just a pretty face [CANCER] -- laboratory

[KITTYWHISKERS]

take your double standard love and keep it

the devil likes to make my heart a double bed

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[atrb=width,100] words; 577 tag; hawthorne & her pokemon? notes; cancer's such a bitch. ;u;

[atrb=width,240] Cancer let out an audible sigh, the cigarette between her lips glowing vivid orange as she inhaled. She paused for a moment, rubbing the side of her foot. What a strange morning. She'd arrived at the dock from the SS Hurricane, a beautiful cruise ship from Johto. After ignoring the “very important talk” because of some, ahem, distractions in her cabin, she'd stepped off the boat and immediately had to be 'rescued' by some nerd dressed as a Superhero who warned her of the importance of getting a pokemon in case of some weird noctus pokemon. Although she was tempted not to get one just for the sake of being a rebel, she was escorted part of the way by the nerdy boy, before he scarpered off to rescue some girl who'd lost their starter pokemon within minutes of obtaining it. It was still quite a long walk so, even though there were several buses for tuppence, she decided to splash some cash and get a taxi to the door of the Laboratory. She'd never been on a bus in her life and she wasn't going to start now. She was far too important for public transport. The thought of being stuck next to some old man who smelt of urine or ratty school children yammering on about how long it'd been since they'd last washed their hair made her feel physically sick. After another inhale, she breathed out, her face momentarily obscured by smoke. When it cleared, she pursed her lips, stubbing out the stick on the white fence surrounding the garden. She flicked it onto the ground, gazing with a bored expression at the house. “Some laboratory...” She grumbled under her breath, studying the gleaming walls and the pristine garden. Anywhere that was this clean was likely to be really boring. She'd probably want to get in and out as soon as possible. The guy in charge was some old professor, no doubt just as anal and boring as his Laboratory. She let out a sigh, as if nothing in life could be more less stimulating than going to a new region, obtaining a pokemon to travel around with and meeting one of the most respected professors in the world. She pushed open the gate, walked up the path carefully avoiding any holes in which her heels would slip into and knocked on the door as she stopped. She drummed her fingers on her arm, bored, before half-wondering if she'd made a blundering error and pushed open the door. The room was apparently empty as she walked in. There were a couple of leather sofas, a coffee table and a computer desk. It just looked like someone's living room, not a state of the art laboratory. She snorted, wondering if that crazy kid had sent her in completely the wrong direction as some sort of joke. She wandered around lazily, running her long fingernails along the professor's desk. She picked up a book and read the title before grimacing and throwing it down carelessly. She could hear some sort of noise from the back of the house, but decided she'd rather wait here than explore and find some boring science shit. “Is anyone actually here?” She called out, sitting herself on Hawthorne’s desk. She frowned slightly, taking a cigarette from the box at the top of her luxurious purple back and lighting it. If she didn’t get seen to within a five minutes, she was leaving.

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[| odysseus]

LAVENDER

Below the first floor Professor Hawthorne, Lilac and Lavender were hard at work in the basement, tending to all the Pokémon that did not react well to well-lit rooms. Maria was especially busy calming down a sickly Wobat. She was debating whether he would still be starter material, but right now it was important to help him through his sickness. Of course, like any baby when it came to medicine, he was hesitant to comply, flapping his wings and squeaking in dissent. “Come now, little one. Please, just take your medicine. You’ll feel so much better.” But the poor psychic and flying type was beyond solace. All three of them heard the knocking come from the front door, but all three were occupied as well. However Lavender was working profusely in order to rid the basement of its musky scent and spider webs, an obviously futile battle. Because Lilac could not be bothered and no one else could administer the medicine to the Woobat, the professor sighed, “Lavender, honey. I need to go and answer the door for me, alright?” The normal type dropped her cleaning utensils as well as her jaw and stood there, shocked at such a request. Hawthorne understood her Pokémon’s fear of outsiders, but her assistants were given a vacation today, much to her foolishness.

