<span style="font-style: italic">Stack, label, stack, label repeat</span><br/><br/>This was Claira’s routine as she stood in the back of her family’s Poke’ Mart. The light buzzing of the bulb that gently swung above her head the only real annoyance. Of course until she heard her full name bellowed throughout the store.<br/><br/>“Lexie Claira May” her father bellowed from behind the counter. Claira sighed her head falling back as she stared at the ceiling in disbelief.<span style="font-style: italic">”What could he want now”</span>she thought as her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose where her black rimmed glasses normally laid.<br/><br/>“Yes daddy?” she asked her hands landing her hips, her lips tight in a face that said<span style="font-style: italic">”Now what?”</span><br/><br/>Claira’s daddy Robert was hitting his fifties now and not in a healthy fashion. “Darling I need you to drop off a shipment to the Houndoom. I can barely reach anything off the top ...Shelf” he said coughing and sputtering. Another long defeated sigh fell from Claira a weak smile on her face.<br/><br/>“It’s fine daddy me and Bella will take care of it” she said making her way behind the counter patting his back gently trying to ease him back down. He smiled lightly and sat in his seat behind the counter, with his small Lillipup resting at his feet. With that Claira was back in the stockroom looking for the particular box that was was meant for Houndoom Bar.<br/><br/>“Maa” Bella calls urging Claria to hurry. “I know I know I’m coming Bella” Claria says as her hand reaches to her glasses fixing them back in place as she goes over the box containers.  Finally after a few more<span style="font-style: italic">Maa’s</span>and more shushing Claira finds the needed box.<br/><br/>“Found it finally!” Claira exclaimed in relief her brown eyes going over the label. “Oh no! We’re gonna be late Bella!” she yells. Quickly grabbing the wooden box and heading for the door and down the street with her Mareep Bella jingling close behind.<br/><br/>Shortly after there quick run down the road dodging car’s and pokemon alike Claira and Mareep arrive at the Houndoom Bar.<br/><br/>“Oh thank goodness” Claira  sighed in relief as the two entered the bar, Bella calling gently at Claira’s relief. Dark and a lingering smell of booze and smoke, yup this was the place. But as her brown eyes lingered over the clientele her eyes narrowed. A local flatfoot was apparently spending his time here now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Wonderful”</span>Claira thought to herself but on the outside she seemed normal enough. Brown skirt to her knees, black blouse and black everyday heels to match. Claria was not in the way of any money. They had enough for supplies food and to keep the power coming. Not for such flashy and expensive thing’s as she had witnessed other’s wear. But Claira was content with her life and nothing would change that. Silently Claira and Bella made there way to the basement, passing Matt giving him a light of a greeting. And there it was as she passed the threshold the smell of smoke and blood. Claira and Bella stood before a underground pokemon match.<br/><br/>Claira didn’t fully agree with such thing’s but she could barely change her world , the rest of the world was gonna have to figure that one out without her. Claira’s eyes scanned the dark basement for a familiar face to drop of the box too. Finally after some uncomfortable shoving and the occasional shock from Bella was she able to find Jessica. She was observing the match leaned against the way. Claira’s gut said to leave her but the pounding in her arm’s said hurry up. So listening to her aching arm’s she leaned gently into jessica’s view. “I believe these were ordered Ms.Dawson” she said gently lifting the box up to show the woman. “Where do you want it?” she asked plainly.