WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
Post by lisanna hayes on Aug 20, 2016 10:01:31 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
Between trips to the hospital and obliging to calls from rocket headquarters, Lisanna was adamant in being able to squeeze a day off for herself. She wasn't about to become a workaholic like her father and hoped to spend at least today with him when he got back home. And so, flopped on her bed with untied hair and shabby garb, the medic would indulge herself in a decent book. The quiet mornings had little to offer and Oliver wasn't to be home until later today. Perfect. She had all the time for herself for some rest and relax--
THUD! The woman would jolt up from her bed, startled by the sudden ruckus sounding from the living room. Eyes widened as her heart raced, the Hayes' arm instinctively reaching out for a pokeball by her self. An Intruder? Sliding off her bed, the rocket medic would take cautious footsteps through the corridor and towards the living quarters. A deep inhale and then,
"Who's there?" She'd ask with authority, suppressing the fear in her voice.
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Aug 21, 2016 7:41:03 GMT
You never know where some people will go Yeah some people been hurtin' me You can tell by look, by the slightest crook In the neck or the blink of an eye
THUD! was the most present onomatopoeia in his life. From rambunctiously knocking over various furnishings in his own home as a young boy, to, now, stumbling into the home of an acquaintance and knocking over her furniture. Not on purpose, mind you, it’s just that the head trauma, and blood trickling from a small cut on his forehead, made things a bit hard to see.
He manages, however, to find the couch, and doesn’t sit on it, so much as unceremoniously fall atop the cushions. The steely shout of who’s there hits his ear, and groggily he goes ”What?”
Only half a second passes before fully registering that it’s exactly whom he was hoping to see. ”Lis…” (an affectionate, and perhaps, overly familiar shortening of her name, pronounced like lease) ”...It’s Johnny…” The exhaustion in his voice is unhidden, but the delivery of his words is as casual as ever. ”I was hoping to see a pretty face, and stop bleeding to death; thought of you…” The dramatic. He had a flair for it. He wasn’t bleeding to death, but still, there was more liquid spilling from his head than he would have liked.
He goes to wipe some of it away from his forehead, and sees his own lifeforce smeared on his gloves. He briefly wonders if Lisanna can teach him to clean hard hard stains out before his eyes begin to flutter and he starts drifting off.
OOC: Figured I'd leave how he got in and what he knocked over, up to you
Post by lisanna hayes on Aug 24, 2016 22:06:15 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
A weak, almost (what she considered to be) a belittling 'what' resounded from the hall and caused Lisanna to tense up further, the woman suddenly forgetting how to breathe as she entered the hallway. The coat hanger was toppled over and the intruder was...
”Lis…”
Oh. my. god.
"Johnny?!" The medic's shoulders slumped as her eyes set themselves on the redhead, his presence both a relief and concern as a hand instinctively pressed against her chest - trying to stop those palpitations as she resumed breathing. Eyes lowered as she recomposed herself and it wouldn't be far-fetched to say that were Lisanna more comfortable with swearing, Johnny would have received an earful.
"Idiot!" A moment fled before emerald irides flickered back to the man, a stern look shot at him before she turned back to her room and returned with what Johnny was probably familiar with - her medkit. There was no reason to question his presence here today, the gash on his forehead making it as obvious as ever.
"What did you get yourself into now?!" The woman would shake her head, her voice taking on a more severe intonation now as she dropped the bag on the coffee table and turned to slip on her gloves and inspect him.
Smack! She'd attempt to slap his hand away, "And don't do that!" Grimy hands on a wound was a thing that made her cringe, but even though she yelled and made a fuss of things - the woman was genuinely concerned about her 'hero's' latest antics...and injuries.
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Sept 26, 2016 14:08:57 GMT
You never know where some people will go Yeah some people been hurtin' me You can tell by look, by the slightest crook In the neck or the blink of an eye
An irreverent smirk in the face of grim reality; Lisanna calls him an idiot, and he smiles, pained by his injury, but comforted by his friend’s genuine, if severe, show of concern.
What had he gotten into? It was a good question. A fair question. And besides the money he owed her for a new coat hanger, she also, arguably, deserved an explanation when it came to the wounds she had been broken away from a morning of relaxation to tend to.
”Well…” he lazily begins, before…
Smack!
