( we can dance if you want to. ) [cree/mod]

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[atrb=width,458,true][atrb=border,0,true] LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE TAGS cree, maybe a mod later if we do catch pokemon! WORD 363 MUSE meh NOTE wheehee this is a terrible post CODE papaya, edited by hata "Whoa ho!" A loud yell had presumably come from what appeared to be a brightly clothed young man no older than twenty years, a head of bright yellow clashing against the summery hues of the orchard. It was a pleasant place, really. Lafayette trooped along the orchard, kicking up fallen leaves with a spring in his step. He was clad in a bright magenta round neck with a long sleeved polo, his frayed jeans and neon yellow sneakers. Beside him was Adele, who seemed to blend well with the summer seasons, her fur having been altered to suit the current season. She seemed happy to be in the open rather than in a confined and stifling city, where her hooves hurt against the painful concrete and the smell of smoke was suffocating. Adele didn't like that, unlike here, where it was presumably much more pleasant for her to just walk around, even. Lafayette liked it here. Featherwing was interesting and a bustling place, definitely, but there was something a little more rustic about Penniacre Orchard that Lafayette indefinitely appreciated. He approached a tree cautiously, touching it. It felt firm to the touch, grinning. Seemed suitable enough to climb. Gesturing to Adele to come with, the Deerling shook her head, clearly afraid of even travelling of anything that wasn't solid ground. So be it. Shrugging, Lafayette began to scale, making sure he had a solid footing before he ascended, adrenaline pumping through him as he climbed higher up. It wasn't long before Lafayette reached the top, grinning proudly at himself for his feat. He waved enthusiastically at Adele, who merely skipped on the spot as a congratulations. He hugged the branch tightly - While Lafayette did like climbing, he had to admit that he wasn't entirely confident with staying on them. He had fallen several times at home, and his mother often berated him for it. He flicked his hair, swinging his legs merrily. Maybe someone would come by and hopefully he could just go along and maybe a prank could ensue. It all seemed very fun, really, and besides, he most certainly did enjoy meeting strange new people. Who would come by this time?

[Cree-licious!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb= style, background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss358/Maiden-of-Fire/BlueWallpaperpattern-2-3.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=5E3634]         WE ARE THE CROWD, WE'RE CO-COMING OUT, GOT MY FLASH ON IT'S TRUE, AND THAT PICTURE OF YOU IT'S SO MAGICAL, WE'D BE SO FANTASTIC, OH, LEATHER AND JEANS, GARAGE GLAMOROUS, NOT SURE WHAT IT MEANS BUT THIS PHOTO OF US, IT DON'T HAVE A PRICE, READY FOR THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS, CUZ YOU KNOW THAT BABY I, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPA PAPARAZZI I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN, I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, YOUR PAPARAZZI Braids shook off the inward twitch of being out in the open, bare to his surroundings. He much prefered the beautiful urban city scape that he was raised in, rocky shores and deep fathomless caves he grew up on. Still, the Orchard was a pretty place to pitch camp, and Roselia enjoyed the sun on her petals, flowering before his eyes. His lips rose ito a grin, the braided man's eyes gleaming from behind his mask he placed over his eyes in the form of metallic goggles. A camera hung limp against his chest, sitting idle where he supposed he should be taking pictures, but that could wait. He didn't want to hurry the chance of not finding a pokemon in these parts. Maybe he could catch something a little more towards his liking, but not if Belladonna had any say in it. Her hips swayed in the wind, the sunlight creating dappled pockets of sunlight upon her chlorophyll soaking body. SHe felt great..and she was in one of her good humors. A good trainer, a full stomach, and the rays of the sun beaming prettily on her like glitter. Oh, how she loved these days when she was the only pokemon at Braids' side...she was the only one for him, and especially better than that Staryu he was so adamant to carry around with him. She snorted lightly, but her anger was forgotten when she spotted a rogue Deerling beside a large tree. Braids spotted the grass type too and tilted his head. He approached it, careful to keep his distance and glanced towards the tree. It seemed to be awaiting something. Up in the branches he found his answer, this pokemon had a trainer. Great...he had run into a trainer, and one with a questionable fashion sense. He placed one hand on his hip, the Roselia mirroring her trainer as she smirked towards the Deerling. "Having fun up there?" He called out, wryly. BABY, YOU'LL BE FAMOUS, CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPARAZZI THAT BOY IS MINE words

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Roselia is with him