i'm sexy and i know it

'Sup interwebs? I'm Troy Fields. You may remember me as the kid with a Mareep who kicked your ass at Vermilion Gym. Or the guy who sold you some really poppin' poffins by the dumpster outside Pokemart. Right now I'm traveling Kanto and having a good time. HMU if you want to get fucked up by my Pocket Monsters™.

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trainerscarlett·:

parties like this definitely are not scarlett’s speed. she’d even tried to resist the professor’s attempts to invite her. but.. he’d been insistent. and scarlett wasn’t going to deny him over and over again. once the crowd seemed to grow a bit too much for her, the blonde found herself slipping out the back and stepping onto the deck. inhaling the fresh air. or what she thought would be fresh air. instead, it was pungent. almost like a stunky. turning, she met the stranger’s eyes, raising her own brow as he held out the joint to her.

“oh, no, thanks. i’m just.. trying to get some fresh air. not one for stuff like.. that.”

Troy nodded, snuffing out his joint in courtesy. Typically people didn’t equate fresh air and any kind of smoke, not that he could blame them. "Sorry, I usually try to stay a little bit further away from the door but I came into contact with an angry Tauros when I tried to take a walk in the yard.”

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courmarinechausse·:

Nicole wasn’t much of a drinker. One glass of wine and she was already tipsy. She excused herself outside to get some air and saw a strange boy. A strange boy offering her drugs. “Uh,” She had smoked before back in Courmarine plenty, she was a Grass trainer. But still, taking drugs from strangers with criminals around seemed like a poor decision. “I think I’m good, thanks. Was alcohol not good enough for you?”

“Uh no,” Troy gave the girl a look. Why was everyone always so hung up on the fact that he didn’t drink? “Drinking isn’t really my thing, I feel like smoking works a lot better for me. You ever try it or you just knocking it out of nowhere?”

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jubilifehayley·:

If the other trainer’s words meant to discourage her, they had the complete opposite effect on Hayley. “Aww, that’s so sad!” she lamented, wishing Shinx were out of its Pokeball right now for her to hug and reassure, almost as if her Pokemon had been the one that had been abandoned instead. “Now I want to find him even more, he sounds lonely,” Hayley declared, arching an eyebrow at Troy expectantly. “Are you coming with me, or are you going to let me be this poor thing’s only friend?”

Troy was hoping to scare the girl more but he could kind of get behind doing literally anything else but listening to Oak talk about himself right now. “Yeah, sure,” He shrugged, figuring if they found the supposed ‘Phantom’ he’d never heard of before tonight at least it’d be interesting. And if not, wandering around in the woods sounded cool. “You’re not like Team Rocket or some shit, right? Because I should warn you, I’m not some dumbass Youngster and stealing my Pokemon won’t work out well for you.”

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ingrrid·:

« Ingrid almost immediately felt bad for asking the question when she got a bit of lecturing from the other. “Dude, I did not mean it like that, I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly, but noticed (and was slightly grateful) that he ceased regardless. “I personally don’t smoke but I don’t mind if you do.” Just then, her Gastly escaped out of its ball and started swirling around their heads. “I apologize for him too, he’s been wanting to get out for a while now.” »

“Relax, I was just fucking with you.” One of his favorite pastimes was giving people grief for no reason. He stubbed out his joint, “Nah, it’s fine. I know the smell’s not the best, if I didn’t like the way it felt I wouldn’t deal either.” He laughed at the Gastly. “It’s cool, I’ve always liked Ghost-types,” He said, looking in interest at the semi invisible Pokemon before popping open his own Pokeball for Mareep to pop out. “Now we’re even.”

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risingxacextrainer·:

Andrew always felt a little out of it when he went to these events. Andrew knew that it was important to meet and befriend other trainers, one never knows who they might want to trade with one day after all, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel a little self-conscious. He had just stepped outside, thinking maybe sometime with his Staryu might help come him down, when he saw that he wasn’t the only one out here. “Not exactly my cup of tea.” Andrew said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Bored of the party?” 

“No worries,” He said, bumming out the joint and putting it away. “I feel kind of the same way about alcohol.” He shrugged, “So it’s not so much that I’m bored as that it’s kind of rude as fuck to smoke inside a stranger’s house without asking. You not having a good time?”

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palletcorreia·:

As someone who’d lived in Pallet Town her whole life, Sofia knew just how much the Professor liked to talk when given an attentive audience, which is why as soon as she had the opportunity, Sofia slipped away from the group that had formed around him, and went to get some air instead. 

There weren’t many people outside, so the accidental slamming of the door behind her drew most of their attention. “Shit, sorry… I forgot how heavy that door can be,” She called out and watched as all but one turned away from her again. Looking at the joint in his hand, she shook her head. “Nah I’m good but I hope you don’t mind me joining you out here. The old man is just getting started and I’ve had nowhere near enough to drink to deal with that right now.”

