[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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Wildchild nodded at the other Scully's response, kicking his legs back and fourth as he got into the rhythm of swinging, and he allowed a comfortable silence to fill the air. For the first time in a while, Wildchild felt extremely calm. It was his first time speaking so casually to a complete stranger, his first time feeling extremely welcomed to talk to this person. So many firsts, it felt kind of poetic, and he softly smiled at the swirling scenery around and the sky filled with clouds and birds. The silence soon grew suffocating, though, and Wildchild slowed his swing and turned back to the other, curiosity growing in his eyes,

"[color=9e0b0f]So, where do you go to school?[/color]" He dug his feet into the wood chips, pointing in the direction that where he came from, "[color=9e0b0f]I go to Jefferson Memorial up that way. It's pretty small for a middle school, and I'm pretty sure you don't go there.[/color]" A sudden gust of wind stops any other thought he wishes to utter mid-sentence, and his bangs wag furiously as the fall breeze passes with the ferocity of a roar. Leaves tumbled through the air like clouds, billowing off the park trees and coating the greenery and playground in yellows and reds and oranges. Wildchild pulled his hoodie over his head, over exaggerating a shiver as his eyes gazed across nature's majesty with growing curiosity.

[i][color=9e0b0f]I wonder what the rest of this part of town is like.[/color][/i]

He stepped off from the swing, gazing across the playground to the road and houses and trees beyond. He then turned to the other Sully, nodding towards the street with a small smirk,

"[color=9e0b0f]Hey, let's go walking. Know any cool places to hang?[/color]"