[center][h1][color=FFC0CB]Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Saying bye to Golden Ebony [@mskennedy615], and talking to Blakey Boy [@MechonRaptor], and Butterfly (Maeve) [@TheIrishJJ]
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"Sure, sure!" the willowy girl waved to Ebony, "We'll catch ya' on the flip! Get somethin' to fill your tum! See ya 'round!"

Poetry wiggled her shoulders this way and that, as if trying hard to keep from dancing. She shook out her wild wavy blonde hair with a grin. So it did seem that this new fluttering butterfly was new to town. Awesome 'possum. New blood was always good for the town. She did a little spin and wiggled her head a bit to let that pale blonde hair fall over her shoulders. It was so pretty in the light, she just couldn't help herself. 
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The girl actually looked sort of like her, now that she was getting a good look. But then again Poetry's nose was a bit more upturned and the Butterfly's face was delicately slender. Not to mention the difference in both of their coloring. Must just be in her mind's eye. All humans were practically cousins anyway, just very faintly. Well, it was groovy anyway. 

[colour=630460]"I think so, thanks. Conan and Tadhg just abandoned me, can you believe that!?"[/colour]

"No lyin'?!" she empathetically shook her head, irritated on Meave's behalf, "What cheese-weasels... That's totally bouge of them to blow you off like that! Too rude!" The groovy gal stood still finally with her hands on her slender hips. Her billowing off white blouse fluttered like wings and she shook her head, like an irritated angel disappointed in her mortal charge. "I'd get somethin' super yummy and then refuse to share~" she giggled deviously and threaded finger through her hair, delicate fingers playing with tendrils of silver-gold in the sunlight.

"Well, late greetings and welcome ta' town, Meave, My Mellow~" she grinned up at the red haired girl, humming a bit as she talked, "I'm Poetry Sundance~ Home schooled from the get go~ Riding this new wave to catch the high school cool flow~" She laughed, probably catching on that the other girl might get confused by her strange way of talking, like most she met did.

"Meaning, meaning~" she tapped her finger with her nose, "I'm new to schoolin' with others too. So you can hang with me anytime, Sunshine~" The girl winked and did a light and graceful spin, with a playful pose at the end. She laughed brightly and did the wave with her arms. 

"Yo, munchin' sounds good to me!" Poetry beamed, "We could all share an elephant ear or somethin' good like that! Nothin' makes this girl happier than a full belly, don't cha' know~" She clapped her hands once and then held them up, as if to stop that thought.

"Rewrite!" she shouted, "Scratch that! You guys wanna' ride the wheel first?" She wiggled her eyebrows with a grin, jabbing her thumb at the ferris wheel. 

 
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[h1][color=gray]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Stalls of food
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Not at body
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Oberon was lazily walking about, the sun bearing down on him. A figure in almost all black for this crowd wasn't as unique as it usually was in town. A lot of kids his age wore black, to be fashionable, to hide or to just appear intimidating. Black jeans, black sweats, flannel shirts to look edgy... It was kind of tiring to look at. Who bought high-end flannel? It was merely flannel. To pay more than twenty dollars for it was completely  ludicrous.

Ambling about food stalls, he didn't see much of anything he wanted. Which was good for his pockets. Not so good for his health. Eating breakfast was important... Good thing public school had plans for 'kids without means' like him. Running his finger through his thick dark hair, he tilted his head to the side. 

"Absurd," the single word slipped from his lips like a ribbon of darkness stolen from a night in the city. He didn't have nothing. He had close to nothing, but not just a flat out rate [i]of[/i] 'nothing'. He tutored other kids, both his age and younger, and did odd jobs to eat well enough. And Oberon bought all his own books (Amazon, second hand stores, and thrift-searching), clothes (Goodwill, Salvation Army, and thrift bought) and could cough up enough money to go on school trips. His pride, though bruised and little, refused to be looked down upon. 

They were selling some sort of meat on a stick. Teriyaki chicken. Good enough. He wasn't that hungry anyway. Paying the vendor, he bit into it and was assaulted with flavor. It was strange and savory yet sweet and it was so tasty he almost cried. Almost. Hungrily he feasted on it, eating rather out of view of others. It just tasted so good. Who knew such a good thing could exist!