[center][h1][color=FFC0CB]Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: No one in particular 
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A pale star among a rainbow of nervous rippling freshmen, a willowy small figure danced over the air towards the bleachers like a lazy sauntering butterfly. She was late, but she didn't look worried at all, gliding over to the freshman section of bleachers as the principal was speaking. Her wild curling hair was so blonde it was almost white, her eyes so blue they were almost as translucent as her skin. Everything about her was pale and ghostly. 

Everything but her smile. She wore a sweet and dreamy grin, drifting through the kids her age, yet not really seeing any of them. Alone and content. Like a single cloud over an ocean sky. Her jeans were bellbottoms, old and faded, with colorful hand-done embroidery of a collection of flowers and cursive words, like 'peace' and 'love'. Her shirt was thin, billowing about her, like her veil of silver blonde hair. It was an off white color, with thick lace about the neck as the only decoration. With no bag, she was unbound to material things for today, merely enjoying the sunlight as she sat down on the warmed steel bleachers.

The slip of a girl looked as though she were something from an old photograph, but the scent that danced around her was earthy and floral enough to be proof of her very real existence. When the speech was over, she practically floated right back up to her feet. Drifting through the crowd, as if she could pass right through people with no trouble at all, the tiny colorless creature stopped with a smile right in front of someone familiar.

'Kas'. Or perhaps it was 'Sonny'? Either way he was somewhat familiar to her. Once or twice she had seen him at the Sundance [b][i]Castle[/i][/b] (what she called the very large eclectic jumble of a house she lived in), but they hadn't talked much before. And she wasn't too naive as to not know why he'd been on their front porch. She'd talk to him, but he seemed like he might be busy talking to the brawny guy and spirited girl by him. Ah well. Another time.

"Sunny and bright I find you~" her honeyed-wine voice was melodic and mellow with amusement, laced with the lightest bubbling giggle as she sang quietly to herself, "Can you tell me your name~?" She slipped around a senior, flashing him a smile, before spinning on her heel and folding her hands behind her back, "Give me a daisy~ I'll give you a kiss~"

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[h1][color=gray]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Not a one...
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Long legs in black slacks and a black suit jacket over a white shirt, a silver chain loose around his neck. Hair that was cut short around the neck, but hung low in deep soul-staring eyes. Ears with small gauges and a lip ring. The rather tall and mature looking boy was standing as close to the exit by the bleachers as possible. And even when the principal began to speak, he did not sit. He just stood and stared out at the colorful rides and ripoff games. He was an inky smear on a colorful and vibrant day.

Could you believe that he was wearing his most tame, plain and contemporary outfit today? The only adornment his clothes had today were that his suit jacket had a silver thread dressed pocket, and that the inside was mended patches of black silk. Tomorrow he'd wear what he truly enjoyed wearing. But today was the first day. And, well, first impressions mattered in a society of visual creatures. And even if he knew he wouldn't talk to many kids his age, he wanted them to at least get the most diluted impression of him possible. 

Running his finger through his damp hair, he leaned back and sighed, his other hand in his pocket. A yellowing bruise was healing on his jaw. A slight cut was starting to scar by his hairline. But other than that he looked like any rebellious kid starting high school... just a bit more put together than most. Maybe a bit taller too.

When the speech ended and kids started to meander down to the games and rides, he finally went to sit on the bleachers. While his gait had been graceful, he took his time sitting down, wincing every now and then. And this had been a good morning at his house. This morning he hadn't eaten, something he was used to doing, leaving far before his father woke up from a drunken stupor. Oberon suspected he'd try to do that a lot again this school year.

Finally situated on the hard bleachers, in the corner where it was shaded, the dark boy let out a long sigh of relief. His elbows on his knees, he finally relaxed. Those deep eyes looked up through his hair and began the entertainment he was used to by now: people watching. There was much to learn about each new person. He didn't want to miss anything. The school might not be large, but it was important to him to observe his new classmates. Figure out just how they all worked. Like trying to figure out each and every clock in a clockwork shop. Difficult and time consuming, but interesting for the one taking the time.