((This isn't a topic where any of my characters are going to pick anyone up, I just like the sound of that title :3))
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Akira wound in and out of the booths and crowds. The festival was growing very crowded VERY fast. It was surprising to him that he had even come, generally he avoided parties. Too many chances for a fight, or another form of aggravation that could lead to an outburst. Ah well, perhaps he could find some form of enjoyment out of a booth or a new friend. Only time would tell.
He wasn't really "dressed up" but he wasn't completely casual either. He was in a pair of blue jeans with a white button up shirt unbuttoned to reveal a black undershirt with a black leather jacket on. His purple hair was a mess as usual, he almost never slicked it back with hair gel, or even bothered to try and do anything other than brush it for that matter. But he wasn't really concerened with his looks, if he ever met a girl he truly loved, his looks shouldn't matter if she loved him back.
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Ela sat at a table about 20 feet from the booths and main crowds, she watched the people walk in and out, hand in hand or with a group of friends. She sighed, wishing she could be one of them, but she wasn't one for group outings. She wasn't sure if or when Ata was going to show up, they hadn't really discussed the festival in depth and she was fairly certain Ata thought she wasn't going. She shivered a little, the cold wind went right through her black cardigan and thin crimson dress that reached to the top of her knees.
Note to self: Summer dresses, are for SUMMER she thought and wrapped her skinny arms around herself.
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Akira wound in and out of the booths and crowds. The festival was growing very crowded VERY fast. It was surprising to him that he had even come, generally he avoided parties. Too many chances for a fight, or another form of aggravation that could lead to an outburst. Ah well, perhaps he could find some form of enjoyment out of a booth or a new friend. Only time would tell.
He wasn't really "dressed up" but he wasn't completely casual either. He was in a pair of blue jeans with a white button up shirt unbuttoned to reveal a black undershirt with a black leather jacket on. His purple hair was a mess as usual, he almost never slicked it back with hair gel, or even bothered to try and do anything other than brush it for that matter. But he wasn't really concerened with his looks, if he ever met a girl he truly loved, his looks shouldn't matter if she loved him back.
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Ela sat at a table about 20 feet from the booths and main crowds, she watched the people walk in and out, hand in hand or with a group of friends. She sighed, wishing she could be one of them, but she wasn't one for group outings. She wasn't sure if or when Ata was going to show up, they hadn't really discussed the festival in depth and she was fairly certain Ata thought she wasn't going. She shivered a little, the cold wind went right through her black cardigan and thin crimson dress that reached to the top of her knees.
Note to self: Summer dresses, are for SUMMER she thought and wrapped her skinny arms around herself.
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