do her in at the pull of a trigger, but most people didn't bother with her. When she was smaller, she'd known the places to hide. As she got bigger, she knew how to walk, what to say and who to beat up to keep herself on top and, better yet, without a criminal record, even though she really did deserve one. So to her, there was nothing too bad about pretending to mug Blaire, making her scream and then laughing at her about it just to even the odds.

Of course, Anne never did intended for Blaire to actually get mugged by someone, though by the look of it it wasn't exactly a mugging, it was more of a random beating. Had one of her patron stalked her or something. The creep! Anger crept up as she shouted, and adrenaline, and situation regardless, it made her grin. She lived for a fight, and it just so happened it was being put to use in protecting Blaire. The fact she'd called Blaire her girlfriend was only half on her mind. Somewhere she knew Blaire would bother her for it, but for all Blaire knew that guy had every intention to kill her, so she really would have no space to talk. Hopefully, at any rate. Nah. That didn't seem like Blaire, even if said bartender was curled up on the floor of the alley, crying.

"Lair." Anne growled at her gruffly. "If you was fine, you wouldn't be crying." She was itching to go after that guy. She could have caught him, could have beat him, could have hurt him bad. She knew how to fight when dealing with brass knuckles. "Or you have such an effing low pain tolerance that I may just start to laugh." Her words probably weren't helping any, but she said them anyways. She really had no idea what to do with a sobbing person. At least she didn't have to break Blaire into more pieces, as she had threatened to do. "We can't go home yet, either. We've got to wait or call the cops or something..." Normally, Anne was the one running, so she wasn't exactly clear on what she was supposed to do.

"This is actually kinda funny...I was coming this way to scare the shit out of you by pretending to be a mugger. Guess I was a couple minutes too late." Anne couldn't help but wonder if she'd beaten the dude to Blaire, if this would have happened. Maybe the guy would have tired to join in - that happened sometimes, but more likely, Blaire wouldn't be such a mess. Well...that was done was done.

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words| 534
tagged| Blaire / Dee
notes| This post o' mine sucks. D :

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

GO INSIDE FOR YOUR FINEST INSPIRATION
your dreams will open the door

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• • • • • • • • • • • ANNE BAURER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Blaire was genuinely surprised that Anne had been around, not once thinking that maybe the ginger had intended to scare her. She wasn’t really interested in why Anne was there, and more focused on the fact that she wasn’t getting the crap beaten out of her any more. She had long ago considered taking some sort of self defence class, but had never found it all that important. It wasn’t often that Blaire chose to walk home from work, and aside from work she had no reason to be out after dark. Blaire was cautious, but she was also trying to pinch every penny she had. Self defence classes didn’t seem like that high of a priority. She definitely wanted them now if this was going to be a regular occurrence. Who knows, maybe Anne would help her out with that, because aside from getting the shit beat out of her in high school Blaire had no experience fighting. She couldn’t do damage with a hit if she tried. Though fighting was the least of her worries at this point.

“I’m fine!”

[/color] she insisted defensively. “Hurt, but fine,”[/color] she muttered, wiping her eyes with the bank of her hair. She looked down at herself, rather ragged and dirty looking now. There was some blood on her hands and she definitely wasn’t going to be wearing these clothes again. Oh great, her iPod was busted. Just fantastic. “I’m used to getting beat up,”[/color] she shrugged. Years of abuse from her peers had given her a pretty decent pain tolerance, though they had never had brass knuckles. Her ribs were what hurt the most, not to mention her pride. “Can’t we just call from my apartment?”[/color] she pleaded, wanting to get out of this alley and clean herself off. She wanted to curl up on her nice, safe couch and relax. She wanted to call in sick to work tomorrow and stay inside all day and calm down. She was more scared than she was in pain, to be honest.

Without even thinking, Blaire rested her head against Anne’s shoulder, deciding to shrug off why Anne had been around. “That’s your idea of a date? Boy, I have a lot to teach you,”[/color] she stated, trying to make light of the situation. At least this hadn’t been because of her gender identity. It seemed to be a seemingly random attack. She didn’t recognize the guy from the bar, and frankly she couldn’t remember anything other than brass knuckles. She couldn’t come up with the description of the guy if she tried, so what was the use? “I want to clean off,”[/color] she stated. While it was an obvious want, she figured it wasn’t something Anne was really thinking of right now. “You’re going to walk me home right?”[/color] she asked, still leaning against Anne’s side and shoulder. Quite frankly, she didn’t feel like moving off of Anne, no matter how badly she wanted to go home. [/justify] [/blockquote]words: 500
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: madonna, vogue
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