Now it was biting her straight in the ass and the Audino was going to have to face her fear because of it. “I’m sorry, I really am! Please, I promise this will be the only time!” The professor yelled as the Woobat nipped at her hand, ending any further orders to Lavender. Feeling tears rush to her eyes the Audino shuffled up the stairs, one unsure step after the other. She was taking her time in order to decide on what she would do once she did open the door. Perhaps hide! Professor had only asked she answer the door. She never defined what ‘answering’ meant in that instance, silly girl. Lavender was sure upon this plan until she walked past the professor’s own office and caught glimpse of a whorish looking woman! But she bore a striking resemblance to the professor herself. Lavender paused in front of the door, panic overwhelming her reason. But what caught her eyes sent her into a fit of trembling—a cigarette!? That meant smoke, and smoke meant contamination! And contamination meant sickness! At her wits end the poor Audino teetered upon her stubby legs before tumbling to the hard-wood floor, out cold.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

take your double standard love and keep it

the devil likes to make my heart a double bed

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[atrb=width,100] words; 537 tag; kit notes; lol fainting audinos! <3

[atrb=width,240] Cancer inhaled the smoke from her cigarette, carelessly flicking ash from the end onto the floor. This place was getting boring quickly. Did she really need a pokemon? They were such a waste of time and money. Money she could be spending on club nights or new lingerie or something other than pokekibble. She sighed, leaning over the desk and looking for something in the drawers, anything to hold her short attention span. However, the door opened and she moved quickly, posing in a casual manner so she looked like she'd been doing nothing wrong, a look she was well practiced in. However, the creature that emerged was not what she'd expected. It was a pokemon, one she'd never seen in Goldenrod. She looked at it, and it looked at her for a very long moment. Then, it collapsed into a dead faint. Cancer stared at it, her single eye wide. "...Fuck." She hissed, holding her cigarette between her lips as she carefully walked over. Well, that was a fucking great first impression for whoever owned the laboratory. Well hello there, yes, your pokemon just DIED at the mere sight of me! Charmed, I'm sure! She breathed in deeply, bending over the pokemon slightly and nudging it with her foot. "What the fuck do I do now?" She growled. Her eye darted around the room. It would definitely look bad if she was found with just the unconscious pokemon lying on the floor. She'd have to do something about it. Urgh. She bent down, putting her hands under Lavender's body and lifting her up like a toy bear. The creature flopped. Cancer held the pokemon out at arm's length, unsure what to do. She was completely out of her element. She hurried over to a sofa, putting the pokemon down a little too enthusiastically. She frowned, peering at the door. She could probably get out of here before it was too late, without any misconceptions... But that boy had said she needed a pokemon. Well, whatever, she'd just grab a pokemon and leg it. They gave away pokemon for free here anyway, so she might as well just knick one. It wouldn't be considered stealing, not legally... She nodded, deciding on her plan and diving behind the Professor's desk. She pulled open the drawers again, hands working nimbly as she rifled through bits of paper, leaflets and other bits of boring crap, before eventually finding a pokeball. "Perfect." She grinned, snatching it and going to shove it in her pocket and get the hell out of there. However, her ring finger gently brushed the button and the ball flew out of her hand. It fell on the ground with a loud crack, opening to reveal a short, navy, draconian pokemon. Again, they stared at each other. Cancer slowly began to smile, this was perfect for her first pokemon! He looked pretty strong too so she wouldn't have to train him! Fabulous! She bent down and a greedy smile, purring, "Hello there cutiepie, aren't you gorgeous? How'd you like to come with little old Cancer?" She held out a hand to coax the pokemon towards her, readying to snatch it and run. This plan couldn't possibly fail.

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[| odysseus]

ROSE

Free! Rose was free! For once he’d actually been released from his Poké Ball voluntarily. For whatever reason it was a good day for the bite-sized Pokémon. He hopped in place with boundless energy and flexed his powerful jaw in anticipation. Pausing for only a split second he finally decided to observe his surroundings. He was in Professor Hawthorne’s office—as expected—and the familiar Audino was asleep on one of her good sofas. The kind that Professor said it was not alright to chew on, or sit on for that matter. Why did she get to!? His irritation then dissipated as he noticed a woman with her hand outstretched before him. He turned his head in question before sniffing the hand’s fingers profusely. His brain was then met with a flood of confusion. The strange woman had the same hair as the professor, but looked different and smelled different. Due to this conclusion, his brain just short-circuited. And when that happened the only option was to attack. In a millisecond the Rose was mauling the intruder’s petite hand.

