~CAFE PARADISE~ Open and Accepting

[Pimpy x3]

Yuki nodded as she was being pushed towards the cafe, She limped inside, made her way to the back of the cafe, and sat down on the employee desk. On the desk it read "Janus Woody". Yuki giggled as she rested a bit and waited for Janus to arrive to tell him the good news. Yuki then thought about it and sighed softly as she lay her head on her arms. 'He wouldn't be excited, he'd be pissed off or something...' She thought as she fell asleep on the desk. She then waited for Janus' arrival, to at least tell him about her mother.

{XI Sorry guys this is my last post, I gotta go to bed b4 the 'rents wake up and take my computer away for a month, but I'll cya today afternoon or tonight, or whenever that is for you guys!! bye! MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF YOU!!!!<33333 IX}

[TheOnlyBean]

Clair came up to him as the girl walked toward the café, “Yes, Sage and I have a cat, her name’s Esmeralda and we were wondering if she could stay at the café.” She told him hoping he would say yes, after all Clair thought they needed a cat for the café, she thought it would be perfect. She watched as people entered and left the café she also hoped Mimi was paying attention to whatever she was cooking if she was cooking anything.

[kawaiicherub]

Cafe Owner
~Verum RenGhua~




Verum laughed jovially. "Sure, we could use a cat! But under one condition. You let Ritku stay at your place for a few days. Poor kid hasn't found him a home yet. He's still sleeping in an alleyway like a bum. I don't want rumors to spread around saying I like to hire sewer rats. I'm looking to see if I can find him a sutiable and affordable place." He shrugged and looked at her with a sober expression, crossing his arms

"But it's up to you. Don't do it if you really don't want to. Just tell Sage I said no and if she keeps letting it crawl around in the dining area and kitchen I will take it to an animal shelter or if she wants, she can have a pay-cut instead of the animal shelter choice." He sighed and scratched his head, frowning. "I know I must sound like a total b*****d to you so if you'll hurry and make your decision I'll leave you alone."

[Adrian Seidelman]

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Currently shutting down.

SexySupervillain Moment

SexyIt was time for another day at Roufas' so called 'dream job'. Sure it may have been someone's dream job, and he most definitely knew that it was his fathers dream job for him. But as for Roufas it wasn't his dream job. In fact his job wasn't even in his fallback jobs. The job he had was the last thing he wanted for himself, even if it was perfect for his type. Oh and for those who do not know what Roufas' type was. It was quite simplistic really. He was the accounting type. You know those prudish, proper, down-to-the-every-detail types. He had his day planed out to the best of his abilities, from the time he woke up, to the time he went to bed. But don't blame him for it, he never actually chose to be this way, it was just how his father had raised him. After all his father wanted him to be a successful businessman like himself. So it was all private tutors, no need for friends, and discipline whenever he did something his father didn't want him to do. Heck his father taught him how to process stock options before learning how to ride a bike. The kid was a millionaire by the time he was thirteen, and he hated every moment of it. The only comfort he ever got growing up were his books and his art. Those were his friends, sad as it may seem, but at least they kept him slightly in tune with feelings, even if he couldn't always portray them, well it was extremely once in a blue moon rare for him to show actual feelings, but that is a story for another day.

SexyOn the superhero complex. For as long as Roufas could remember he had always been into the hero motif, whether they be your classic hero's like batman and superman where they work pretty much alone, to the unusual like X-men, his favourite being Gambit, AKA: Remy Lebeau. Either way when he was a kid he tried to be a hero until his father shot him down, now it's just a slight drawing obsession, outside of architecture his favourite thing to draw is superhero's some completely lame like Underpants man, or something completely crazy and awesome like Hero. But we wont delve into Hero at the moment. Right now the superhero talk is about how Roufas got up in the morning. It is the superhero moment. This superhero moment is the only time that seems almost like a superhero, and pretty much everyone does it, even more-so now a days. To explain. The superhero moment is when all superhero's first start and get up in their secret identity. There is climatic music and the slow motion intensity, right down to the guy or girl putting on their boots and gloves. It's like a build up to the inevitable conclusion, it's where everything begins, and that was how Roufas' day always started. Or at least that would be how Roufas would want to start the day. In the sad truth of his mind, it was more like his getup was part of him joining the darkside, to become the supervillain as one would say.

