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Barclay Bishop
 Posted: Dec 23 2017, 07:34 PM
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Weddings.

Barclay loved weddings. They were so pretty and the bride always looked so beautiful. She had gone to a couple of weddings as a young girl and had even been the flower girl once or twice. Maybe it was just destined that she was a plant witch. Her favorite part of a wedding was when the groom saw the bride for the first time in her dress. Almost everybody looked to the bride when the doors opened or she rounded the corner, but she looked to the groom. It was a beautiful moment for sure. That was when you knew for sure that the groom loved the bride.

Today she had to one of her first weddings to decorate for. She had a few that booked all around the same time, but this was her first one. She didn’t get to see the ceremony, but when the bride and groom saw the reception area for the first time they were in disbelief. They complemented her heavily on her flowers. She assured them that they would still be this fresh when they returned from their honeymoon. Since the wedding was so close to Christmas their theme was Winter Wonderland. The colors they had chosen were burgundy with touches of white and silver. It was a lovely palette and something she could definitely work with. They were doubtful that she could get the flowers she had promised, but anything was possible with a bit of magic.

They hadn’t wanted any roses which was understandable. They were overdone. They didn’t want anything too summery, but she had artist freedom to pick out the right flowers. She had thirty table settings, seven bouquets, and seven boutonnieres. She also had some flower baskets to put together for the flower girls. Those would be fake flowers so that real flower wouldn’t being tossed all over the place. They would be silk though so that they looked realistic. The bride was fine with this. The center pieces were her own custom creation. Amaryllis was usually a bright red, but with some finagling she was able to create a white flower with little burgundy tips to its anther. She also added some white and frosty looking sticks with crystals dangling from them. She did similar things to the bouquets and simplified the boutonnieres. She was happy with the way things turned out.

Since she had the whole day, she opened the shop took care of the rest of the rest of her plants. She opened the apartment door and let free her three little beasts, allowing them full run of the store. Sometimes she regrets doing this, but being pinned up all day they needed to run off some energy. She let the three mewing cats run passed her and down the stairs. Instantly Bramble darted to play with the flowers that dangled down just above his head. The kitten was very easily amused and it amused her. Dressed in the lovely little Christmas dress, Barclay flipped the 'Open' sign on and opened the blinds. She moved behind her counter and perched on her stood. Thistle jumped up onto the counter to get some love and Barclay happily obliged the older cat.


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Victoria Laurent
 Posted: Dec 26 2017, 05:40 PM
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Artemis + Mountain + she/her



The kitten had been a present from her father when she first left home. They had always had cats running around the house when she was growing up and Tori had been heartbroken at the prospect of leaving them behind. So on the day she left, her father presented her with the sweet little kitten with the heart-shaped mark on her back; a little piece of home to take with her as she started her new life. Since then, little Mimi had been her constant companion and Victoria absolutely adored her precious pet. As time passed, Mimi grew into a beautiful cat that strutted through her apartment like she owned the place; which, she supposed was fair considering the fact that Tori treated her like royalty. And although Tori was a generally outgoing person who enjoyed spending time with her human (er, mostly human) friends, most evenings she just couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with her beloved Mimi. Was she on the path to becoming a crazy cat lady? Perhaps. But then, she figured there were worst things to be.

Unfortunately, owning a cat came with its own complications. One of the major ones being that they tended to destroy things. Things that Tori always had a particular fondness of. Staring down at the shattered remains of a planter and the fern inside it, Victoria groaned and glanced accusingly at her cat. “Seriously Mimi? Why do you hate plants so much?” This was the third plant in two months she had nonchalantly shoved off the counter. Tori didn’t know if it was necessarily the plants she hated or where the planters were placed, but frankly, she was getting sick of constantly having to replace her little green friends. Grumbling, she got the broom from the closet and swept up the remains of her beloved “Guildenfern,” dumping it into the trash beside its previously deceased friend “Rosenplants.”

“You aren’t going to win Mimi,”
She vowed after she had finished vacuuming the potting soil up from her carpet. “I will find something that you won’t destroy.” Probably. Maybe. Okay so she wasn’t entirely certain what else she could try. She had looked on the internet to see if anyone had any advice for her problem, but the general consensus was that when a cat decided that something must die, die it would. There wasn’t much else that the owner could do besides sweep up the remains and move on from the dream of having an apartment full of leafy green life.