If nothing more, this was a change from the norm, though it was doubtful Blaire would enjoy this change from the norm. Anne was trying to be typical old Anne, and not expose any more emotion - or any new emotions, mainly, than she typically did. There was every shade of anger and gruffness and some friendliness she did throw in but that didn't quite do the situation justice. Okay, anger could do it justice...but the guy was long gone. It did not aid her, then. Not much. Punching the wall would do nothing. And she knew it. "Yeh, sure," Anne snorted at her comment insisting she was fine again. Normally Anne would tell people to suck it up. Then again, Blaire was someone a little bit different. "That's why you're sobbin', tha' makes a lot of sense." She rolled her eyes, unamused.

Thankfully, Blaire next couple comments did give Anne something that was more easily expressed then concern. Something that spoke about getting beat up, doing beating up, or just fights in general. "If you're used to it...wait, what the hell?" Anne took another second to get that into her brain. "And you seriously never thought about learning to fight back? Really? Honestly?" She asked incredulously. That was just one of the weirder things she'd encountered in her life. Once, when she'd been in university, she'd met a total pacifist, but surely even that girl would have fought back upon being attacked. it was common sense. Fight or flight, and after getting dragging into fights about a half-zillion times, you'd have thought even the strongest supporters of 'flight' would have put some 'fight' into it. "I'm going to have to teach you some shit." Weather Blaire liked it or not, she was going to be forced to learn how to attack either a punching bag or Anne (since punching bags didn't move, and she did) once she'd gotten herself back in one piece. She could hear sirens coming, muted, but coming. "Nah, we gotta wait, they're coming for us, I don't guess."

Anne crouched back on her heels, glancing up at the mouth of the alley. If that creeper came back, he'd get it. if any idiot tried rubbernecking, he'd get verbally abused, since with cops so near she dared not try anything else. Funny; most people, herself included, knew her only violently, but she was really quite constricted about where and when she could use it. She kept looking that way until she felt Blaire's head on her shoulder, and she shrugged instinctively. "G'roff, you're not dying, and if you are it ain't gonna be on me." This did not seem to deter Blaire, who continued resting there. The hell. "And it wasn't even a date," Anne was back on the defensive, "It was a see how loud I can get Blaire to scream outing, got that?" Now granted, Anne hadn't worked out exactly what she would have done afterward, and it might have possibly ended up as a date but she refused to think of it that way. "And yeah, I will walk you home right away, just as soon as we've dealt with 'em." She jerked her head to the police that had pulled up at the mouth of the alley, and the two officers walking towards them. Anne answered the questions she was asked, then got up (somewhat glad for the opportunity to stop Blaire from being all cuddly) and let the officers talk to her before they could go.

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words| 678
tagged| Dee / Blaire

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

GO INSIDE FOR YOUR FINEST INSPIRATION
your dreams will open the door

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• • • • • • • • • • • ANNE BAURER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Blaire was not enjoying these blows to her pride. As if she hadn’t been hit enough tonight, Anne was taking punches at what little dignity Blaire had left. Wiping her eyes again and bringing some of her make up with her, she tried to shove that all aside. “Just drop it okay,”

[/color] she stated, pushing her hair back. She couldn’t help but think back to all of the times she was beat up by her class mates, only to go home and have to deal with more of it there. In order to learn how to fight she would have needed money for someone to teach her, which her parents wouldn’t supply her. And heaven forbid her parents give her money for things. Her family was rather well off, though as far as Blaire was concerned they were not her family. Her sister, maybe, her parents absolutely not. They had disowned her before she had even had a chance to turn sixteen. No, she had never gotten a chance to learn how to fight back. “I don’t have the money to do that. I barely have enough saved for su—”[/color] she cut herself off, not about to admit her life’s dream to Anne. Not yet at least. “I didn’t have the resources to learn to fight, but you could teach me now that we’re dating,”[/color] she stated, forcing a small smile on her face. It was quite reassuring to hear Anne pretty much repeat what Blaire just stated. She definitely wanted to learn how to fight, especially if Anne was teaching her.

