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He couldn't help it; the nights had this sort of effect on him. Even in the rush of the city, bright lights keeping the streets alive, the night made him restless. Made him hungry for some escape. The small apartment he reeked of booze and as always it suffocated him in the darkness. Isa Baines walked down the old wooden steps with his hands in his jacket pockets, ear buds basically glued to his ears. The music slammed into his ears blocking out the sound of his own sneakers on the ground. When he stepped from the building they spared him the sounds of the city, leaving him with sweet vocals to sooth his mind.

It was a long walk out of the worst of the city but the teen wanted away from the tall buildings and bright lights. He wanted freedom from the racing cars and the weight of memories. Once he thought he was far enough he pulled a pack of Newports from his jacket pocket, putting one between chapped lips with a sigh of relief. The lighter was next as he turned into the large park- his destination. This late at night it was abandoned and to the teen it felt like a safe heaven. He pulled on the end of the cigarette, breathing in smoke and holding it heavy in his lungs.

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Isa just stand just out of reach of his flailing with his arms crossed wearing mostly dark clothing, the only thing colorful about him is his hair and eyes. He rolls his eyes and yells over music that people are staring.

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