SexyThe morning started out like any other before he had to go to work. He had woken up at precisely six am sharp, sliding out from beneath the covers before making his bed perfectly, not even so much of a wrinkle could be seen. With that he proceeded with his shower, quick and precise lasting only ten minutes, soap first and then the shampoo. Then it was back to his bedroom closet where he pulled out a suit for work, even his black shiny leather boots were in there. This would be the part where one would cue the dark sinister music. boxers and pants came on, then the shirt. With every piece of garment that went on the music would spike to a climatic moment before proceeding. The white dress shirt, the black pants were on, next came the tie, making sure that it was even and perfect before finally sitting down on his bed and bending over putting on one shoe and then the other, yet another climatic boom in the music. After that it was back to the bathroom as Roufas tied his hair into a low ponytail. The song comes to an end as the final piece is sewn, the glasses. There was his darkside, the part of him that he hated. The businessman, the man who has to be cold and calculating to the whole world. To be as his father wanted him to be and not who he was. This was his dark-side, the evil part of him that he wanted to escape. But that was when fear overtook him, and the fear always won.

SexyA Series of Unfortunate Events

SexyNow that the deed was done it was time for this man to go to work. So began his walk to work, and that was the start to his bad day. It was almost like any other walk to work, his hands shoved into his jacket pocket, his stoic gaze to the ground as he watched his feet, one foot after another. He was used to people pushing and shoving past him, but he just let it go, offering a simple apology before continuing on his way. The light said that pedestrians had the right of way, so he continued across the street, not paying attention to the vehicles passing by. The next thing he knew he heard a screeching sound, then the feeling of pain searing across his body as warm steel collided with him. Lucky for him however the car had slowed enough to not kill him, and well lucky enough to not cause any bones to be broken, though the pain still flowed through his veins as he laid on the hood of the car, eyes shut tightly, grimacing in pain before rolling off the hood of the car and onto the ground with a thud. He laid there momentarily, his mind blurred over as he could hear the mummers and cries for an ambulance. "I'm fine..." He muttered quietly, pushing himself up slowly despite the peoples protests. He didn't care, he needed to get to work as strange as that may sound he needed to be there. Using the hood of the car as a guide he pushed himself up to a slightly standing stance, his body falling into the car momentarily, a hand coming to his head as he tried to get the world to stop spinning.

SexyPeople who were watching him were probably thinking that he was insane from moving, but he had his reasons, reasons which people would not be able to understand. With that he left, those dulled lavender eyes looking straight ahead as he continued moving, trying best to ignore the pain that continued to grip at his body. But he was almost at work, and that would at least give him a moderate chance to relax. Looking at his watch he sighed heavily, late, Mr. Rikker was not going to like this, not one bit. Which meant yelling. How Roufas hated being yelled at. It was a few more minutes until he finally got to the office, heading inside he just waved an I.D. badge at the front desk clerk before heading into the elevator, hitting the button to his father's floor rather than his own floor, he leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, head tilted back, a pained groan escaping him. At least it was dieing away, the pain is what he meant, at least it was nothing serious, save for maybe a few bruised bones, but he could live with that. Hearing the bell ding he opened those lavender eyes slowly and stood up straight, fixing his suit up as he headed out to the main room where a secretary was. He was let inside quickly, knowing very well what was going to happen. Oh and it did. As soon as he shut the door behind him the yelling started, and continued as Roufas came to be seated at the desk that his father was standing behind. What was he yelling about, a lot of things and well most of it is so vulgar most people would be crying and running out after the first minute. Oh but not Roufas he was resilient, for the most part of course, sitting there calmly, his eyes glazed over as his father yelled at him.

SexyIt couldn't wait any longer. Today he couldn't handle the yelling, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the yelling, his mind kept focusing on it, and listened to the words that were flying out of his father's mouth, his gaze slowly moved from nothing to his father. Today was the day that Roufas would snap, he could just feel all his pent up aggression starting to bubble and form and no matter how hard he tried to keep his usual calm demeanor he just couldn't. He was sick of tired of being yelled at for everything. In all honesty he was just plain tired. So standing up he didn't say anything at first. He tried to get his fathers attention, his voice soft and quiet asking for him to listen, each time getting louder and with more emotion in it until finally. The snapping point came, a few choice words flew from the man who was usually so calm and unemotional's mouth. Then the dreaded words came out, something he never intended to say and yet he said them and well after that he left the room and the building, stoic gaze intact as he left.

SexySafe Haven

SexyRoufaqas walked blindly, where he was going was unbeknownst to even himself, he just walked. That walk seemed like it took ages, days months years he didn't know. All he knew was that he was going somewhere that and he had to trust his feet into taking him there. He was walking fast, usually he kept a steady and even pace, but this walk was fast and quick, he dodged his way through the mass of people that were on the sidewalk, his gaze straight ahead of him, cold and hard, definitely not unemotional anymore. When his feet finally stopped he was in front of the cafe, his own little paradise. He looked up at the sign coldly before entering inside, going to his usual spot he flopped down on the chair, letting out a little huff as he did so. Glasses came off first as he tossed them onto the table, one hand coming to loosen his tie, while his other hand took his damp hair out of the dreaded ponytail. After that he took off his coat and slung it over the chair before looking out the window quietly. It was probably odd to see him here. Well at least like the way he was right now. No book, or laptop or his drawings. It was just him, where for the first time he showed up in a suit. The first time he portrayed emotion, although that passed moderately his gaze glazing over as he looked out at the mass of people, his mind far gone from thinking of what he wanted to order, if he indeed even wanted to order anything. Right now all he wanted was to sit there quietly, once again voiding himself of emotion, of course right now it was at the cost of actual thought, his just sat there quietly, calmly looking out the window, hands crossed across his chest that slowly rose and fell slowly, it barely even looking like he was breathing. He didn't even make a move when some strands of damp hair fell into his eyes.