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, we’ll stay until they’re done with us,”[/color] she gave in, not budging when Anne attempted to shove her off. “It’s not going to kill you if I stay here,”[/color] she pointed out when Anne stated that she wanted Blaire off of her. She still didn’t move though, and remained leaning against the ginger’s shoulder. She needed to feel safe, and she most certainly felt like that with Anne. She felt perfectly protected leaning against Anne’s shoulder, so of course she was going to stay right where she was. “I was joking, relax,”[/color] she smiled, finding it slightly adorable that Anne took it so literally. “There are other ways to make me scream you know,”[/color] she joked once again, glad that she had calmed down enough to add humour to the situation. She was no longer crying though her make up was smudged and there was still some blood trickling. “Well, I was hoping you’d stay for a bit when we got home,”[/color] she admitted, pushing her hair out of the way again. Her eyes strayed from Anne over to the police car that pulled up, standing up when the two officers strolled up. Despite wanting to stick close to Anne, she answered the questions without her. Her arms wrapped around her chest the entire time, playing it off that she was one hundred percent female rather than a gender bender. They couldn’t really tell the difference with the dimly lit alley way they stood in. She was timid when she answered their questions, talking as best as she could but with a shaky voice and shaky legs.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 537
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: madonna, vogue
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

So much for a semi-normal evening, even semi-normal by Anne's standards. Nope, instead, she was having to deal with this. Not that she hated Blaire or anything, but yeesh. The ginger did drop the subject when asked, saying no more about sobbing and pain tolerance. She'd stopped crying...no need to make her do so again, Anne supposed. Not right now. Hopefully she wouldn't feel the need to Anne had a deep enjoyment in inflicting pain in fights or sports, but she wasn't that sadistic as to inflict pain on a downed girl who just so happened to kinda sorta might possibly be her girlfriend. Ahem. Well, whatever Anne wanted to think of Blaire as (or didn't want to do so), the fact remained that she was learning how to fight. Blaire confirmed it, though she cut herself off, causing Anne to raise an eyebrow. "What, choo gettin' all politician wordy on me?" She'd rephrase herself completely, in a way that immediately seemed political in nature. "Well, whatever you're learning to beat the crap out of someone." When remained to be seen. Maybe in a few days, if she could find somewhere. The boxing club was fine and dandy, but once Blaire knew how to throw a punch. Guess it would be her backyard to start with.

Anne glared at Blaire when she made the comment being leaned on wouldn't kill her. No, it probably wouldn't. That by no means meant she wanted to be leant on. There was nothing she could do, really, other than hope the damn police hurried it up. Really. This cuddle stuff was getting to her. "I reckon you'll live." Anne growled in response to the witty comment. One sure sign Blaire was going to live - those comments. "An' furthermore, I am relaxed." Yeah, right. Anne relaxed. That didn't usually happen at the best of times, never mind when the police were about to show up and she was getting defensive as always.

The girl was just getting up to talk to the police when Blaire added she was hoping Anne would stick around. She didn't say anything then, just shrugged and went about her business, glaring at the two officers, even though she wasn't at fault. She never liked dealing with police. Never would. Anne waited at the mouth of the alley while they spoke to Blaire, kicking the ground idly, hands shoved in her pockets. One the other girl finished with that, she walked a couple steps out onto the sidewalk. "C'mon, then." She watched the police pull away. "Let's getcha home, and yeh, sure, I'll stick around for a bit."

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words| 505
tagged| Blaire / Dee
notes| -kicks this post-

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

GO INSIDE FOR YOUR FINEST INSPIRATION
your dreams will open the door

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• • • • • • • • • • • ANNE BAURER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Not quite knowing what Anne thought as far as Blaire’s gender goes, she was hesitant to say anything on the matter. Countless possible relationships had been blown out the window because the other person couldn’t handle Blaire’s “issues”. It was true though, she came with a lot of baggage both physical and emotional. Knowing you were in the wrong body was, to say the least, depressing. She was not happy with herself. She was a failure as a boy, and was physically weak even for a girl. She couldn’t punch a piece of paper if she tried, let alone someone trying to attack her. Blaire couldn’t help but find one good quality about herself for every ten things that were wrong with her. She was one giant flaw. Getting attacked for a reason other than being a gender bender wasn’t something that Blaire was used to. Though being with Anne, who seemed just as confused about gender as Blaire was, made her feel, in a way, at peace. It was nice to know she wasn’t alone with her confusion. That still didn’t mean she was ready to tell Anne she was packing down below. “Never you mind that,”

[/color] she shrugged off, feeling herself calming down slowly but surely. It was comforting to know that Anne was going to teach her how to fight, even if Blaire was a very passive person. The likelihood of her having to use these fighting skills were very slim, but you never really know.