Troy couldn’t help but laugh at the stranger struggling so hard with the door. He’d thought it was weirdly heavy, but maybe that had something to do with all the Pokemon wandering around. “You come to Oak’s a lot?” He asked, bringing his joint to his lips again and inhaling slowly. “No worries, I was getting a little sick of the rambling too. But hey, one night for a free Pokemon, I think even I can stomach that without starting shit.”

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jubilifehayley·:

“Really? Maybe you’re not drinking the right kinds!” Hayley said enthusiastically, as if she was about to make it her personal mission to find him something that was more of an upper instead. Not tonight, though; she supposed she’d have to cross paths with him another time if she wanted to complete that particular mission. “A fluffy closet full of blankets sounds way more comfortable! We were just at some random house and the people were ‘in between seasons’ on their indoor plants or something,” Hayley shrugged. It was just a distant memory now, like so many things from before she’d really started traveling and adventuring. “My friends told me that they knew lots of potheads, but I was the first literal one they’d ever come across. I still have the picture somewhere, it’s pretty funny, maybe I’ll show you sometime.”

“Nah,” Troy shook his head, he was used to people trying to get him to drink. Given his usual life of the party demeanor, it was a common occurrence. “I’ve tried, alcohol is just not my deal.” He dangled the joint between his fingers to emphasize his point, “This is much more in line with my vibe.” He nodded in agreement, “True, but fluffy blankets aren’t as much of a story. So I guess it evens out. Hope your back wasn’t too fucked up by the pot though, although I guess we better get used to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements if we’re going to camp all the fucking way to the Pokemon League.” While he was happy to finally be doing his own thing without parental interference, Troy was not looking forward to the loss of his creature comforts.

[umbentley]

she drank, she danced and now she was totally over the party. bentley made her way outside for some fresh air as her scorbunny hops beside her, she turns to him and sighs. “ these things are overrated, don’t you agree, scorbunny ?? ” leaning up against the fence, she pulls out her pokedex and scrolls through it, trying to figure out which pokemon she wanted to attempt to encounter next. she was deep in thought that she hadn’t heard the noises coming from the bushes behind her. looking down, she watches as her scorbunny hops off and her eyebrows raise in confusion. “ where are you going ?? ” she shouts out before walking into the bushes with her flashlight on. “ okay, i’m not in the mood for hide-n-go-seek scorbunny… come out now, would you. ” a snap of a branch echos through the bushes and it has her almost spinning a full 360 in fear “ whos there !? ” she calls out.

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“Troy!” He called back, emerging from behind her. “Was playing some ball with my Pokemon and it went a little far. What are you doing out here?”

[ohfionajust-deactivated20200624]

fiona looked down at her silver slippers, bouncing on the balls of her feet. she had a shirley temple in one hand, her cubchoo in the other wrapped in her arm’s grip like an actual teddy bear. however, the cubchoo, always the reckless type, jumped out of her arms and sprinted towards a large ice statue, running in between someone’s legs. “catch that cubchoo!” she screeched, running after her pokemon.

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Troy was standing by the snack table, minding his own business for once in his life and cutting himself a piece of apple pie when a Cubchoo came flying through and knocked his plate on the ground. Seemingly startled by itself, it stopped to inspect and then began eating the food off the ground. He looked around. “Who the fuck does this Pokemon belong to?” He called.

[pokemontrainer-lukas]

Lukas was definitely having a ball at this party. Lukas wasn’t ashamed to admit that he definitely had a more…Privileged childhood. So events like this were quite the norm for him. And he knew how to deal with just about any social scenario. “Is there a place around that I can let my Cubone out?” Lukas wondered out loud. Cubone definitely was getting restless, and the last thing he needed was for his pokemon to throw it’s bone at something of the professor’s. 

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Troy nodded in the direction of Oak’s back yard. “The whole place is fenced in because he keeps Pokemon on site for research from the looks of it. But be careful for roaming Tauros, one of those fuckers almost took my eye out when I was out smoking.”

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kcylies·:

Kaylie had never been one for smoking especially since she never saw the point in it or why it had been so popular, but she had always been one for trying new things. “Sure, why not?”

“That’s the spirit,” Troy happily passed her the blunt. He’d offered several people who’d come out a hit but not a single one had taken him up on his offer and he was starting to get worried that all the other trainers here were going to be totally lame. “It’ll help ease the headache from listening to Oak talk, I promise,” He smiled. “You here to get a brand spanking new Pokedex?”

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draconicwendy·:

“honestly, if i’d have known i’d have to listen to him ramble for hours on end.. i’d probably have skipped out on this party. doesn’t feel worth it to me.” she followed the boy’s gaze, eyes rolling when she caught sight of oak. ugh. though someone else willing to start some trouble with her.. that’s not something she’d ever pass up. “an accident, huh?” she taps her chin lightly. looking inside at all of the expensive things and knick knacks. “okay. no computers or anything. but.. that table with the champagne glasses on it looks kinda wobbly.”