The Gible new better than to seriously hurt her, but he was going to make certain she wouldn’t dare confuse him again! Back at the sofa Audino was slowly coming to, her stubby fingers rubbing at the sore spot where she had fallen. A massive headache was pounding at the insides of her head. However seeing the bent-over rear of some strange female quickly threw her back into her former turmoil! She was still here, and was now trying to take Rose! For a few second she felt another panic attack coming on, but now that Rose was in trouble, Lavender understood that she’d have to be brave. As the chaos erupted before her she quickly made her way off of the sofa and attempted to rush toward the basement, only to slip and stumble the entire way. So she was still a bit light in the head for her fall, but that wasn’t going to stop her! All she could do was hope that Rose would still be there by the time she and Professor Hawthorne came to his rescue.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

take your double standard love and keep it

the devil likes to make my heart a double bed

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[atrb=width,100] words; 298 tag; hawthorne! notes; CRAZAYYY

[atrb=width,240] Her single eye narrowed as she peered at the creature. "Come on, sweetcheeks. Come to mummy..." She purred, her claws outstretched to snatch up at the pokemon. However, the creature quickly stopped gazing wide-eyed at the trainer-to-be and seemed to have some sort of seizure before leaping fowards and sinking his teeth into Cancer's precious hand. A few moments of shock as the creature scratched and bit and hissed as if Cancer's limb was the root of all evil. Then, she got to her feet, yelling obscenities at the dragon as she tried to shake it off. "GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKING DICKFACE COCKMONGLER, I WILL DESTROY YOU, SHITBITCH." She screamed, flailing her arm around in a desperate attempt to remove the dragon from her person. She half-spotted the Audino waking up out of the corner of her eye. She snarled, trying to throw Rose onto the sofa. She didn't want the nasty creature any more, she wanted to get out of this horrible place and go to the nearest pub. She turned to see the Audino scampering away. She snarled at the pokemon, clawing at the gible before following at a surprisingly fast pace. "Get back here, you little shit!" She raced after the pink pokemon, somehow managing not to fall down the stairs in her heels and break her neck. She found where the pokemon was heading and followed, the Gible still dangling from her hand. She stood glowering, her six-foot body framed by the doorway. She was not looking her best and she was not happy. Her lips formed a snarl, her hair wild and untidy from her flails, blood forming slightly on her arm, her eye-patch giving her a crazed appearance. She growled, her voice low and much more dangerous that when she'd been shouting. "Get this thing off of me."

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[| odysseus]

PROF. HAWTHORNE

After several nips and screeches of protest, the Woobat was finally administered its medicine, with the assistance of a potent sedative. “Thanks, Lilac. I thought I’d be here all day getting bloodied by him.” Professor Hawthorne rubbed her nicked hands together and gave an exasperated sigh. With a sudden, “Oh,” she remembered that she had to get the door. The woman faintly remembered requesting that Lavender answer the door in her absence. To be honest, she expected her back by now. In her mind she imagined the normal type opening the door and barreling back down the stairs without a look back, allowing the potential trainer—or robber—to enter and do what he or she pleased with the absence of supervision. Her interest aroused, Hawthorne made her way toward the stairs before she was greeted by a pink ball of flesh tumbling into her. The poor Audino was a quaking mess, unable to collect her thoughts as she babbled at the professor incoherent squeaks. After she regained a bit of her misplaced air, the professor wheezed, “Goodness, Lavender! What on Earth were you thinking running down the stairs?” Unaccustomed to scolding the timid Pokémon, she had no idea how to tone her voice. But before she could explore further into unknown territory, a startling sight raced down the stairs after Lavender. Before her stood a scantily clad hot mess appearing completely disheveled, accompanied by Rose latched firmly to her hand.

Completely forgetting about Lavender’s blunder, she rushed the trainer and wailed, “How? I could have sworn he was in his Poké Ball!” But she knew that wasn’t a viable testimony that could hold up in court, so she quickly set to removing the Gible. “Rose, release. Release!” The chaotic dragon type had no idea why the professor was behaving in such a manner, she should be thanking him! If he hadn’t bitten the intruder, she would’ve confused the entire laboratory and stolen all the Pokémon, similar to what she’d practiced on him. But quite abruptly losing interest, Rose lessened his grip little by little—as if it were some game—before letting go and scurrying away from the Professor’s hands. A quivering sigh leaving her mouth, Professor Hawthorne ordered, “Lilac, first aid! Hurry!” The Gardevoir disappeared upstairs momentarily only to return with a small box of medical equipment in hand. Taking the parcel from her Pokémon and popping it open in order to find disinfectant spray, Maria sighed, “I’m so very sorry, miss. I’m Professor Hawthorne. Could you please explain to me how all of this came about? And I’m sorry if this stings.” All the while Lavender trembled from behind Lilac, absolutely terrified of the intrusive female.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

take your double standard love and keep it

the devil likes to make my heart a double bed

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[atrb=width,100] words; 556 tag; kit notes; oh god what is this i don't even

