sanitas ιsland || ғantasy нarvest мoon || (accepting)

[ForumQueens]

[Moist Owlette]

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💦NOBODY
💦OUTFIT
💦JOURNAL



Seren awoke early in the morning beneath the waves. She had fallen asleep inside her grotto that could be found nestled not too far from her home on land within the side of the island. She opened her red and black eyes to light pouring into the cavern from a nearby hole that lead to the surface. She was surrounded by various objects of a variety of worth. She had objects ranging from something as useless as an old fork that boasted it's origins from someplace called ' The Grand Canyon ' to something as valuable as a black pearl. The grotto was in disarray, however, due to the sheer amount of objects that she had collected in her lifetime since arriving at the island when she turned 18. Every object had a story and many held precious memories for the mermaid. Seren stretched and swam lazily out of her cavernous home into what looked like a small lawn. Or at least what you could try calling a lawn. Seren's fiance, before his death, had fashioned the entrance with fence pieces he took from a farmer on the island and replanted kelp and corals around it for effect. It was crude, but he had adored the idea of a fenced home.

Seren ignored the lawn as she swam up to the surface near one of the two beaches the island had. Her breathing became more difficult as she made sure to take long, slow breaths to keep herself from panicking. "You will not suffocate on land as a mermaid," she repeated to herself softly as she swam sleepily towards the shore. When she arrived, she pulled herself across the sand until her whole body was sitting on the irritating surface. "I hate sand. What a bother it can be when you are not submerged," she huffed as red eyes glanced around. Nobody was around. That was good considering that when she changed forms she was often naked. Quickly, before somebody could come and see, she shifted her form to that of a human. Her long fin shrunk a bit as it melted away like water to reveal human legs considerably shorter than her tail. Her mermaid form slipped away to reveal a tall, blonde dynamo of a woman as she scrambled quickly to her feet. Seren managed to get to her nearby home quickly despite her constant tripping in the sand to shower and get ready for her day on land.

Seren emerged from her home fresh and ready for the day. She felt rather inspired today so she carried beneath her arm a sketchbook as she headed towards the local restaurant to grab herself something for lunch. Her stomach rumbled various complaints about how long it had gone without food as she hushed it with a smile. "Food is on the way," she chimed to herself as she arrived and seated herself. She didn't bother looking at a menu since she rarely changed her orders for lunch and instead opened her sketchbook while taking the pencil and eraser from the small pouch that dangled from the wire rings. The book was filled with various designs of various things. Rings, dresses, necklaces, earrings, and even a few bracelets although those were always her least favorite item to make. She tapped her pencil against her lips as she formed the picture in her head into something she could draw onto the paper. "Oh, how aggravating this is," she sighed as she let the pencil fall to the table. "I can see it in my head, but how am I to translate it to the page?" The mermaid huffed as she tapped her fingers against her cheek with her chin resting in her palm propped up by an elbow on the table. "Where the heck is that stupid waiter?" she said, her irritation peaking as she scanned the room for them.







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ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ (Restuarant) ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴＳ (Another Artist?) ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹ (Seren) ＯＵＴＦＩＴ (Outfit)

The artist carried a pole like pack on her pack multiple poster size papers jutting out from the top. She turned back around giving the inn she'd moved into one more look before walking away to explore the island. It was Blake's first day arriving on the island. She'd just got there the night before, so she wasn't really able to see what it really looked like. She was happy to see how green and beautiful it was. She smiled slightly as she walked. A satchel on her hip, she turned still walking as she dug through the old run down leather bag. She'd had it for awhile now, maybe she would find something new to hold her supplies on the island. Pulling out a sketchpad and charcoal pencil, she began to roughly sketch her surroundings letting her eyes wander from area to area. She really wasn't capturing anything in particular, just the general flora and fauna of the island.

After finding herself at the beach, she stopped slipping off her shoes and stepping into the sand. Sitting down, she looked out at the sea and flipped to the next page of her sketchpad. Digging into her bag again, she found her chalks and began to draw the waves crashing up against the shore with the sands being washed up and away. After a bit, she stopped looking to the sky. She'd learned over the years that one could tell what time it was by the sun's position. It looked about to be about lunchtime. She really wasn't feeling hungry at the moment, but she'd rather eat now, so she would be able to draw and paint more afterward. Packing up all her art, she stood and slipped on her shoes. Blake wasn't exactly sure of what they served around the island, but hopefully they had food that she'd be able to eat.

Going back to her wandering, she finally started to see a few stores coming into view. It wasn't that she was shy, Blake was just kind of preparing herself for how people might react or treat her. Wearing her dark washed skinny jeans, long-sleeved white shirt, vest, tie, and black combat-like boots, she couldn't imagine many people looking like herself. But, then again, she was from out of town. Coming up on a restaurant, she paused reading the sign before entering. Finding herself a seat, she let her eyes wander taking in her surroundings. It seemed nice enough. Nicer than most the places she could afford now days. Hopefully she'd be able to make a better living here than she had in the big city. Because she hadn't been a big name artist, not many had wanted to buy her art. There were a stray few, but it was never worth as much to them as it was to her.

She could have used her powers to attract people, but she didn't really believe in showboating. She wanted people to buy her art, not her magical talent. Setting her poster bag and satchel next to her, she began to browse through the restaurant menu. She had to make sure to let the chef know not to cook her anything with nuts in it including the oil. Not that she liked the greasy stuff anyway. Cherry soda was a must. Blake wasn't much for coffee, but she could live off of the red stuff. The caffeine the sugar. She just loved it all. Setting down her menu, she dug out a small notebook and pen setting it on the table. She could usually just point things out, but she would have to let him know about her allergy for sure. Blake looked at the table silent in thought waiting for someone to stop by and take her order.