This was, in all honesty, Blaire’s first time dealing with police officers. Between getting into fights all of the time in high school, getting kicked out of her parents house and being on the streets for a few years, she had never once found herself talking to police. She had managed to avoid telling anyone about being beat up while in high school, and by some giant stroke of luck avoided them while she was on the streets as well. It wasn’t like she had been on her own for very long, mind you. Still, she was terrified of the police officers. More specifically, she was terrified that going to them would only make her problem worse. In her experience telling someone wasn’t always the smartest thing to do. She didn’t really have a choice in the matter though. She just hoped that this wouldn’t be like school and the guy would actually get caught and persecuted. Pushing her hair back when the police finished, she walked toward Anne at the mouth of the alley way. “Thanks,”[/color] she said with a small and possibly forced smile.

Blaire said nothing on the walk to her apartment, keeping her arms wrapped around her chest most of the way. She hadn’t even bothered to pick up her iPod, which was completely busted and of no use to her. It was rather unnerving to have nothing to listen to on her walk back home, but she didn’t feel like she was in danger either. Anne was walking right next to her, who could no doubt take out any more potential attackers in the blink of an eye. Thankful that her apartment wasn’t very far away, they were there in no time at all. Though it had felt like much longer to Blaire in the heavy silence. Taking the stairs to the second floor, still saying nothing, and walked down the dimly lit hallway and unlocked the door. A sleepy long haired Chihuahua greeted her by rolling over and yawning in the hallway, not bothering to stand up until the unfamiliar guest appeared. “Shoes off,”[/color] she directed in a small voice. “I’m just going to wash off and change clothes, I’ll be quick,”[/color] she promised, walking right to the bathroom after removing her own shoes and wash off. Only a few minutes passed before she returned in just the blank tank top, a pair of pajama bottoms and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair was damp and pulled back in a messy bun to keep it out of her way, and a mug of tea was in her hands. “Do you want anything to drink?”[/color] she asked, leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 704
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: madonna, vogue
notes: outfit has changed ;] [/blockquote]

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

This night seemed to be dragging on and on. She waited for Blaire to finish with the police, keeping a wary eye on them the whole time. They didn't mean any harm, she just didn't like them. Anne was glad when the police finally pulled away to do soemthing or other, and Blaire could finally get going. Anne followed along beside her, hands every so often curling then just as quickly uncurling from fists. She was on edge tonight. Normally such a stroll, despite being quiet and seeming to go on and on, wouldn't daunt her. This time she had soemone to watch out for. It was almost like back home, with Gram. Anne had to watch out for Gram, but then it had been more exciting. More adventerous, becuase really Gram knew how not to get attacked, and just played along with then then ten-year-old Anne's game. This was not a game, by contrast.

Anne followed Blaire up the steps to her apartment on the second floor, and stepped in, yanking off her runners. She didn't notice the dog until after. If it could be called a dog, the size it was. Was it even cat-sized, for God's sake? "Yeah, sure." Anne glanced up at Blaire when she said she'd just clean herself up, before squatting down at looking at the dog. Dog. Yeesh. More like a cat. The thing even had pointed ears! Of course, now was not the time to bring this up, so Anne settled for poking it a couple times. It could have been a cat, but seeing as it didn't bark nor purr, she'd go with the gut feeling of a dog. It amused her a little to think she might be a bit like how people wondered over her own gender at times, minus the poking. Go with the gut or the other option? It was a fifty-fifty and no one was saying the turth. Well, unless soemone plucked up the courage to ask her, which Anne had always found quite rude. It was one thing if she knew the person (and those people usually knew her name, -which was female beyond doubt - anyways!) but a random stranger? The hell?! She was still squtting and observing the dog intently when Blaire came out. Anne stood back up and shook her head.

"Nah, I'm good." Anne replied, walking over then crossing her arms. "Feelin' better?" Well, she looked a bit more in once peice, anyways. At a stab at conversation, Anne looked back at the dog. "What's it's name? Fluffy?"Well, for all she knew, it could have been fluffy. Anne was not inventive when it came to names. Spot, Fluffy, Rover...Dog. How many more could there be?

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words| 501
tagged| Blaire / Dee
notes| There better not be any more random speech lines above this post. >.> I use a line from a post to get the color for her speech and they seem to pop up endlessly.

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