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 JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 9, 2016 8:09:24 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
Johnny can’t help but gently rub away at the food stains on his vest; the parade of entrees that rained down upon the dancers put something of a hamper on his plans. His suggestion to go find privacy in one of the balconies had turned into a retreat into the nearest dressing room (the likes of which were conveniently free of other attendees), and currently he stood with his back turned to Athena as she changed her own outfit.
Johnny figures he could do well to remove some articles of clothing himself, and starts with his hat and mask. Back still turned to Athena, he thinks of another clever thing to say in favor of his thinly-veiled carnal interest.
”Let me know if you need a hand or two getting out of that dress.”
OCC: Short post is short; wasn't entirely sure how you might have wanted me to frame this, but I hope it works as a start.
There was no way she was going to parade herself dressed in the masquerade’s buffet. She was not a table. Athena had excused herself from Johnny to go to the contest hall’s changing rooms, but considering the turn of events, she’d be going there alone and Johnny did not want that.
Was he paranoid she’d leave him for good?
Athena did not like attachments, but one-sided affairs was something she condoned. The power she held over others in that situation was very similar to how she performed her experiments. Johnny led Athena to the changing rooms as gentlemanly as possible, though she did feel something about him, mostly seen on males during mating season.
Once they got to the changing room, Athena left Johnny at the entrance and took refuge in one of the changing rooms. These were concealed only by very thin curtains, and even the slightest wind could very well reveal the person inside.
Johnny’s offer to lend a hand could either be construed as galant or quite perverse. Athena didn’t care much for it. Carnal desires were part of the human psyche, and made for quite the interesting research, but Athena rarely indulged in such activities.
Why did Human emotion have to run everything through the mud?
The scientist pushed the curtain away, a tight fitting, black satin gown hanging from her body that needed clipping on the back. She approached Johnny who had his back turned the dressing rooms. She raised an eyebrow.
Did he have to change outside the dressing rooms…?
Or maybe he was guarding her.
Athena grabbed Johhny’s shoulders and would attempt to turn him around. Whether he was removing his shirt, pants of whatever garment, it was needless to say that Athena needed to come first.
“Can you get the back?” She turned around and held her unkempt hair up, revealing a rather voluptuous, sensual back. Skin white as silk. “ I can’t reach it.”
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 10, 2016 20:10:09 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
When it comes to removing things from his person, Johnny gets as far as his mask and his hat. Both items are placed on a nearby table, and he runs his hand through the length of his hair, but not before noticing that small bits of the food that was thrown earlier had seeped into his once freshly-manicured nails. He feels something between annoyance and amusement, and purses his lips at the sight. He feels the presence of a certain someone enter his personal space, however, and realizes something more immediate requires his attention.
Athena’s attempt to turn him around is successful. He wouldn’t pass up a chance to look at her.
To his surprise, she takes him up on his flirtatious pass. Albeit, out of practicality more than anything else, it seemed; she couldn’t reach, and Johnny was the most convenient solution to that problem. Even looking at things through that more pragmatic lens, he didn’t mind. In the right context, he was okay with being used.
It was an intimate position they were in, he thought. Athena’s exposed back, lithe and porcelain, and Johnny’s hands, nimble and eager. He does as he’s told, and nothing more. The clipping on Athena’s gown is set without fanfare on his end. No lascivious banter or adventurous hands. Instead, her formerly exposed back is covered (though, made no less alluring) by her black dress, and Johnny, upon finishing, rests his hands on his hips, as if satisfied with his own, simple assistance; he knows the allotted time for his hands to touch her body is up.
He keeps his eyes fixated, however. His irises travel from her legs to her eyes-- his dance partner proves to be quite the sight.
”And here I thought I’d never fall in love.” he utters with a grin. Something about Athena takes his breath away, but he still has enough in his lungs to keep up a disposition more playful than stunned or smitten.
One of them had changed their clothes, now the other needed to do the same.
”My turn.” Johnny says. In one swift motion, he throws his vest onto the same table his mask and hat are on, and begins unbuttoning his dress shirt in front of Athena. He couldn’t walk around with a top adorned by smashed cheesecake, could he?
Athena adjusted her dress, dusting off anything not part of her entourage. This attire was much more comfortable than the previous one, and a lot easier to move on as well. What was more more important, is how Johnny, a healthy man, probably active too, did not even show any signs of taking advantage.