[-OOC: Chapter book mode is finally up. I apologize for the lengthy post, and well the insanity...but it leads up to the introduction of my dear sweet seductive Charlie...Plus I got my superhero complex WOOT! Charlie's post comes tomorrow though as I am extremely tired at the moment. But tomorrow off WOOT!-]

A most beautiful face

But downright heartless

Angelic but evil, perplexing as a maze

Devastatingly beautiful yet utterly soulless.

[Angus Quatermain]

((D: I'm so behind. >.> Hope you folks don't mind, I'm going to triple post. ; ; If not, KC, just let me know and I'll delete them. ^^; ))




Ritku Junimba

Ritku decided to walk out into the dining area. Perhaps someone was in there from yesterday that would know more about his situation.... Instead of talking to anyone, though, he casually walked throughout the cafe, trying to listen in on conversations that had to do with yesterday. No such luck. But then...a girl.

She had just come in, and low and behold...she was clutching his jacket tightly. How did she get it?! He never let it out of his sight! And he would NEVER let anyone touch it, let alone wear it or have it! Who WAS this girl? Whoever it was, she angered Ritku enough for him to confront her directly. Holding out his hand, and with a slight scowl on his face, he asked, "Who are you and why do you have my jacket? Whatever the answer is, give it back. Now."

Ritku began to feel it when he got nearer to her. She was beautiful. She had a glow about her. He was suprised that he even began to think such thoughts! They were completely unlike him. This made no sense.... Did...something happen? What an annoyance all of this was....

[Angus Quatermain]

Jonathan Juddenmeir

JJ smiled, he knew what he was here for. Raiden wanted to get JJ out of the family. This was obviously another ploy of his. JJ had been nothing but kind, albeit odd, to Raiden. He could never figure out why his stepbrother hated him so much. "Well now, there. Ya'd like ta get rid o' me now, wouldn' ya? Well, sorry boyo. Yer stuck with meh. No' all tha bad, eh?"

JJ laughed and nudged Raiden in the arm. He then leaned back in the booth and started looking around the cafe. There sure were some beautiful girls here, no doubt about that....

[faberry]

{There's never anyone on when I'm on... cheese_whine }

[Adrian Seidelman]

[-There's some people on. Just trying to decide what to post next. Alright so it's just as far as I know...-]

[faberry]

{Yeah, I guess. Really long post you got there. xp }

[Adrian Seidelman]

[-haha sorry about that *blushes* I like writing so I tend to get carried away-]

[faberry]

{Eh. Whatever. I look forward to your ridiculous posts. You know, I think I'll make a post. Right now.}

[kawaiicherub]

[[2 of my characters are locked in conversation at the moment. I could use Janus but I was hoping Bean-chan would reply 2 Verum so that Janus didn't caught him. N Felicia's a brat. =p]]

[Adrian Seidelman]

[-*giggles* no worries Cherub<3
Daww!<3 thanks Cornland<3 I'm glad you like my posts it makes me feel all squishy inside when people don't mind my ridiculous posts-]

[kawaiicherub]

[[aw screw it, I wanna post n play! had a rough day at work n need to get some relaxation. ^A^]]

[faberry]

Rin's still here, so get used to it.

Rin leaned back in his chair, observing his work. As usual, he didn't think it was good enough; it was probably A+ quality, he just had low self-esteem. The cat's whiskers were uneven, her tail was too long, the pupils were to slitty, et cetera, et cetera. To the observer, it would look as if Rin was scowling at his paper. He didn't scowl, though, ever. He was simply looking at it with mild distain. And a slightly curved lip.

He picked up his cold coffee and sipped, eyeing the piece. He couldn't take a pen to it; an unseen force was stopping him. The door's welcome bell rang, and in stepped the man Rin had talked to yesterday. He'd never caught his name. He went to stand up, but that unseen force stopped him dead in his tracks. The man looked... well, Rin couldn't really describe the look. It seemed like a 'give me space, or I'll cut you' kind of look. Rin slowly lowered himself back into the seat. He sighed and resumed doodling.

That cat was starting to piss him off.

{Postage.}