[center][h1][color=FFC0CB]Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Talking with Golden Ebony [@mskennedy615], Blakey Boy [@MechonRaptor], and a stranger Maeve [@TheIrishJJ]
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Poetry heard the click of a camera as Blakey Boy patted her arm in his usual good nature. Looking over at Ebony-Gold, she had little surprise in finding that the camera she held was being put to use. With her and Blake-Boy as the subjects in the sun. With a bubbling laugh, her cheeks grew rosy and she pressed them slightly in her teaspoon sized shyness. Being the subject of a photo, any kind at all was fine, but the raw emotion that came from candid shots always seemed to speak more than those that were posed. So she glowed in the flattery of it.

Before beautiful Ebony-Gold could answer Poetry's inquiry, a throaty voice shouted up to Blake and she turned in curiosity at this new person. Well, new to Poetry's sights. She hadn't seen her before. But then again, there were always new people buzzing about that your eyes had seen before. It was just that the brain liked to forget them, as it forgot scenery; though it was all unique and beautiful, the brain was as cruel and practical as a Wall Street white-collar. It just loved to over look or pass by the small details of life. 

"Oh, a new fluttering butterfly~" she hummed softly to herself, "Taking to the sweet summer sky~ She greets the Sun~ She must wish to speak of summertime fun~" The little tunes always sprouted up from time to time, but how could she not hum this one with such interesting and new inspiration? Tipping her head to the side with a warm smile in greeting, as if she hadn't sung at all, her silver-and-gold hair fell over one shoulder and her spring-water eyes glittered in curiosity.

"What it is, Butterfly?" she greeted in her funky way of saying 'what's up' to this new person she had never seen before, "You know our blazin' ace, Blakey Boy?" She beamed. "Haha~ Well, it's nice ta' meet ya'!"
 
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[h1][color=gray]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers > > > Stalls of food
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Not at body
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Oberon leaned back further, almost fully stretching out in the shade, like a lazy large feline. His head fell back, that pale flesh that should be unmarred by tender youth instead forever marked with a wavering scrawl of black ink. The slightly shaky cursive tattoo was his newest 'gift' from his step-mother. What a generous woman... She always loved to give him little presents of pain, to satisfy that sick sadism her always say lurking in her leering eyes. The boy who was far to old for his age, let out a slow sigh.

Looking up he marveled at the lazy clouds. They seemed just like the other kids his age. Always cheerful, floating about in the endless blue sky, gilded by sunlight and forever out of reach. With a frown, he moved to sit up fully now. His eyes were two storms of dark shadows, making the shade that was draped over him seem as flimsy and sweet as the cotton candy they were ripping kids off with.  

Getting up on his feet, the lanky and yet oddly graceful boy moved down those steel steps.

[indent]"Show me your smiles and I'll show you my agony,
[indent]Give me your tears, I'll drink them like wine.[/indent]
Tell me you've suffered, and I'll finally laugh.
[indent]This is the truth in life:[/indent]

[indent]To live is to suffer.

[indent]To love is to hurt.[/indent]

[indent]To speak truth is to be branded a liar.

[indent][indent][indent]This is life.[/indent][/indent][/indent]

And She is cruel."[/indent][/indent][/indent]

He stopped at the bottom and looked up. It was so bright out it hurt his eyes. Narrowing his eyes, he pushed his hands into his pockets. Very well. Might as well walk to get a closer look at everything. Otherwise showing up today would be for naught. Food was the best place to start. Perhaps he'd get peckish had be able to use the money he had gotten from help the old lady in the trailer park. He'd prefer getting new shoes, since the ones he was able to wear were made for winter, but food was necessary too. Though most days he had to skip a meal or two. Better to eat here and now, than get the scraps of whatever takeout would be left around the scrap of metal he was forced to call a home. Off to the food stalls then. He leisurely strolled through the mass towards the scent of over priced carnival food.