Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 25, 2012 16:21:35 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] OH HOLY MOLY IT'S AN EGGU HATCHING RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BOAT. That egg was sparking up a storm with the way the egg shell parts were flying everywhere, looking like a series of fireworks going off in there. Might as well call it a grenade, because one big stink bomb was about to emerge from within it. Claws frantically scratched at the egg shell as it beat the container up, until finally a fuzzy wuzzy head shook itself as it blinked at the area around it. Stuff was going on, lots of stuff. Sniffing tentatively it carefully crawled out of the shell, but it seemed to miss the fact that the egg was round, and by tipping forward, the egg was going down with it. The Stunky rolled right out of the egg with its face smushed into the ground, leaving the egg shell behind as its tail flapped around in the wind. The Stunky was bewildered and confused, wondering where everyone was exactly as it straightened itself up on the wooden floor, feeling lost and confused as to where its care taker was supposed to be. It mumbled out something that seemed like a mix of a sob and a sib, while several waiters walked a bit carelessly around the baby Pokemon. They nearly stepped on the poor creature, which only wailed in hopes of having its mother rescue it sometime soon.
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