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[color=#0054a6][u][i][b]Location: Carnival
Interaction[/b][/i][/u]: [@Apoalo] [/color]

[color=silver] Vincent whistled to himself, one headphone in, blasting [i]Donda[/i] at a volume so loud it would probably make him go deaf by age 30. He bought himself a fresh apple and some black coffee to wash it down, looking around the Carnival at all the familiar and strange faces. He had a smirk on his face as he bit his apple, seeing a big group on the Lacrosse field, made up of a bunch of the boys from Lacrosse, as well as Maria, Marco, Ruby...even Frenchie was around, who had had the misfortune of being placed in the same homeroom class as Vincent. Well- misfortune for Landon, because personally, Vincent couldn't [i]wait[/i] to annoy him with every single chance he got. Mornings were about to get a lot more fun, for once.

There was also the issue of Lydia, who was nowhere to be seen, and hadn't really spoken to him since last Friday. They had broken up, again...at least he thinks they did. Vincent could never really tell where he was when it came to Lydia, and neither did anyone else- their relationship status was a bigger mystery than the Roanoke colony disappearance. In any case, he didn't feel like untangling that mess at the moment, and wasn't even sure if the girl made it to class, given her insane schedule, so there wasn't much to worry about.

His attention quickly drifted to the bleachers, where his secret neighbor was strumming out a song on his guitar. Vince probably missed Riley in the morning during the effort of hiding Mia's new haircut from Diane, and he hadn't had much time to say anything to anyone during his short attendance of homeroom, so it felt like a nice opportunity to shoot the shit with his friend.[/color]

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"Oi, Riles."[/color] [color=silver]Vincent called out to his friend as he went up the bleachers, throwing his apple up in the air and catching it before it fell back on his hand [/color][color=#0054a6]"It's not even 8 yet. Bit early to work on your next big masterpiece, ain't it?"[/color]  [color=silver]He grinned at his friend as he took a seat, making himself comfortable and giving the apple another bite.[/color]