Apart from the usual flirtatious comment, Johnny was very proper and gentlemanly. The scientist sighed quietly, as if the situation was less than ideal. The only interest she had in this… relationship was purely experimental and at the moment results were lacking. Not that she was in a rush to end things, but normally, during experiments she was in full control of every step within the experiments.
At this very moment, each and every stage had produced completely unexpected results.
What she thought would be a one-sided slaughter of ambiguous flirting, Johnny was surprisingly cavalier about her well-being. She hoped to observe unbridled emotions and the raw unadulterated behaviour caused by such element. It always seemed to get in the way of her work, so she wanted to identify the cause, recognize it, and deal with it in the swiftest possible way.
But human emotions had a knack for surprising you, even when you think you’re in full control. Maybe she needed to think less and act more? Athena was at a disadvantage at this, however. She did the former more than the latter.
Then, Athena heard Johnny’s comment and smiled. It wasn’t an idea… but a feeling, instead. “Well, I guess it’s a first time for everyone.” The scientist turned around and saw his dance partner begin taking his clothes off, starting with his vest. Athene tilted her head and walked up to him, taking over unbuttoning his shirt, then looking at him in the eye with a playful gleam in his eyes. “ Please, let me return the favor.”
She began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly taking in his lean but toned physique. Athena did admit he was a rather fine specimen, though there were more masculine men out there, Johnny’s fine point lay in his goofy charisma, and laid back personality that was easy to get along with.
One by one, she removed the buttons until his upper body was exposed, and moved her hands underneath his open shirt, to remove the piece of clothing, whilst caressing his shoulders, down to his arms, until the entire thing was off. Athena tilted her head, placing the recently removed shirt o with the rest of the removed garments.
“Now, about the pants. I’m wondering… should I lend assistance as well?"
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 15, 2016 6:59:15 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
Those nimble and eager hands of his only get through the first button before Athena takes it upon herself to intervene.
His eyes meet hers, and he’s entranced--there goes his breath again, but this time, it’s fully gone--Johnny was used to being the pursuer, not the pursued. That much was evident in his body language, his physicality, and his physiology as Athena undid his shirt. A subtle look of surprise that could be misread as apprehension, the tight, somewhat sucked in state of his bare abdomen and a small, unconscious rise in the quickness of his breath, respectively. To the eagle-eyed, or the intuitive, Johnny is visibly caught off guard by Athena’s attempt to “return the favor” but not in a bad way. He stays silent and collected as she undresses him, and keeps his eyes on her person as she works. He doesn’t have it in himself to look away. He doesn’t want to.
But then, what about the pants…
When Athena mentions this, his eyes finally move from her, to his own lower body. But Johnny has other logistical concerns on his mind; he looks to the black curtain that conceals the changing room from the eyes of any passersby, and takes Athena by the hand. ”In here.” he says, guiding her into the changing room.
He quickly closes the curtain behind them, and without a moment spared, embraces her to deliver a hungry, passionate kiss. Not just to her lips, but to her cheeks and neck.
Prior to this moment, Johnny’s primary desire laid in getting an autograph from Fantina before the end of the night, but now, it was looking like his night wouldn’t meet an end at all. Hopefully Athena was willing to return this favor as well.
ooc: it's perfect. is this too much? fade-to-black, if necessary.
Athena did not do this sort of thing very often, though she wasn’t foreign to men trying to seduce her. She had a string of broken hearts on pikes tied around her past. They would often call her cold, unemotional, cruel and unrelenting. The scientist did agree with their opinions, and thought of them as her most appealing qualities. They were required in the field of science.
She strongly believed that science is belief free from passion.
Even when passion itself, was the main subject at hand. Athena’s curiosity increased when Johnny, out of nowhere, had pulled her back inside one of the changing rooms. They were no close to each other, the wall felt cold to her back so she instinctively move forward, and into Johnny’s passionate kiss.
Athena at first wasn’t responsive; it was her first kiss after all. But after a few moments, she decided to stop thinking, shelving all thoughts aside for now. She’d never had a sensation like this before, and didn’t know when Athena would ever get to do it again. So she simply returned how Johnny had done it.
But her mouth wasn’t the only target.
Johnny broke off the kiss to sweetly caress her neck and cheeks. Athena closed her eyes to see if she could feel anything. But her heart wasn’t pounding, nor was she getting “aroused” at all. Her previous actions were only caused due to the flow of things.
