[center][color=fff79a]☆[/color] [b]the park played the same songs[/b] [color=fff79a]☆[/color]
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with the leaves[b] [color=fff79a]whispering[/color][/b] loneliness
the metal [b][color=fff79a]rungs[/color][/b] of the swing set
singing a song of [b][color=fff79a]solitude[/color][/b]

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[b]"What's your name?"[/b]
[i]"What's it to you?"[/i]
[color=fff79a]Let's make a place to belong.[/color][/center]
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[center][h3]Scully "[color=fff79a]Babyface[/color]" Vagabond[/h3][/center]
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A soft chill passed over the town, the mid-noon surprisingly quiet. Birds called to each other in the cloudless sky, the surrounding neighborhood silent, people at their respective schools or work. All except one- a small boy who walked through the streets with his bag over his back, his mouth wrapped and nibbling on a chocolate bar. 

Babyface reached the park in short time, instantly making his way to the empty swings. The chains rang against one another as a small gust of wind blew, the dark haired boy dropping his bag beside the set and finishing with a tired slump into the seat. He winced, his thigh hurting something nasty, the wince causing another wince when he affected the bruising cut underneath his left eye. It was small, and wouldn't scar, but warranted enough pain that Babyface thought he deserved a break. 

It was only a few weeks into the school year, and Babyface already skipped three days, his sneakers kicking into the wood chips as he slowly swung back and forth, continuing to nibble on his chocolate bar. "[b][color=Fff79a]I should've gone to school today,[/color][/b]" he said to no one as the crisp autumn air blew wistfully past his freckles.