“If we just let him get away with it, he doesn’t learn his lesson though. We can’t have him torturing more poor kids like this year after year, we’re really just doing society a favor by coming here and causing a little chaos.” Troy smirked, looking at the admittedly wobbly old table Oak and Co. had dragged out for the champagne flutes. “I like your style. What kind of Pokemon have you got? We can definitely make it look like an accident between two unfriendly little mons that gave it that little bit of extra pressure it needs.”

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ceruleanvic·:

Victoria let out a small scoff, amused. “You’re clearly very confident in yourself. Good for you, I guess,” she quipped. She watched him for a moment as he fired off guesses, pursing her lips and taking another drink. “Tiny but angry isn’t too far off, but you’re pretty wrong on the rest,” she corrected.

“Not to be that asshole but have you seen me?” Troy grinned, flexing slightly to prove his point. “It’s hard not to be. Besides, I was a gym trainer before coming here, we had to be kind of good otherwise everyone would have a shot at the Pokemon League.” Tiny but angry did seem kind of right since she looked kind of tense at his comment, “Well, then you need to work on your branding because I don’t know what people are coming for just by looking at you. Glad you’re not a Misty fangirl though. Sabrina? Clearly the coolest gym leader.”

[ceruleanvic]

“So, how many other water-type trainers do you think are here?” The question was asked from a pair of glossed lips, turned up into a small, teasing grin. “I mean, I think it’s important to suss out who the ones coming for my brand are gonna be here, you know?” she added, shooting the other a smile as she swished around the contents of her cup and took a sip.

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“Oh, I hope a ton,” Troy said with a grin. “I’m an electric trainer so it’ll give me a lot of really easy won battles.” He peered out over the sea of people, wondering how many of them did have water types. And for that matter, how many electric trainers were out there - though he was sure none of them were as cool as him. “What exactly is your brand?” He looked her up and down. “Tiny but angry?” He guessed blindly. “That kid who had six million Misty posters in her room and is trying to adopt her personality? That bitch who tries to battle you when you’re just swimming along minding your own business?”

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draconicwendy·:

“it’s amazing how oak can suck the fun out of.. just about anything. he’s a walking, talking Hypnosis.” wendy huffed, leaning back so she could stretch out. letting herself relax. the night air was much nicer than the cramped interior. “you wanna cause some chaos with me?” she asked, tilting her head towards the stranger. “cuz, i’ll be totally honest, i’m just drunk enough to do some real damage.”

“Doesn’t help that he’s got a captive audience tonight, he knows we all want his free Pokemon so he’s just packing in on extra thick,” Troy scoffed, watching hhim from a distance as he started in on yet another tangent. “I am always down for some chaos, it’s in my nature. I can’t even blame it on the alcohol.” He smirked, looking down at the girl, “What kind of damage are we talking? Because I can’t afford to pay for shit if it’s physical damage, we’ll have to make it look like an accident.”

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ingrrid·:

« Though the party had been an enjoyable one thus far, Ingrid couldn’t help but be distracted with preparations for the upcoming contest. She was on her phone typing messages away, but unfortunately the service inside was bad and none of them were going through. Deciding that she might be able to get a couple of texts sent outside, Ingrid stepped into the deck, the music decreasing significantly. She dug her face into her scarf the instant the smell hit her nose, “I think I’m okay, thank you. Are you allowed to be doing that here?” »

Troy hadn’t expected to get narced at a party with a bunch of drunks and Professor Oak - who was clearly too busy being an attention hog to bust him - but he wasn’t really sure if he was allowed to smoke there or not. He wasn’t going to admit that though. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He took another hit quickly before snuffing what was left on the deck railing. “I mean if we can jam about 100 people over fire code in this house, along with a bunch of fire Pokemon, and not get busted I think I’ll be fine. Unless you’re going to rat me out.”

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jubilifehayley·:

Hayley had never seen the guy in front of her before, but the fact that he was so generous with his joint made her an instant fan. Still, she shook her head no at his offer. “Maybe some other time. I’ve already been drinking and getting me crossfaded is like… the quickest way to get me to curl up wherever, whenever and take a nap. Last time I did it, my traveling buddies found me inside of a giant flower pot, so… thanks anyway,” Hayley told him happily, coming to a stop beside him even though she wasn’t planning to smoke with him. 

“Oh yeah, alcohol in general has that effect on me,” Troy nodded, bringnig the blunt back to his lips. “The first time I got drunk in my friend’s basement in high school they found me curled in the closet with a bunch of fluffy blankets.” He cocked his head a little, “A giant flower pot? Where’d you find one of those?”