Athena wasn’t that interested in playing around with plebeians. It’d be difficult if she exchanged fluids and degraded herself to their level. But if she declined him forcefully now, there was the risk of him leaving. So she opted for something else…
Athena suddenly grabbed him by the throat and pushed him back. If successful, even though she wasn’t that strong, Johnny would be slammed into the wall of the changing room, but the scientist didn’t stop there. Whether shocked, bewildered or angry, Athena didn’t care.
She had that cold look on her face at the moment.
“Yeah no, I don’t do this kind of thing.” She said as he stared in his eyes. “Not in here anyways. If you want it that badly though… make me feel like I want you too.”
And with that she exited the changing room, and fixed any wrinkles in her dress, quickly wiping out her mouth and neck. This experiment was getting interesting, but she needed more.
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 18, 2016 6:50:34 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
Well, damn, maybe he had read this wrong.
From the outside, Johnny could see how someone might believe he had just been overtaken with passion when he made a move on Athena, but that was only partially true. Indeed, he was excited (if one looked closely enough at his pants, that much was visible), but he also thought he was responding in kind to some very strong signals. She was not a nurse, (as far as he knew) no Lisanna, and he was not her patient, so the offer to help with his clothes came off as something of a green light for what followed. There was no clearer sign than the physical pushing of his neck to communicate that this was not the case.
When Athena places her hand on his gullet and forces him back, his spine hits the wall, and he finds himself staring upward at the lights. The surprise of the whole thing causes him to stare at these lights for a moment and half before gradually returning his sight to Athena’s face.
She held no discernable expression.
When she says she doesn’t “do this kind of thing,” he quells the urge to respond with clearly and listens silently as she continues.
One thing is made clear. She wants him to work for it.
This causes him to think, however... did he want to work for it?
Johnny did not do relationships. At least not any of the committed sort. He had enough experience to know that, more often than not, there was more to be gained than lost as long as he was honest about his intentions. That kind of honesty usually prompted reciprocation, and mutual honesty often resulted in a better experience for both (or, on one, rare, treasured, sacred occasion, all three) parties involved. So when Athena tells Johnny that he needs to make her feel like she wants it, he can only wonder: what does that mean?
And he doesn’t hesitate to ask. In his own way, that is.
”Listen, Athena…” He says, arms crossed as he leans against the frame of the changing room door ”I learned a long time ago that trying to guess at people's’ preferences is a waste of time, so I don’t do that anymore. I ask. And now I’m asking you: how do I make you ‘feel like you want me too?’ because, as a shameless, hedonistic, currently shirtless man in constant pursuit of sexual gratification I am willing to do a lot.”
He can’t help but smirk as he describes himself. The choice of adjectives is very deliberate and amusing, if not entirely true or favorable. But nevertheless, he continues.
”You either like me, or you don’t, which is fine, but if that’s true, do us both a favor and break my heart right now, yeah?
Johnny didn’t have the look to be interested in serious relationships and the words he used to describe himself were more or less on the spot. Just like an animal, except with no purpose to the circle of life. On the other hand, to someone like Athena, what she was doing was a social experiment, which would be ruined if the test subject found out. She desperately wanted to reassess her decision, and hopefully retract it, specially when the damn red-head started spewing things such as “like” and “break my heart”.
It confused her.
If the dumb trainer was as shameless and promiscuous in his claims, why in the world would he wear his heart on his sleeve? Was it logical to have these kinds of emotions in a relationship? Did they need the feel to “like” each other before having sex? Athena understood if Johnny needed stimuli to arouse himself, because it was need to create the proper response to the body.
Sex was all about pleasure, Athena understood that plainly. Even animals sometimes did that without the need to procreate, though cases were rare.
On the other hand, Athena could not understand why Johnny required so much for such a simple task. It might’ve been Athena’s first time, but she had standards, and were meticulous about them. She wasn’t making an exception for nobody.
“Johnny…” She begun with looking at him, still fixing her dress. “ If you’re such a pleasure seeker, then I’m sure you’ll understand why I declined your approach. You have two heads… let’s make sure that both work properly, yeah?” She paused for a bit , fixing her heels that had been misplaced. “ Also, I have no interest in liking you or your heart since we’re definitely not in a relationship.” Once done, she smiled confidently and extended her hand to him.
“Now, are you not interested in what I have to offer?” She said, with an eyebrow raised, after seeing his lower half. Wouldn’t it be bad to admit to herself that she was excited for the outcome of this experiment. As long as she kept it to herself, then perhaps it wasn’t that bad. If Johnny decided to take her hand, or not, it wouldn’t matter to Athena because he had no choice in the matter.
