ART OF BREAKING [deja]

[AXEL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #FCFCFC; width: 400px, bTable][STYLE= width: 100px; height: 110px; border-left: 6px solid #FF6600; float: right; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #451037; letter-spacing: -1px; opacity:0.6;][/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding: 8px; text-align:justify; color: #8A8A8A; height: 112px; width: 250px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; border-right: 1px dashed #BDA8B7;]✗ i'll pick you up WON'T LET YOU FALL, I'LL BUILD YOUR TRUST AND IT WON'T HURT AT ALL. YOUR ONLY DRUG WILL LET YOU DOWN, I'M THROUGH NOW SO TAKE ME AND BLOW ME AWAY. WHEN I FEEL NUMB I'LL LET YOU KNOW. I WON'T BECOME WHAT I WAS BEFORE. YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT IS NOT YOUR CREATION, THIS IS THE ART OF BREAKING ❧ [/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding: 1px; text-align:center; color: #EDEDED; height: 15px; width: 390px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; border-top: 2px solid #D9D9D9; background-color: #303030; letter-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000000;]THIS IS THE ART OF BREAKING[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding: 4px; text-align:justify; color: #878787; width: 384px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-top: 2px solid #D9D9D9; background-color: #F7F7F7; line-height: 11px;]He was tired of being alone. Axel was not a Pokemon that did particularly well on his own. Sure, he was a skilled battler and a good person to have on your side if you were looking for an escort, but he wasn't used to solitude anymore. He came upon groups of others, ones who had families and things that Axel didn't. The Blaziken found his heart hurting a little when he passed them by, and that was just odd. His heart was never involved in his thinking, unless he was looking over some female Pokemon, and even then it was just his hormones doing the thinking there. Still, he didn't like isolation all that much at the moment. He mostly flew it solo, but now and then he got a little bit lonely. This.. okay, it wasn't just a little bit of loneliness anymore. It was a pang of something like hunger that wanted to eat him from the inside out, and it was practically a warning sign flashing in front of his face in neon colors. "GET YOURSELF SOME FRIENDS." Well fine then, he could do that. He doubted it'd be difficult, he was totally awesome and had SKILLS. Gosh. Maybe it wasn't that easy. Axel had an ego that could rival the Sun's size, and overall believed that he was the best thing to ever happen to the Pokemon world. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to come up to other people and flaunt himself by saying as much. It was nearly absurd, how much of a showoff he was. Not to mention that he leaned too close to the girls in the crowd when no one was looking. He wasn't above flirting either, clearly all the girls were attracted to him. He was irresistible, and invincible. He needed a reality check, and he needed one bad. Yet he remained totally oblivious to that obvious fact. All he happened to be focused on right now, at the current moment, was finding himself some company. Permanent would be nice.. and as he passed by a group of Pokemon giggling to themselves about a guild, he stopped short and smirked, the best he could with that beak. A guild, it was perfect. And it wasn't far from here. He could prove himself, they'd have to let him in once they saw how talented he was. Axel set off for the guild, also catching wind that the leader of the guild happened to be a Gardevoir, a female one at that. That smirk, it hadn't faded yet, grew the slightest notch creepy. Someone should really keep things to themselves. It was almost night, the sun was setting, and while the Blaziken preferred the daytime for its warmth (he was a Fire-type after all) he didn't mind doing this right now. Any later and he could have missed his opportunity. The Fire-type climbed the stairs carved into the side of the guild with ease, his lithe build allowing him to do so. He had a relaxed, confident air as he stepped onto the grate in front of the guild, awaiting the sentry to identify his footprint.. or notice it first, whichever came first. He stood tall, but not threatening, just formidable if anyone were to dare. I mean, who would attack a firebird who knew martial arts? TAG. deja vu (wolfy) LYRICS. art of breaking, thousand foot krutch NOTES. fail post is fail orz[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding: 3px; text-align:justify; color: #EDEDED; width: 390px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; border-top: 2px solid #D9D9D9; background-color: #303030; line-height: 9px;text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000000;]POST TEMPLATE CODED BY RAYAH! OF LOVE STAMP AND BACK TO NEVERLAND WILL KICK YO BEHIND TO NEXT MONTH IF YOU STEAL OR REDISTRIBUTE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION B)[/style]