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    Ellie stepped out of her little white home, blue eyes wide with excitement. Today she would go to the park where mommy used to take her. If it seemed strange that a little girl lived alone, clearly some facts were missing. One, she had parents. They simply abandoned her after discovering her conjuring ability. And two, eith that ability, she could have anything she pleased at blink of an eye. That is why she, a little six year old was dressed in a little pink dress and diamond earrings to go to the park. It wasn't everyday she got to leave the house.


    Once she had safely made it to the little park, Ellie proceeded to climb onto the monkey bars and sit there, blue eyes gazing down on everyone who passed by. This city was a strange one, but it was filled with even stranger people.

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    ★★★ Stuart was a weird looking person, to say the least.


    He was super tall - his legs were around fifty seven percent of his body - and he had multiple bags under his pure black and buggy eyes. He had bright blue hair, missing front teeth, and bruises all over his body. He looked strange, and no one really wanted to be by him because of his looks. But that was okay with Stuart, he was okay with being alone.


    But seeing Ellie, it made him concerned.


    The male made his way over, eyes huge like normal. "Uhm, yew okay dere?" He called, craning his neck. "Yew need 'elp or somefink?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Stagkit, being around Elliekit's age, was also a young boy. Kind of timeless in his looks though. His skin was a chocolate brown, but his hair was flaming ginger. He rubbed his blue eyes, whining in discomfort. He stumbled forwards, until he came to one of those stairs, which he tripped up, and then proceeded to peer at the top of a platform which the whole playground structure sat upon, soft fingers gripping at the edges as if he was going to fall down.

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    Gorsekit wasn't far behind Stagkit. He was a tan boy with shaggy brown hair. He looked much like his brother, minus the hair color. He skipped onto the stairs, and then he dashed over to Stagkit, attempting to put a hand on his orange hair as he passed. "Come on, Tags!" He said, and then he ran to the large structure, soon spotting Ellie, in a dress, on the playground equipment. Gorsekit stopped on the woodchips, watching as Stuart walked up to Ellie. Gorsekit grinned, and he walked up to the monkey bars, climbing up the ladder-like steps. Once he got to the top, Gorsekit threw both of his arms up, and he clung onto the first bar, slowly swinging his way across until he reached Ellie. Then, he just hung there. "Hey, Ellie!" Gorsekit said in a rather strained voice. He looked up as much as he could.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tags reeled at his brother's touch, then shrugged, and ran along with him. "Hey!" he yelled, running and just leaping down the steps because he was too lazy to take the monkey bars. "Wait for me!" He bounded across the woodchips, sending them flying until he reached the structure where Elliekit and his brother were hanging out at. He panted a little, but all was fine due to him being a hyperactive child. He shyly waved to Ellie, holding both hands behind his back in a nervously polite manner. She was cute.

    [align=center][color=transparent] #feelinged [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]Erin was doing what she did best, sitting in the shade, writing a paper for her political science class, as well as pondering problems from econ 102. The slim dark haired girl was a college junior, one year after this... she could do it! She really could. Then she'd go onto law school... if she could, money, money was always the big issue. Looking up from her pen and paper she watched the children, a half smile spreading over her face. Children were really cute... from a distance. And since she wasn't supposed to be watching them it was even better!

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    As a strange man walked up to her, Ellie cringed slightly. He looked....strange. I'm alright, mister. The small girl assured, smiling politely. When Tags walked up, she waved at him, noticing his brother followed. Ah,yes. The one who called her Little Berry. Hello! Ellie chirped, hopping down to the ground with a soft thud. She was fine, of course, she even landed feet-first.


    Both of the boys were a great deal bigger than her, despite the common age. She was at least two inches shorter, and was as thin as a stick. Ellie liked to think of herself as delicate, though a better word was fragile. With such little bones, snow white skin, and an overall small, slightly sickly demeanor, it was a miracle she was doing so well by herself. What are you guys doing?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: .5px;][justify][font=HP simplified][size=10]Gorsekit watched as the delicate girl dropped back onto solid ground. He let out a soft puff, pulling himself up higher so he could hang onto the bar with his armpits. As he rested there above, he looked down at Ellie and Tags. "Oh, nothing." Gorsekit replied, swinging his legs back and forth. "Wanna play a game?" The boy offered, glancing towards Stuart. He looked like he was much older than all three of them, but that was okay. He looked a little creepy, but the more players, the better.


    "You can play, too if you want." Gorsekit offered warily. As he moved his head back, he could feel himself slipping. He gasped softly, and before he knew it, he fell onto the woodchips, on his back. He lay there, shocked at first, but then he started to laugh, and he rolled onto his belly, pushing himself back onto his feet. He tried brushing his clothes off, but he missed some chips. "What should we play?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Stagkit was drifting off a little, staring at Elliekit like he was zoned out. He was, and only the ungracefulness of his brother brought him back to life. He jumped, but smiled. If only he were brave (or energetic) enough to do those things. "Are you okay?" he asked, deciding to just sit down and slide off of the equipment, landing in the wood chips. Noticing some still stuck onto Gorsekit's back, he reached out and plucked some out, turning them over and over in his hands before tossing them away.


    "A game?" he echoed, rubbing his bright auburn curls with his hand. "Hm... okay. What game are we gonna play?" he asked, leaning against a pole and putting his hands behind his back, looking mildly interested. Anything Gorsekit wanted to play couldn't be all that boring, could it?

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    Running a hand through his hair, Jake entered the park after a stressful day at work to say the least. He immediately saw the younger children and a tall man beside them. For a second, he thought it was a bit strange, but then he shoke it off. That was a bit mean. On cue his stomach started rumbling, so the twenty five year old man made his way to a bench and took out a packet of crisps from his hype bag - because ain't nobody got time for those ordinary detective briefcases. He was too stylish for that. For God's sake, he even rolled up the end of his trousers and wore adidas trainer socks to work. He liked looking the instagram or tumblr part, okay? A smile inched its way across his lips as he watched the children play. It did feel a bit sad though, that he, a man in his twenties, was probably more hyper and worse reader than them. His grin faltered at the thought and he stuffed some crisps into his mouth.