[atrb=width,240] Cancer glared at the room before her, her heart thundering angrily in her chest. Her lips curled into a sneer as she took in the room, the devilishly attractive Professor, the flurry of pokemon... “How? I could have sworn he was in his Poké Ball! Rose, release. Release!” squeaked the Professor, grabbing the curiously named dragon. Cancer yanked her hand out of the creature's mouth as soon as he slackened his grip. She hissed profanities loudly, gently dabbing at her hands. “I’m so very sorry, miss. I’m Professor Hawthorne. Could you please explain to me how all of this came about? And I’m sorry if this stings.” muttered the Professor anxiously, taking the teenager's hand and dabbing it with disinfectant. "Ow, the fuck..!" She snarled, pulling her hand away. "If I get blood on this top, I'm sending you the dry-cleaners bill." She growled dangerously, pointing down at her expensive designer shirt. She was not enjoying Nexivus very much at all. She wanted to get out of here and into a pub as soon as humanly possible. She snatched a cloth from the Professor's first aid box, dabbing at her own wounds ruthlessly. After the bleeding slowed, she threw the cloth on the floor, diving into her pocket and pulling out a cigarette. It was slightly bent compared to her other ones but she always kept a pack on her person in case of emergencies and she couldn't get to her bag. Not only had she been ravaged by a dragon, dealt with a fainting pink rabbit and a desperate need for a new manicure, but she'd gone almost five minutes without a fag. And that was just unacceptable. She lit the cigarette, breathing in deeply as she allowed the toxic smoke to relax her body, ignoring any protests the Professor, or indeed her pokemon, might have. "Right." She breathed, opening her eyes and sitting on the desk with her legs crossed. Feeling considerably calmer, she looked at the Professor. "Well, I thought I heard something happening inside the Laboratory," She lied eloquently, giving a vulnerable expression, "So I invited myself in... Rude, whatever. And that thing was going crazy, I don't know why, but I tried to grab it and it attacked me!" She glanced down at the Audino, giving a subtle leer that she was sure the Professor would miss, as if daring the timid pokemon to counter her lie. "Anyway, Professor," She said, as she ran a hand through her hair, taming her disheveled curls. She looked around the room she was in, her mind whirring. Well, this definitely looked more like a Laboratory. There were a couple of pokeballs on the shelves and desks. She looked back at the Professor taking in her appearance slowly. Her face broke into a slightly greedy smile, "I'm sure you hear this all the time, but you are gorgeous." She leant forwards, biting her lip flirtatiously, "I've traveled an awfully long way, Professor," she purred coyly, "and I've been aching for some fun. I bet you're awfully busy here, but I'm sure I could show you a good time." She winked suggestively, bringing the cigarette to her lips, "In return for the strongest pokemon you have here. To show my gratitude, you know, darling?" Outrageous flirting normally worked better with men, but you never know.

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[| odysseus]

PROF. HAWTHORNE

Before Professor Hawthorne could set to cleaning the other woman’s wound, she screeched and snatched her hand away and not only shrieked profanely, but threw threat he way. In her own laboratory! The nerve! However, Maria was too shocked to retaliate, her mouth wide and eyes even wider. In contrast Lilac narrowed her own eyes and crossed her arms at the unkindly woman. She’d never seen any trainer come in and behave as rudely as this one was. The Gardevoir already disliked her, but she kept her dry thoughts to herself. Hawthorne would only send away her readings as mindless suspicion. The professor was suddenly deemed useless for the woman helped herself to a cloth from the first aid kit and began tending to the bite solo. With a sigh she rose from her knees and brushed the dirt from the front of her skirt and adjusted her lab coat at the shoulders.

Lavender peeked around the girth of Lilac’s dress in order to witness the intruder dropping the stained rag to the floor and lighting another cancer stick! She felt her eyes flutter and attempt to roll to the back of her head, but she quickly straightened out and comforted herself by saying that Professor Hawthorne would never allow such behavior. On the contrary, she simply shrugged it off and rolled her own eyes. People had their addictions and made their own personal decisions, as life-threatening as they were. Like how coffee was her own guilty pleasure, but the only thing she was putting in harm’s way was her teeth. The hooker then began to explain what had come about upstairs while Hawthorne had been treating the sick Pokémon. Lilac already knew nothing but smoke and lies was tumbling from the harlot’s mouth and quickly checked out from the conversation, but the Audino listened intently and hung on every line of the little story.