Her hand collides with his. ”Sorry, sorry!” he’s surprised, but does as commanded without much fanfare and immediately pulls his hand back, resisting the urge make an even bigger mess of things. He rests both hands at his side as Lisanna does what she does best, and continues his explanation.
”Anyway, I came across a kid, or, well, a teenager… a boy younger than either of us at least, being recruited, pressured really, or even blackmailed, most likely, into joining some gang. The fucking--”
He catches his unbecoming utterance and remembers Lisanna’s aversion to swearing, adjusting his language accordingly.
”Freaking rockets, I think. Maybe. Just a hunch...” In between the flying fists, he wasn’t able to confirm his suspicion, but his gut convinces him as much.
He continues ”I got involved, tried walking away with the kid. Didn’t go well. Fast forward and I’m staring up at you. Not a bad end to an ass--or, uh--butt-kicking, I’d say. But still."
He tries chuckling, but the state of his ribs don’t allow for such levity. He clutches his stomach, and can only grunt out a disgusted "Ugh." as Lisanna works.
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
A considerably large lacerations on Johnny's head caused the blonde to furrow her brows and grimace. "Tch, this is bad." A murmur escaped her lips. Part of her didn't even want to listen to the redhead's explanation, the nature of the wound self-explanatory in telling her that this wasn't caused by him mindlessly waltzing into a pole. And as if on cue, the male would narrate the incident and about, as always, his vigilante efforts. To some extend, she admired his courage and sense of justice. But when the price payed for his deeds was putting his life on the line, it had her heart aching.
He'd curse as usual and Lisanna would sigh at that as she cleaned his wounds. It wasn't as if she wasn't graced with unruly language on a daily basis, the brutes in Rocket weren't the kind to hold back. Alas, when it came to Johnny she couldn't help but turn into a mother hen. Rocket, he said. The woman unintentionally applied more pressure on the gauze she had pressed against his wound, eyes glazing over as concern took over. "Uh, Sorry," She'd immediately retract her hand and turn to bring out the suture kit. Johnny Hawthorne despised Rocket and she knew this well, hence why she'd brush past those 'overtime' nights.
"If they were Rocket, you should have called the police instead," Sitting down besides him, the woman would attempt to straighten his face so he was facing her as she'd begin to sew up the wound. "You know what they're capable of," Eyes narrowed as the blonde would focus on the wound, nary a care given to the closed distance betweent them.
"Honestly, why are you against getting an actual job again?" She'd sigh. One of these days he was going to wreck himself. And what if she wasn't around then?
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 10, 2016 20:17:48 GMT
You never know where some people will go Yeah some people been hurtin' me You can tell by look, by the slightest crook In the neck or the blink of an eye
He sucks his teeth. Hard.
Johnny doesn’t want to say anything when Lisanna presses his wound, and even if he did, he knows he doesn’t have the energy. Regardless, he doesn’t have the heart to lash out at his dear doctor. If he had to suffer little pains to ease the bigger ones, then so be it.
Still though, that really fucking hurt.
It’s fine. She apologizes. And he smiles at her. Then she begins lecturing him. And he grimaces, but only because she’s right. He knows what they’re capable of, she says, looking him square in the face. The distance between their respective visages is so short that he can’t help but look her in the eye.
”Yeah. I know.” He knew better than most. He doesn't say that part. His tone isn’t completely devoid of the life it usually has, rather, it’s adorned by thin layers of multiple emotions; frustration, regret, and pity, amongst other things. He tries to hide it, tries to respond to Lisanna plainly, but can’t fully commit.
Speaking of hiding things, he wonders; did he ever tell her why he despises team rocket. Did he tell her what they did to his mother?
And he remembers. No, he hasn’t. He hadn’t the courage to share that pain with anyone just yet.
He danced around the specifics of his personal contempt for the organization, and kept the more painful details of his mother’s life--or rather, the end of it--equally vague.
He also danced around Lisanna’s suggestion he get an actual job.
”Why aren’t more people against getting an actual job?” he volleys her question back at her in mock incredulity.
”Life’s so much more exciting than people ever realize.” As soon as he utters those words, he remembers the situation he’s in, and can anticipate the gist of her response. Something about the life he’s chosen being too exciting. Luckily, he’s able to think of at least one silver-lining of his old “actual job.”
”Working at the poke-mart wasn’t so bad. Got to meet you there, at least.”
ooc: shameless flirting is shameless; he totally called her "beautiful" when they first met.
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'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 