This experiment was happening with, or without him. If he did, however, they’d leave the contest hall for a far more private place where she could do what she did best.
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 24, 2016 22:27:58 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
”Hmm?” Is his response when she speaks his name. And he can only barely resist grinning when she makes her quip about heads. But the real kicker is that they finally seem to be getting somewhere. They are definitely not in a relationship. He agrees, although he doesn't say as much--he gets the sense she doesn’t care how much he agrees, so, once more, silence seems the most fitting thing to practice as she clarifies things.
As she extends her hand, however, her words are the epitome of direct. Her eyes, as well, are not hard to read. Johnny quickly adjusts his pants, and puts on his shirt, buttoning it up just enough to cover most of his chest. He also collects the formal garments he had bought for the evening, and holds them in a bundle under his arm. It all takes a moment, and he imagines that Athena finds the whole thing a bit awkward, but finally, he takes her hand. ”Let’s go.”
Hearthome, “the fifth largest city in the pokemon world” has no shortage of hotels to accommodate people; soon enough, Johnny and Athena are headed back to a room the former had booked just a day before, and what happens subsequently is a private matter better left between the two of them.
Most of the things that Athena did in her life were purely out of interest. Nothing of it in itself was for personal gain, though she often stated it so. But because most of her moves were calculated she relied on other factors to make things… as interesting as possible. Most of the time, she used the outcomes to prove her theories were correct, but rarely did an outcome appear that bore fruit to new, much more exciting theories.
Little by little, she was changing this part of herself. There was a need for a fiercer, headstrong attitude than her current self. This was probably the first step into that spectrum of life. If she wanted to understand emotions, and how they worked, she would need to become an experiment herself. Becoming apathetic was no longer an option.
So when the opportunity of having sexual intercourse in it’s purest form, Athena took a gamble. Who knew it would be so… rewarding. To be pleasured like that in order to justify one’s worth. Instincts told her that maybe reciprocation was due, but since Athena had little to no experience, he let Johnny decide to do what he thought was best.
The hotel room they had ordered was definitely not cheap. If she was going to be doted, wasn’t it right to simply go all the way? A queen sized bed with a view of Jubilife to match. When they had finished, Athena had decided to bathe; Never in her entire life had she sweated so much, and the feeling was not something she would get used to in a very long time.
She showered first, scraping her entire body rid of any impurities, which included Johnny’s scent, and was mildly surprised to find herself bleeding a bit. The blood trickled down from her hands and into the bathroom floor.
Was it because it was her first time?
Her period wasn’t coming until a few days later, so it was the most probable cause. Not that she minded.
Once she was done and the blood gone, Athena took a dip in the bath full of herbs and sea salts she had set up prior, a glass of wine in hand as she sunk down, resting her head on the edge of the tube.
“Well, I guess now I know why people have sex like Loppunies…” She sighed deeply, letting go of any thoughts or stress lingering in her head. “ I need more experience though… and maybe not just with him?”
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 28, 2016 9:17:18 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
Post-coital bliss has the texture of silk. It is rich, and strong, and one can’t help but to want to lay in it for as long as possible. Preferably with a partner (or two). So when Johnny’s hand lazily searches for the warm body he was pressed against just hours ago, and he can’t feel it, he’s forced to fall out of the metaphysical fabric, and wade groggily into reality.
The air smells of herbs and salts. The bathroom is occupied. Athena is clearly indulging in some alone time. The sun peeks through the curtains, dappling the room in spots of light, and Johnny takes the opportunity to get dressed. He takes inventory of his belongings, checks on his pokeballs, anticipates the battle before him--his primary reason for coming to Hearthome in the first place--and waits for Athena to finish cleaning herself before he departs.
”There you are. I was just about to leave.” That’s merely a half-truth. He wouldn’t dare exit without some parting words first. ”I’m off to battle Fantina. Feel free to use the room until I check out this evening. And I left my number on the table in case you start to miss me.” His delivery is as casual as his body language, as he ties his shoes and engages in other minor physical preening. Normally, he might linger and stall, and lay his hands on whatever lover he had for the night, but he got the sense Athena didn’t have the patience for all that. If she wanted him to stay, he was sure she’d say so.
ooc: dialogue written under the assumption that she's done bathing ofc; feel free to ask him those "scarring personal questions" you mentioned <3
Athena stood up and got out of the shower when she had become sick of the herbal bath. It was fine indulging in such things from time to time, but Athena felt more comfortable in her skin when she was thinking about her research, and the future that she had ahead of her life.
