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The Park, day, Part 1

“Go farther!” an obnoxious yell filled the tranquil air of Ward Nail Park
“I’m going, Jake! Shut up!” responded the younger one going far

The one called Jake wound up and threw the baseball, it landing right in the glove of the younger one. “Hahah!” he laughed and jumped

The younger one tried his hand and threw it back to Jake. It bounced four times.

“Hahah!” he snorted, “Jared, you faggot! Can’t even throw this far!”
“Shut up!” Jared responded
Jake snickered and picked up the ball. He wound up fully and threw as hard as he could.
But something was strange. His expression changed and “Yarrghhhrrrgg!” he let out an unintelligible guttural sound. “*(censored)*!” he bellowed, grabbing his shoulder.

Jared laughed at Jake, who was now in tears.

“Shut the *(censored)* up!”
“Make me!” Jared stuck out his tongue.

Jake dropped his glove where he stood and started charging for Jared. He wasn’t the fastest of runners, so Jared waited patiently for him in his ‘fighting’ stance. When Jake finally got to Jared, he grabbed him by the neck and wrestled him to the ground.

Obscenities and punches were thrown alike.

“Hey! Hey! Break it up, you two!” yelled a much more pleasant voice from the swing set area.

The two looked up from their entangled position, “Tony… *(censored)* off!” Jake screamed before punching Jared one more time.
“Jesus, you two are brothers! What are you doing?” Tony tried to get in between the two of them, but it only resulted in a punch to the side of the head.
He rubbed it and noticed the blood coming out of his nose. “Ow!” he yelled. He leaned over, his eyes watering, and whispered: “what’s wrong with you two?”

A hand pulled Tony away from the two fighting.

“You two imbeciles are to stop now.”

10.5/10, bonus for accurate depictions of both characters

The Park, day, Part 2

I wonder where he’s going… He looks so suspicious. Finally, some excitement! Thought the impeccably well dressed man who was following another, messily dressed, man.
His normally fleeting blue eyes were wholly focused on this man he was following, whoever it was. Once this lowborn does anything, I will slay him right then and there. he thought, though the validity of his slaying was questionable. He was, surprisingly, well trained in the way of the blade, but seeing that there was nary a sword in sight, there wasn’t much to be done.

He was lead into a park. God, look at all these filthy children… It’s abhorrent.

“...*(censored)* off!” He heard an obnoxious yell

What’s this? he changed his focus to two boys rolling around in the dirt, violently punching each other. Another young boy was making his way over to them. “Hey! Hey! Break it up you two!” yelled the third boy. He’s no match for them… Fool.

“Ow!” Hah! Knew it.

The well dressed man looked back to where his previous, dirty looking, target had been. He was nowhere to be seen. Shit. he thought I’ve lost him. He made an aggravated grunt and walked over to where the boys were fighting. He threw the one standing to the ground and picked up the other two.

“You two imbeciles are to stop now.”

“Who the *(censored)* are you?” asked the fatter of the two.
“I am Ser Rodrik, the youngest knight to the queen, and you two made me lose my target.”
“Yeah, so? Stop touching me, freak.”

He threw the two of them to the ground and stared at them with ice in his eyes. “Leave. Now.”

“Oh, *(censored)* of-” He punched the fatter one straight in the mouth. “Whah thh fuh?!” He spat out a tooth. “WHAT THE FUHK”

“Out. NOW.”

Question: Who was his target again? Was it Jason or somebody else?

The Park, day, Part 3

Clear blue skies, mid eighties. An unbefitting day to the heavy mood. The man stomped with a brisk pace. Blank eyes, blank soul. Past a bench. A man, well dressed, arrogantly sitting. He stands and follows. “Doesn’t know I know” thinks the man.

“Ward Nail Park” says the sign. Stomping. No destination. No sound. No feelings. Empty. “She’s… gone. I’m… gone. Everything is grey. Everything is useless. No one matters. Death is near.” Looks back, “Isn’t following me anymore. Good.”

“...*(censored)* off!” booms across the air. “Shitty kid.” the man thinks.

The man opens the door to a decrepit home. Slams shut. Trudges to kitchen and flings open the fridge. Two bottles, one empty. “Dammit… DAMMIT!” Glass litters the porcelain tile.

He feels nothing but rage. His mind empty save for one thought.

"Someone… Death is near.”

The Park, day, Part 4

“Yo yo yooooooo!”
“Shut up, Yellow.” a young man, black, responded.

“This how my dude Jason gonna say hi? I don’t think I’ve got nothing for shits like him.”
“Give me the stuff, dude. I need it.”
“You got the money?”
“Yes.”
“Ayyyy, I can always count on you, eh, Jason? How the game goin’?”
“What game?”
“The rap game, playa.”
“*(censored)* off.”

Jason took a small bag from Yellow’s hands and walked away.

Yellow turned to his friend, “What’s got him so pissed?”
“Dunno.”