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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival - Ferris Wheel
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Saying bye to Golden Ebony [@mskennedy615], and talking to Blakey Boy [@MechonRaptor], and Butterfly (Maeve) [@TheIrishJJ]
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"It's all slamtastic, my sunshiney butterfly," Poetry laughed lightly at the other girl's amusement in her fancy for nicknames. It was something she usually did for everyone. However it did take time to find the right kind of little name-tack nickname to give to someone. It was either bang at the get-go, or it was nice and slow. Sort of like the difference in juice and wine. 

Watching Blake's face change into something that looked like curiosity over the food titled elephant ear, Poetry grinned. "It's a pastry the size of an elephant's ear covered in powdered sugar and all things sweet~" she hummed, as if to herself, "A cousin to the funnel cake, it's downright one delectable treat~ But let's try the biggest wheel of them all~ Why ridin' on it will make you feel a hundred feet tall~" The pale girl motioned for them to follow her and she led the way to the ferris wheel. She playfully measured both Blake and Meave and grinned. "Though I think you both are just the perfect size~ If being groovy were a carnival game, you'd both would win a prize~!"

Blakey Boy insisted on paying and Poetry waved such a thing off with a bright smile. "You're just too generous, Ace~" she practically sang, "It'll make the butterfly blush~ But if you insist, why lead the way Oh Prince, Oh Crush~!" She snapped her fingers and pointed them at the other two with a wink. Getting in line for the wheel, she beamed when it stopped and got to them.

"Let's fly high, dovies~" she cheered, pumping a fist and plopping right onto the seat.
 
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[h1][color=gray]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Stalls of food
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: [@sakurasan] Abbie
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Hungrily feasting until he was sure there wasn't an ounce of the meal left, he licked his lips and looked up. A familiar person was walking his way. Well, more familiar than most. Almost everyone would become familiar to him, it was just the small detail of whether he had talked to them or not that set them all apart from one group or the other.

Abbie was in the group of people he had conversed with at one point in time or the other. Not often. And not socially. Just as her tutor in math, though she didn't respond to the teaching as much as he would have liked. Either way, she was a kind person and generous with her loyalty to a fault. And Oberon could respect something like that. Loyalty was a hard thing to find in people, especially people their age.

But his features remained unreadable and calm, like always. The cut on his forehead was hidden by long dark hair and the bruises were hidden with shadows from the stands. Not to mention his long dark clothes helped hide any flaw that the curious teen eye might find. And Abbie was one of the people their age who was surprisingly observant. Which made it rather dangerous for him to interact with her too much. He wouldn't want to drag her into anything unsavory. She was too kind and generous to get into all of his mess.

"Hello," his deep smooth voice said words with a luxuriously slow speed, pronouncing everything quiet carefully, as if afraid to mess up, "Abbie..." He looked down at his clothes when she mentioned them, then his dark deep eyes looked up to capture her own. "Thank you very much," he let a ghost of a smile tug on the corners of his full lips, looking down at her with something almost akin to gentleness, "You look lively and sparkling with energy as usual..." High praise from someone who was the complete opposite and usually got worn out with high energy people.

"There is nothing much that is up," his smile faded back into that calm and expressionless look of his, "How are you enjoy the carnival?"