[center][h1][color=FFC0CB]Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Greeting Abbie [@sakurasan] and observing Photo Taker [@smarty0114] and Grim Giant [@Klaykid], and talking with Golden Ebony [@mskennedy615] and Blakey Boy [@MechonRaptor]
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Poetry was waltzing about in the ocean of laughter and squeals and chatter, not apart of it but also not without it. Moving her arms with her fingers as their lead, she hummed and murmured her happy tune. The halo of gold that flowed behind her head. She heard a cheerfully loud voice ring out with one of her names and she looked up with a smile, stilling in her dance. Her pale water eyes found Abbie-Star and the waif of a girl lifted up her hand in greeting. "And you are as beautiful as always, Abbie-Star!" she called back.

One of the special flowers in her field of friends. Her friend was speaking to a few boys, one tall grim-looking giant, the other a slender photographer. Both were beautiful paragons of youth in her eyes. One, tall and strong, like demi-gods from old mythology. The other agile and lean, with a dazzling smile, like a male siren. Two kinds of beauty orbiting Abbie. Poetry smiled in wonder, tilting her head to the side. Oh but the lucky were blessed and much beloved.

Her shoulder was tapped and she spun to look at the person who broke through her daydream clouds. "Ebony-Gold~!" her voice rang out with melodic happiness in the surprise, "You are here! It is a wonder to see you!" She hugged the beautiful girl, and held her at arm's length by her shoulders. "Was your summer well?" Looking over at the voice of warm syrup that was owned by Blake, she smiled at him as well, releasing Ebony-Gold.

"Blakey-Boy~" she practically sang, "It's downright groovy to see you~"
 
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[h1][color=gray]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: A bright haired girl with deep eyes [@Filthy Mudblood] but other than that watching...
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Oberon was doing as he always did: keeping to himself and gathering bits of stories on the others he would someday have to interact with. His dark eyes found someone he didn't have to observe too much. Abbie. And intense girl with high energy, who didn't like studying. What little he could do, he tried to do as her tutor. She waved at him and he raised his fingers and gave her a nod. She'd make his little job more difficult this year, wouldn't she? A small smile crossed his lips.

But soon enough she was talking to her friends, the photographer and the large boy with the withering smile. He stayed were he sat. It was too sunny today, he was too pale, his clothes too black, and so he sat. In the shade of shadows, dressed in cool darkness and shielded from the bright vibrant world that would have him come closer, like a moth, only to burn him up in the end. That bright world was too dangerous for him. 

Leaned back on his perch he happened to turn his head. A girl had stopped, mid the constant flow of bodies, stopped and was staring at him. Her mouth moved and while he could hear the faint sound of her voice, but it was too short of her speaking for him to understand what was said. So he just stared back.

He watched and she looked and everything fell away. Sound hushed and the pulsing life that flowed around them faded. [i]Timeless.[/i] A poet could say as much. But then she seemed to startle. And turned, taking the hand of the photographer and fleeing in a retreat. A fleeing sparrow who had stared too long into the eyes of a cat... Oberon smiled slowly, pressing fingertips to his pierced lips. [i]Smart sparrow...[/i]