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[color=DarkSlateGray][h1][i]Aya Kagamine[/i][/h1][/color][hr][hr][b]• Proceeding to Shiny Park •[/b][hr][hr][/center]
With the morning sun creeping through the wooden blinds and beaming at Aya's eyelids, the woman woke up from her well deserved slumber, not exactly in the best way she had hoped the night before. After reaching for her phone and poking at it, the time displayed on the slightly cracked screen made Aya sigh. She was hoping her mental alarm clock would kick in on this special day, just like every other day (surprisingly), but it seemed that on this special day it hadn't. Springing out of bed, Aya delved her hand into the large wooden crate in the corner of her room, rummaging around for a second or two. Then, out came a dark red wool beret, along with a confused face expression from Aya.

[color=DarkSlateGray][b]"Wool… A sweaty morning in the park it is, then."[/b][/color]

It was a bold, heavy hat, so a bold, heavy coloured outfit would have to do for today.

After brushing her messy hair which accurately resembled her current life in a nutshell, Aya shuffled through her apartment door and into the outside world. Fresh air and some actual space would be fitting for a day off like this.

No one was going to ruin Aya's day off.

Donning a loose beige top, a deep red skirt and some brown boots and black leggings, Aya's morning stroll in Shiny Park began. She continuously adjusted her red wool beret as she walked, whilst also taking in the surroundings she'd seen many times over. The quaint feel and the light breeze would set Aya's messy mind at ease for this peaceful day off.

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Hands full with hurrying days,
Mind cleared of drifting days,
Eyes red nowadays,
Sight gone black tomorrow.
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Another small poem emerging from Aya's subconscious as she walked. Her pace seemed to be much slower than before, and she found herself tripping over air (as well as someone's dog one time) more often than normal. Maybe it was time to take a seat on a bench instead. Reaching into her satchel, she grabbed her newly bought notebook and began to write. Simply just those same words she had conjured up during her morning stroll. Aya let the sounds of the barking dogs and the panicking owners and the whooshing frisbees and the shaking trees shy away from the flourishing words taking control of her mind. 

It was then when Aya began to feel her wool beret increasing the amount of sweat on her forehead, as the sun's rays where shining down brighter than ever. The woman had pinned her long side fringe to the side this morning to prevent such things from happening, but it seemed her autumn season outfit hadn't been the greatest idea on this hot summer's day. Aya decided to literally deal with it, though. She never betrayed her not so fair choice of hats.

A few minutes later, a flock of pigeons came rushing in after a little girl had sadly dropped her egg sandwich on the grass nearby. First five, then ten, then twenty, then soon Aya could count about thirty-five pigeons pecking after the eggy bread. It wouldn't take long for Aya's childish instincts to come out and play, especially with the thirty-something pigeons beginning to grow even more for just one piece of bread. Well, technically two.

[b][color=DarkSlateGray][i]Score.[/i][/color][/b]

She made no sound placing her notebook and pen back into her pocket, nor did she make any sound approaching this bird bonanza. She crept forward and stayed silent, waiting for the right moment to finally do it. Then, breaking into a sprint, she parted the party of pigeons and watched as they flapped their wing off into the sky. One of them had actually collided with her nose, and another one had missed dropping a poop on Aya by an inch, giving a whole new image to the saying, 'scaring the crap out of someone'. She would've been pretty pissed off if one had the decency to crap on her new beige top, but nevertheless, chasing pigeons away from an unprotected egg sandwich never got old. And it would never get old no matter how old Aya got.

She just hoped that nobody had laid their eyes on her after her little intrusion of a pigeon's brunch.