The normal type opened her mouth to refute every untruth of the woman’s tale, but was quickly silenced when she was met by a set of cold, blue-green eyes. A look that would send a Heatran’s blood cold, cause a Primeape to stop rampaging, and force a herd of enraged Tauros to stop dead in their tracks. The words fell dead on Lavender’s lips, abruptly disinterested in countering the lovely story the woman had made up. To the professor, the explanation sounded about right. Numerous guests just welcomed themselves inside her home. And she could already imagine Rose freaking out at the intrusion as a result. What she couldn’t believe, however, was what the new girl was suggesting! Outrageous! But…Maria lifted the edge of her lip into a slight smirk and sauntered toward the other woman, a dirty intent in her eyes. In one quick movement she snatched the cigarette from the woman’s mouth and took a deep drag. There was no point in denying it, Professor Hawthorne had been a smoker herself back in her crazy days, but she traded that dependence for tea.

Allowing a small stout of smoke from her blood red lips, she started at the base of the woman’s neck, slowly working her way up and over her cheek until she stopped directly above her mouth, pausing for dramatic effect before releasing the last bit over her face. Maria giggled and dropped the cigarette to the floor, being sure to stomp it out with a stab from her heel. “I’m sorry, but I’m no lesbian. Tried it during Spring Break of 1989 at Sunnyshore Beach for a night, didn’t like it. Now if you would follow me up stairs, miss, we can become better acquainted.” Without a second look back Professor Hawthorne ascended the stairs and made her way to the place where it all went down. Lilac couldn’t help but think that if she teleported there in a few minutes she’d find the strange woman and the professor naked. Meanwhile, the Audino swooned and tumbled to the floor a second time.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

take your double standard love and keep it

the devil likes to make my heart a double bed

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[atrb=width,100] words; 469 tag; hawthorne <3 notes; cancer wants some action!

[atrb=width,240] Cancer waited for the Professor’s response, glancing slightly at the Audino who was obviously scared of her, what a shame, and the powerful psychic type had obviously taken a dislike to her. Big deal. However, even Cancer who’d liked to think she’d seen everything was surprised by the Professor’s response. The cigarette was snatched from her lips, causing her to frown and open her mouth in protest. But then, oh how ravishing, she breathed in the fumes with a smirk, oh that dirty smile, and came uncomfortably close. Cancer’s expression slipped into an equally dirty grin, eyes narrowing as her pupils dilated. The Professor leant towards her neck, and Cancer found herself giving a slight intake of breath. Now, this was more exciting than she thought it would have been. A chance to sleep with the apparently infamous Professor of Nexivus! She grinned, leaning in to kiss the Professor when she breathed out the last of the tantalizing smoke, promptly stamping out the cigarette and moving backwards. “I’m sorry, but I’m no lesbian. Tried it during Spring Break of 1989 at Sunnyshore Beach for a night, didn’t like it. Now if you would follow me up stairs, miss, we can become better acquainted.” Cancer looked shocked, her mind blank and stupid. W-what had just happened? She watched the Professor climb up the stairs, her mind taking in what had just happened. Oh, so she was playing hard to get? “Oh, Professor! You’re such a tease!” Cancer purred smoothly, amused that someone else was taking the role that she normally occupied. “And 1989? I'm shocked. I wouldn’t have thought you were any older than twenty five.” She growled with a smile. She leered slightly after the Professor, looking up at her delightful body. She considered reaching forwards and groping her arse, but decided against it. Obviously, the Prof wanted to get better acquainted, she wanted to get to know Cancer before introducing her to the bedroom. It wasn’t the only time that had happened, women were always so much harder to please. She glanced down briefly at the Audino, concluding that the pokemon had some sort of narcolepsy or just fainted a lot, as neither the Professor or her other pokemon even looked around. She reappeared at the room she’d first encountered the Audino, glancing slightly at the pile of papers and stuff she’d shifted from the drawers. She slid onto the sofa, stretching out her legs and jutting her chest forwards, “So, sweetcheeks, what kinda pokemon do you have in this dump? Why don’t you sit next to little ol’ Cancer and talk me through it?” She purred, flirtatiously patting the seat next to her. It was obvious that the teen had already lost interest in the pokemon of the lab, and was now focused on seducing the Professor.

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