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Post by pandi3 on Feb 21, 2012 22:00:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii157/disenchanted_butterfly/Girls/26917191-6.png); border: #C9C9C9 10px solid; float: left; margin-right: 5px, bTable] |
[style=width: 350px; font-family: times; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18px;]I AM YOURS TO CONTROL[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; border-top: #C9C9C9 10px solid; padding: 5px; border-left: #C9C9C9 10px solid;]Feet pounded against the floor as he raced between people in order to get to that one mutant. The one that just would not stay still for him to capture. Pushing people here and there he moved farther into the mall making sure to keep his eyes on him at all time but it was getting harder and harder for him to do so. This little thing was smarter then most dashing into the most populated place here in the city which happened to be this damn district. Groaning when he saw him turn down another alley way that lead to the other side of the street, he dashed after him. Slamming his body into people that should have known better to get in his way. He could feel his anger mounting as he came to the other side of the street. Stopping to look around for that one little thing. The pulsing within himself told him that he had to get his emotions in check before he started to attract other objects manly ones that would cause him some sort of bodily harm. With a growl he set off after the mutant the moment he spotted him, racing past some people who bags he finally manged to catch up to the damn boy. Reaching out he gripped the back of his neck and pulled him toward him. Not caring that he had slammed into a woman holding a basket of flowers just a few inches away. Axel was more interested in the boy that was struggling to get lose. Gripping his neck tighter he tired so hard not to snap it, it wouldn't do him any good if the product was broken. Then where would he be? With a small sigh at the struggling boy he started to reach into his back pocket for the collar that needed to be placed around his neck.[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-size: 8px;]### , Ella , NOTES , MADE BY A RACCOON on OTE[/style] |
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Post by ella on Feb 21, 2012 23:27:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/backgrounds/darkercement.png'); background-color: #d3d3d3; width: 435px; border: 5px solid #0b180a;][STYLE=background-color: #0b180a; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: #cecece; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: lowercase;]hey baby, won't you look my way[/style][STYLE= background-color: #f3f3f3; margin: 20px; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #1c2d39; opacity: 0.7; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -o-border-radius: 30px; text-align: justify;] It was Friday evening and the streets were busier than even Ella, who had grown up with city crowds, was used to. She had been on her way home from a day in the park, where she wished she could spend more time but found herself visiting less and less frequently. Ella was too busy now with her work to have free time and besides, her bodyguard said it was too exposed.
And that was the exact reason she was on her own, her bodyguard being under the impression she was at the recording studio all day so she was free to go. A worried crease appeared on her forehead at the thought, not enjoying lying to someone so dear to her. But it was for the best; they both needed the day off and the time away from each other. They argued a fair deal and while she liked him immensely a quiet day by herself was welcome.
She was proud of herself for the day’s work, actually. She had managed to pick a wide variety of flowers that would brighten up the homes of the refugees’ considerably. Nothing seemed to grow in the part of town they were forced to hide in; the washed out grays and splattered browns always soaking into everything.
But the crowds were so think she kept getting pushed, and her basket was uncovered and open enough that she kept loosing flowers. Ella walked on the balls of her feet, a habit from years of dance, and edged her way slowly to the outskirts of the crowd, careful not to push or get in anyone’s way.
A sigh escaped her as she began down the deserted alleyway, the dim light of the cloud-shrouded sun casting long shadows along its walls. The sounds of the streets faded and she began to relax until—bam!
Ella stumbled sideways, her feet catching her and regaining balance just in time for her to look up and see a pair of people; one holding the other and the other struggling desperately. But even though the man’s back was turned she knew him; knew his stance and his hair and his energy. “A-axel? Wh-what are you…” She dropped her basket, her feet carrying her forward before she even comprehended what she was doing. She spotted his hand reach for his back pocket and recognized the collar…but it couldn’t be, why would Axel…
Her body collided with his, her arms wrapping around his body tightly; pulling down his arms with more force than she looked capable of. For the life of her she wouldn’t let go; whether because she was so happy to see her old friend or because she hoped that she could give the mutant some time to get away, she wasn’t sure.
[/style][STYLE=background-color: #0b180a; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: #cecece; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: lowercase;]i can be your new addiction[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #1c2d39;] tags - Axel!
lyrics - Everybody Talks by Neon Trees
notes - well this is going to end well xD [/style] |
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Post by tidzer on Mar 20, 2012 7:47:33 GMT -5
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