Tori was not so easily dismayed though. Something had to work, she just needed to find a better resource. “‘I’ll be back,” She said to her ever-vigilant cat as she yanked on her boots and threw on a coat. “With a new friend. Just you wait and see.” Whether the cat cared or not, she couldn’t say. She had already shut the door and headed out into the biting winter air in search of a way to keep her promise. As she headed towards the bus stop, she pulled out her phone to find a nursery that was close by. As to be expected, there were a fair few within a reasonable distance, but she decided to broaden her horizons and choose someplace new, as if the location might be the key to the plants longevity. The place she picked was called Petals & Thorns, and it seemed promising if the reviews were anything to go by. So after a quick look at the map, she hopped on the next bus and headed off to the store.

When she arrived, Victoria took a moment to admire the prettily designed storefront. Someone had obviously put in a lot of time and effort to make this place look nice. That was certainly promising, she mused to herself. With a smile, she pushed open the door and slipped inside, overwhelmed as always by the number of unfamiliar plants. However, her attention was quickly captured by an absolutely adorable sight of a little kitten batting at a flower overhead. “Aww,” She cooed, walking carefully over as to not startle the little thing. “Aren't you a sweet little one?”



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Barclay Bishop
 Posted: Dec 28 2017, 06:04 PM
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Phoenix + EST + She/Her


Barclay pet the purring feline, but after a couple of moments Thistle was over the attention and jumped down from the counter to lounge somewhere close by, but not too close by. Her little observer. She settled on a shelf, something she had put up just for the cats. Thistle had claimed it as her own. Ivy was too much of a snuggler to care about the shelf. Bramble was still too small to jump so high, but he eyed Thistle when she was happily perched up there. Thistle would watch him from above as if to taunt with the fact that he couldn’t get to her. She knew when Bramble was big enough though… There would be trouble afoot. She planned on putting up more shelves. She just needed to actually do it.

Bramble, however, was too preoccupied with his nemesis, the flower that dangled just too high above his head. The bell above the front door tinkled happily as a young woman, probably about her own age, entered from the cold streets. She braced herself as a chilling breeze forced her to shiver. She rubbed her arms, wishing she had brought a sweater down from her apartment. It was gone as fast as it came though. She went to greet the woman when the little tuxedo kitten caught her attention.

Bramble’s instantly went from the flower to the woman at the door when the bell rang. His little satellite dish ears that were too big for his head swiveled toward the woman as she cooed at him. He let out a long purring meow and his little tail moved around in curiosity. He didn’t hesitate to run over to her and attack the toe of her shoe.

Barclay sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. “I’m sorry.” She said and shook her head. “Bramble is still at the age where everything is a toy or something to attack. He’s harmless though. I promise.” She jested with a smile. She seemed like a cat person herself considering she approached him before greeting her. She didn’t blame her. He was rather cute with the little white patches on his chest and his little white toes. Not to mention the thin white line that went from between his eyes to his forehead and little white tips on his ears. She heard a light thump behind her and listened as the cat that was once on the shelf was now fleeing to the apartment above. She didn’t like strangers, but the other two were extremely friendly. “Oh. Welcome. I'm Barclay.” She said, remembering her manners. She hopped off her stool and moved around the counter. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head and a friendly smile.


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Victoria Laurent
 Posted: Dec 29 2017, 05:43 PM
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Was there anything in the world cuter than a sweet little kitten? In that moment, Victoria couldn’t think of a single comparison. Kittens were so disproportionate with their big ears and tiny little faces, and they were always so adorably excitable. They just wanted to play, cuddle, and sleep; each action somehow surpassing the others with cuteness. She could remember when Mimi was a kitten. Oh what an adorable little thing she had been with her tiny little toe beans and the way she had pounced around her apartment kingdom. Although Victoria loved her big grown-up cat, it was hard not to be nostalgic for those days spent with her sweet baby kitten.