Sitting idly was not her forte.
Carefully drying herself with the soft towel, she had hardly noticed Johnny come in. It was during these times that the woman would often become embarrassed, scream, and/or throw something at the man. But since they had done tons of things undressed, and considering this was not the first time she’d seen a naked man of Johnny’s caliber, she looked once to acknowledge him, and then went back to dressing herself casually.
The mention of his number and his departure did not interest him, even if he did leave a note or actually came by to tell her that he did, in fact, leave a note. Did she want this to happen again? Maybe, but probably with a different person, if only to compare experiences.
She did, however, need something from him before he left. No way did she go through that experience and not document it.
With only her black, silk lingerie on, Athena approached Johnny and grabbed his hand. If he didn’t want to stay, he only needed to leave. But if he did stay. Athena would point to the bed and make him sit, while she took the comfortable arm chair just in front of it.
She did so not before grabbing her laptop. Athena looked at him expectantly. “I have some questions about your lifestyle…” She paused to see how he’d react and went straight to the point. “ I will not lie, some of them may hurt you, but it is because they are true.”
Another pause to give him time to reply, but would continue even if he refused. “Why do you sleep around so much? What drives you to have sex regularly, as you’ve recounted me a few hours ago?”
Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Nov 1, 2016 6:28:28 GMT
Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love? Can I hit it and skip all the love?
His hands find what was missing before--or rather, she finds him--as Athena guides Johnny back to the bed. He grins, but his expectations, sinful as they are, are subverted when Athena, still draped in lingerie, grabs her laptop and starts going down a road he’s been before.
She wanted to ask some questions about his lifestyle. But she wouldn’t have been the first woman to inquire.
He sighs, and his expression is, for the most part, neutral. ”Okay.”
Her next statement is interesting. She mentions that the questions may hurt him. He raises his eyebrows, somewhat. He isn’t surprised by the fact that the questions may “hurt”, so much as he’s surprised she bothered letting him know as much in the first place.
”Getting soft on me, Athena?” He chuckles. ”I appreciate the warning, I guess.”
Her first one is obvious. Why does he sleep around so much? He sighs again, stating to her that it’s a ”Fair question…” and leans back slightly on his hands to think. He ponders, with his eyes to the ceiling, as it’s not something he’s cared to examine thoroughly before. There’s silence. He thinks on it for longer than he usually would have because the answer he’s thought of might seem unsatisfactory, especially for the woman sitting before him; in the moment, he isn’t equipped to explain his sexual appetite with any sort of reasoning beyond ”It’s really fun.”
He looks her in the eye, says it with a shrug of his shoulders, and braces himself for what he expects to be visible, intellectual disappointment on Athena’s end.
[attr="class","athenatemplate3"][break]Athena looked at Johnny with a wry expression, and an eyebrow raised to question his answer, and maybe rip it to shreds all together. That was not the answer she was seeking… though Athena was only quoting her gut feeling when she thought that. The events that transpired a couple of hours ago did not agree with his statement.[break]
[break]The desire, the hunger, the lust she felt for the first time… was something more than fun. Usually, when you had fun, you wouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave, and he fell under every stereotype she had just listed in her mind. [break]
[break]“Oh Johnny... “ Athena put her laptop away, and crossed her legs while leaning back on the chair. “Obviously my idea of fun is completely different from yours… and perhaps I say this without enough evidence to back it up, but I will say it to get my point across: What we did earlier was nothing more than a Houndour chewing on a bone that has no more meat.”[break]
[break]Athena waited for Johnny’s reaction, whether it’d be violence, laughter or any other human emotion, she would continue after the short pause. “90% of patients admitted for drug addiction often blame it on their lives, or a lack thereof. A hole that is too deep to be filled by mundane things. The 10% that do it for fun can no longer be considered patients, or sane for that matter, as they rot their lives away in pursuit momentary bliss.” [break]
[break]The scientist moves forward and starts typing on her laptop, and pauses again to stare at Johnny. “You don’t seem to fall under the 10% of those animals, so I can only assume you have huge hole to fill. Is that what you mean by fun?” To exaggerate her point, Athena extended the word ‘huge’ and raised her hands to mimic quotation marks when she said fun. Now things would get interesting.[break][break]
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