Post by terran on Jun 8, 2012 14:05:20 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border- top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]LIKE A BOULDER[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]I'M READY TO ROCK. WAIT, WRONG TYPE PUN.[/style] Anybody coming into Castelia through Route 4 would notice a strange sight on the way to the PRElympics. Terran Sunderland, junior Nox leader of Hoenn, was guiding a Pokemon caravan toward the city. What did he have planned? Was he going to assault the city? Protest the Castelia Olympics? Take a page out of Alyssa's book and unleash earthquakes everywhere? The answer of this question, of course, was none of the above. The caravan of Pokemon, riding on his trusty Torterra's back, was no strike force or military operation. Rather, a Shieldon, an Excadrill, and a Sandslash were sitting on top of Old Ironsides' back, a picnic blanket and basket of food between them. The Torterra gave his trainer a bemused look, Terran laughing and patting the massive tree-turtle on the shell. "Well, well, look who's beent he team dad lately!" the trainer joked, the two exchanging a laugh as they walked toward the Castelia Olympics. On top of Ironsides' back, a very intricate political discussion of current Unovan tensions was going on between the Sandslash, Razor, and the Excadrill, Delta. And by that I mean Delta was singing like the kid from Good Burger and Razor was barely being restrained from strangling him by their Shieldon buddy. Seemingly oblivious to the Sandslash's anger, the Excadrill continued to merrily shove apples into his mouth without a care in the world. Ladies and gentlemen, the leader of Hoenn and his elite squad of Pokemon. [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] TAGS! PRElympics [/style]NOTES! Its Terran Sunderland's amazing walking picnic! |