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   One late night on the sunset strip, while everyone was walking their own separate ways, there was a young red head prancing his way through 'the jungle' of a sidewalk. Where he was going, no one knew. But with hair teased that high and the look in his eye told you to get out of his way. He looked from the left, and to the right. With his eyebrows narrowed and his mouth tightly closed, W. Axl Rose stopped at his destination.
  Just as he was about to enter, a man with overly done eyeliner and a beer gut stared at the young rock star.
  Axl looked right back at him with a piercing stare. "You want somethin'?" he snapped.
  "N-no..." The man stammered.
  "Well to bad 'cause you're gettin' somethin'." Axl sneered as he walked towards the man. Soon they were hurling fists and biting flesh until the beer-gutted-man pulled out a knife and put it to the singer's valuable throat.
  "Not so tough now, are ya?" he panted. Axl didn't dare move. His eyes searched for something-anything that might help him. Noting. He closed his eyes. This is it. He had gotten in too deep this time. Why didn't he just walk into the building like he was supposed to? But that man...the look he had on his face…well it didn't really matter. This is the end. Goodbye world… he thought to himself as he silently gulped, Take care of Izzy and Erin for me. Let Erin know I love her. And Izzy…just try to keep him out of trouble...
  Just as Axl thought those last thoughts, a hand came and grabbed the knife away from the young red head's throat.
  "Is there a problem here, Sir?" OH THANK GOD. The hand belonged to a police officer who looked as if he could take the man and Axl out without breaking a sweat.
  "What? No—well yes—uhhh…" Axl smiled as he saw the fear in the man's eyes. Who's tough now, wuss?
  "I think you need to come with me." The officer calmly said.
  "But—wait—no! It's not my fault!" the man cried as he was taken away into the police car. As the policeman drove off, Axl tipped his head and smiled in thanks. That night, as the young Axl Rose walked into the moderately large building, he thanked all policemen everywhere. He knew it would be the first, and the last time he would ever do so.
Just a random thing I typed out...

GUESS WHAT WAS MY INSPARATION! :iconimhappyplz: [link]

Axl Rose is (c) of himself.
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HypnoticVamp Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2010
LOL, Axl was saved my a policeman :lmao:
You're awesome :D
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HawiianTiger Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Yes! The irony!

Aww! Thanks! <3 You are too
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HypnoticVamp Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2010
:XD:
Yay!<3
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HawiianTiger Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:huggle:
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HypnoticVamp Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2010
huggleee!
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HawiianTiger Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
8DDDD
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EddieSketti Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2010  Student General Artist
All because I was too lazy to think of a response for that great opening paragraph to a potential RP.....:XD: nice one
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HawiianTiger Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:XD: lol I know! But thank your laziness. I had fun :meow:
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EddieSketti Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2010  Student General Artist
:hug:
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HawiianTiger Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:iconsuperglompplz:
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