So of course when the kitten scampered up to her and began to attack her shoes, Victoria immediately crouched down to shower the little thing with affection. As she did so, she heard a voice call out from a little further in the store. It must be the owner, or perhaps a store clerk. Tori had noticed the young woman’s presence when she had first entered, but the sight of the kitten had distracted her from making any attempts at a real conversation. Well that was probably a little rude of her, but how could she possibly resist the power of an adorable kitten? It was simply impossible.

“No I’m sorry. I greeted the cat before I greeted you,”
She apologized with a small laugh as she gave the kitten (Bramble was it?) a couple more pets. Goodness his fur was so soft. “And I understand. Kittens just can’t control themselves, can they?” She cooed as she continued to fuss over the kitten. He was a wiley little thing with the way he hopped around and batted at her shoelaces like they were some new fascinating toy.

After another moment of indulging herself and petting down the kitten’s soft fur, Tori stood up to give the other woman a proper greeting. As she did, she caught sight of another, full-grown cat roaming around the store and her smile widened. Somehow, she had managed to stumble on the perfect place to help her solve her destructo-kitty problems. It seemed that luck was on her side today.

“Good to meet you Barclay,” She greeted in return. What an unusual name, but it was pretty and certainly matched the stunning redhead it belonged to. “I’m Tori and actually, I am trying to find something in particular. And looking around,” She glanced meaningful at the kitten who had since pounced off her shoelaces to the next most exciting thing; an overhanging plant with long leaves to bat. “I think this might be the perfect place for me to solve my problem.”

“You see, I have a cat at home too. She’s a couple years old now and whenever I bring home a plant, she seems to make it her mission to destroy it.” Tori groaned and pulled out her phone, flipping through the pictures of the plants that had already bit the dust thanks to Mimi’s vendetta against green things. “She’ll spend a few weeks ripping them up with her claws or eating them and then, eventually, she’ll just knock the whole thing off the counter.” Tori shook her head as she thought about her adorable, demonic cat’s antics. So much time wasted vacuuming up potting soil. Ugh she really didn’t want to do it anymore. “I don’t suppose you have any suggestions about what to do? Because at this point, I’m totally at a loss.”



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Barclay Bishop
 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 01:38 AM
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Age // 24

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Phoenix + EST + She/Her


Barclay loved her cats. She had always loved cats. How could you not just love them? They had this nasty reputation for not wanting to snuggle like a dog would or being independent. For some cats that was true. They were all different for sure. You just needed to find the right one for your lifestyle. Most of the time though she allowed the animals to pick her. If the animal wasn’t feeling the bond then they wouldn’t be happy with you. Although with animals like Bramble, fate just kind of tossed them at you. She walked down that street for a reason. She was convinced that the kitten was put in her path for her to care for and raise. However, with the hard work and late nights of bottle feeding he was a happy and healthy and kitten ready to take on the world. Or in this case, the shoes of her customers. He did steal a lot of hearts and many asked if they could take him home instead of her flowers. He was certainly a lady’s man. She would give him that much.

She gave a soft smile when the young woman turned to apologize for greeting the kitten before greeting her. She shook her head and laughed a bit. “No worries. He steals most of my clientele. I’m convinced most of them come in to see him.” She said as she rubbed the belly of the little Ragdoll in front of her. “They can’t. Especially that one. His impulses rule him.” She said, knowing one day she would miss the mischief that the kitten brought into her life. It would be another excuse to get another kitten, right?

She really didn’t mind that people came in to see her cats or if they distracted people when they walked in the door. Her cats had become part of her image she supposed. People would remember her quaint little shop because of the free-range kitties that moved about the store. Her flowers were the best in town though. Their color beat the competition as well. Everything about her shop was different and stood out from the others.

“It’s a pleasure.” She said as she picked up the fluffy cat from the counter and placed her on the floor. She quickly scratched behind her ear to promise more scratchies would happen later. She straightened herself out and listened to the woman. She tilted her head curiously when she mentioned she was looking for something in particular. This caught her attention. She peered over at Bramble when she did then glanced back at her. She listened to her cat verses plants woes, definitely understanding the problem. For the longest time, her plants had suffered at the claws of her felines. It wasn’t up until last year has she been able to allow her cats to join her during business hours. She had concocted a potion to deter her cats from using them as their own person punching bag. Out of her own magic all her current plants had absorbed potion.

“I can understand that problem.” She said, leaning against the counter. “Believe it or not there was a point where I couldn’t keep them down here with me or they would rip the plants apart. With a little bit of research I was able to get them to stop. I can assure you that your mischievous feline won’t bother a plant from my shop.” She said with a confident smile. “What kind of plant are you looking for?”


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Victoria Laurent
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 10:46 PM
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Artemis + Mountain + she/her



Victoria had always been a social sort of person. She was personable, made friends easily, and rarely took issue with anyone for superfluous reasons. That being said however, she had few close friends that she felt comfortable enough to turn to when life took a difficult turn. She wasn’t particularly sure why, but there was a part of herself that she always kept closed off, as if she was protecting herself from something unseen. Even before witnessing death first hand, the need for control practically ruled her life. It was why she never had serious boyfriends and why none of her friendships got past the initial hangout stages. She never really minded though. She always just flitted around from group to group, never growing close enough to get hurt and never revealing enough of herself to be found disappointing. It might not be the easiest lifestyle to maintain, but it had always suited her just fine.

Well, at least that was what she tried to tell herself whenever she felt the familiar sting of loneliness.

Victoria wasn’t certain why she was so afraid. It had always just been apart of who she was and no matter how many times she tried to make sense of her feelings, she could never quite understand that piece of herself. But there were times, many in fact, that she wished she could just let someone in. It would be so nice not to have to carry the weight of all she was and all that she wasn’t alone.

As she stood there smiling at Barclay, watching as she pet the kitten, she was struck with the inexplicable longing to have a friend. Not just a friend to go out with on the weekends;, but someone to talk to, someone who shared her interests, someone she didn’t have to be anyone besides herself with. It was odd to be thinking about such things in that particular moment, but she supposed that there was something about Barclay’s sweet smile that struck her as particularly comforting. Whenever she imagined having a real friend, they always smiled at her like that.

Victoria forced herself to abandon her strange thoughts, pulling herself back into the present moment. She had a mission here and it did her no good to be distracted. Besides, she didn’t think Barclay would want to hear about her rather bizarre train of thought. That would certainly make for an awkward conversation topic.

“I really don’t know how you do it with multiple cats. My one is destructive enough.” How this girl got away with letting cats roam wild in a nursery like this without constantly sacrificing plants to their mischievous ways, she simply could not understand. Tori always tried her best to keep her plants out of Mimi’s way, yet she always seemed to take offense to its presence regardless of where she put it. And then, ultimately, the plants always met the same fate.

Now Tori could tell that Barclay was exceptionally knowledgeable about plants and kittens alike, but she still couldn’t help but raise an doubtful eyebrow when she reassured her that her cat would not bother a single one of her plants. “That is a bold claim,” She said with a laugh, “She’s got a serious vendetta against all plants. I once brought home a basil plant just to cook with it and she knocked it off the counter within hours.” She had mourned that basil plant too. It was supposed to be made into pesto, but instead it had ended up torn up and thrown into the garbage. “So unless you’re some kind of wizard, I’m not sure that…” And that was when she caught herself. Sometimes, in the midst of her daily life and routines, she still forgot that supernatural beings were all around her. The last thing she wanted to do was offend one because of a careless turn of phrase.

Tori laughed sheepishly, turning to glance at the plants rather than meet Barclay’s eyes. That was poorly worded. Hopefully she either was a human or wasn't the type to be easily offended. “I like ferns. But I wouldn’t mind something with a bit more color. Any recommendations?”



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Barclay Bishop
 Posted: Jan 18 2018, 03:27 AM
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When in high school, Barclay wasn’t the popular girl, but she always got attention because of her ginger locks and interesting name. Sometimes it brought up the wrong kind of attention, but she had been able to deal with it. She had a couple of close friends that she had lost contact with after graduating. Her parents have allowed her to finished high school instead of pulling her so she could be home schooled and focus on magic. She had promised them that she would drop all her extracurriculars and come home to study for a few hours a day. Then after that was the actual homework she was assigned at school. She had waved bye bye to the academic team and the volleyball team. Everybody involved in both teams was sad to see her go, but if she wanted to maintain a sort of normal life she did what she needed to do. She hated is a little bit, but it had been worth it. She drained her quite a bit and her grades began to slip a little bit, but she was easily able to recover over a restful weekend.

She had two close friends in high school. Only they knew about her powers. To them it was the most amazing thing ever. Their corsages were always the most beautiful and vibrant. There was Poppy, another ginger who was secretly a natural blonde. They always jokingly said that gingers needed to stick together. Then there was Justine, a girl from South Africa. It was safe to say that she had a wide variety of friends in just the two she had. They had been friends since Freshman year when they all walked in late to English and had to sit at an empty table right next to the teacher’s desk. From there on it was like they had known each other their whole lives. After high school though, Justine had to move back to South Africa to take care of her grandmother for the summer. She had plans to return to attend Columbia University in the Fall, but she never made her way back to the city that never slept. Poppy had dreams of attending Julliard for before dance and music. She did end up going, but after that both girls just got too busy with their new lives to talk and meet for lunch like they had planned to. Whenever Barclay heard she would be performing her unique style of playing violin and dancing she would try to attend, but she never was able to get close enough to congratulate her.

Then there was Barclay… She was just seventeen when she graduated high school so it wasn’t until the next year that she ran away from her parents and came to live with her brother Trent. However, after graduating high school, she had agreed to apply to some colleges. She didn’t have dreams of dancing or becoming a lawyer. Her parents wanted her to be a doctor, but she was far from interested. Nobody ever asked her what she wanted to do so she never told them. The plans were made for her. She was treated like a doll. She was sat at the where the tea party would take place and for fed cookie and water that was being used to pretend it was tea. Since her powers were awakened, she had been more interested in botany and herbalism. She was mostly self-taught when it came to all her magic and knowledge about plants. She didn’t end up going to school. He had somehow convinced her parents that she wanted to devote her time to magic and they blindly agreed to it. Once she turned eighteen she turned her back on them and left, never to look back.

It was safe to say Barclay was an extremely friendly person. She would give everybody a chance as long as they didn’t threaten bodily harm. She approached most people with a bright smile that reached her blue eyes. This encounter was no different. Tori seemed like a sweet girl. For a moment she almost saw a glimpse of something different in her eyes that wasn’t there just a second ago. Was it sadness? Clay kept her composure and just listened to her. She was pretty good at reading people. She was just very observant thanks to her upbringing.

She laughed when she mentioned that she didn’t know how she did with multiple cats. “Well, I think another thing is making sure they have better things to do besides bother my plants. If you came behind my counter you’ll find many of those little balls and little toy mice." She said and glanced down, nudging a little ball with a bell to make a point.

She read the doubt on Tori’s face and just smiled. She knew her plants were cat proof. Three were currently roaming around the area and the most that was happening was Bramble and his need to bat at all the thing that dangled above his head. He wasn’t ripping them apart though. He was just easily amused. “It is a bold statement, but I’m confident.” She said, pushing a lock of ginger hair behind her ear. “Poor basil plant. Yeah. Things that carry just a distinct scent will definitely attract them. I would suggest maybe a hanging basket. Something unstable like that she’ll probably be less inclined to get to it.” She suggested. “If you get a basil plant from me… I can assure you she wouldn’t bother it.” She said, exuding confidence. She knew plants and she knew magic. People just needed to trust that she knew what she was doing.

All Clay could do was smile when the girl jokingly said something about her being a wizard. Wizard wasn’t the official term, but she could say yes to it. Her blue eyes twinkled a bit, but the girl did all she could to avoid her gaze. She didn’t blame her. Nobody knew who exactly or what exactly they were talking about considering most species looks like normal human beings on a daily basis.

She glanced around her shop when Tori mentioned that she liked ferns and things with color. “Alright… Let’s see what I can do for you…” She said and she walked around her counter and moved over to the many ferns she carried in her shop. She waved Tori on to follow her as she picked through them before stopping in front of them. “This is the Phlebodium Aureum. It’s more commonly known at the golden serpent fern. They get to be a pretty big size so it would probably need a floor pot…” She paused. “You probably want something more for the counter top though…” She said and turned to face the other side of isle where she had tons of colorful flowers. “Hibiscus are always a good choice. Colorful and big.” She said, gesturing to the baby hibiscus that was growing in a pot on the table.


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