Hearing the door swing open, she turned her head back to see a long blonde haired woman enter into the restaurant and sit a few tables away from her. Noticing her sketchpad, she fought be the urge to simply go and sit with her. Because she couldn't speak, and she wasn't a fan of writing out what she wanted to say to people, she would often take charge and simply gain attention if she really needed it. Now, if it worked every time, that was another story. She seemed a bit upset. Maybe she was very hungry. Blake knew the feeling of that. She'd felt that many years ago when she lived on the streets. Grabbing her bags and art supplies, she slipped out of the booth and walked over to Seren sitting down across from her. Hopefully she wouldn't mind. Blake looked to her sketchpad and then pulled out her own showing her the sketches of different flowers and buildings from many countries and cities.



Moist Owlette


OOC: Hope she doesn't mind a random artist plopping down to...not chat XD
Working on cleaning up the layout a bit ^^

[DevilishBuns]

███ ` LOCAL BAKER
Outfit| Bakery- in the kitchen| N/A | Happy, Content

Noel brushed his hand against the foggy mirror, clearing out a portion of it so that he could see his form in it. The baker had just finished showering, his newly bleached hair stuck to his face, and he had a mouth full of foam while a blue toothbrush stuck out from the right side of his face. There was still a strong urge to yawn that the male fought against as he quickly finished brushing his teeth, and rinsing the toothpaste from his mouth. Noel gave the mirror a toothy grin once done brushing, then quickly switched the a weird grumpy face, then stuck his tongue out at the mirror, and made various other random faces to amuse himself in the moment.

After getting dressed for work Noel rode his bike the long way to work, which involved cutting through town square, though cutting through a few yards would of gotten him there quicker; it was much more enjoyable to ride for a short time. At the front of the shop Noel liked his bike, not that he believed anyone would steal it in this place, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Inside Noel fired up the ovens, it was starting to get warm enough outside that soon it would be impossible to have all the ovens on without cracking a door or window open. With the ovens heating up Noel began kneading the dough he had prepared the night before, and that had now properly risen to make perfect bread.Noel made several variations of bread, placed them all into molds, and threw them in the oven to bake.

At the front of the shop Noel began arranging everything neatly, breads were sold in whole loaves, and half loaves, as well as slice. There was a section next to the new breads where Noel set up breads from the day before, these were sometimes priced half off or even more, if the breads got to old Noel usually gave them away or fed them to the birds. When most of the bread had been baked Noel switched over to making pastries, There was usually a daily pastry that Noel would make a lot of, and offer as a special deal, the rest always had a set limit that the baker would make, and once those ran out he would not be making anymore for that day.

Today's pastry would be apple fritters, Noel had gotten his hands on a case of apples that he would use for the recipe. It took a while to actually peel all of the apples he would be using, but after the long process was over the rest of the baking was a cinch. Noel baked two long sheets of the pastry, while they baked Noel made a glaze to pour over one of the sheets, the other sheet was dusted with powder sugar instead, everyone had their preference. Noel put the apple fritters out with the rest of the pastries in the front display, which also helped keep everything fresh, and warm.

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ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ (Bakery) ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴＳ (T-they smell so good!) ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹ (Noel) ＯＵＴＦＩＴ (Outfit)

Sam looked in the mirror at the mess of hair she'd managed to procure from the night before. Unlike some people, Sam preferred taking showers at night because she hated having wet hair in the morning, and she was too lazy to blow dry all of it. So, sometimes she would wake up to a fuzz ball. Shaking her head, she grabbed the fuzzy mess and pulled it back into a bun with only a few stray hairs out of place. Grabbing a bandanna, she tied it around her forehead and pushed it back looking back into the mirror. Shrugging, she finished off her morning routine before grabbing a pair of jeans and a light but somewhat flouncy tank top. She was mostly aiming for comfort. Slipping into her flats, she grabbed her bag, before leaving the house and locking it behind her. Luckily, she lived practically right next to the beach shack, so all she had to do was walk across the way.

Looking at the time, she knew she had to get prepping. The lunch hour came around so quickly when she started preparing her vegetables, meats, and stocks. Pulling an apron off the rack next to the door, she slapped it on tying it quickly before going back into the kitchen. Giving her hands a thorough wash, she began gathering her ingredients and turning on the burners and stove. The small chef began chopping away at multiple vegetables, herbs, and fruits. Spicing up some steaks and fish, she slipped them into the oven leaving a few fish out to put in the fryer for later. This went on for a few hours until all her meats were cooked and sliced as she wanted them. Putting them into a convection over to keep them warm, she turned around to grab the bread and froze. Crap. She'd meant to pick it up yesterday, but she'd totally forgot.

Making sure to turn off all possible fire hazards, she scurried out from the kitchen and out the door. Maybe she would be able to get to the bakery and back before too many customers showed up. Running back over to her house, she pouted pulling out her bike. God she hated this thing. She'd had to buy a smaller bike because the adult bike seats weren't low enough for her to just hop up on with ease. Getting a running start, she hopped on and started riding determined towards the bakery. She hated leaving the shack around lunchtime, but she needed bread for the sandwiches, and Noel was the only one she could get it from. Pulling up to the bakery, she slipped off looking down still seeing her apron on. Damn. She should have taken it off first. The frills would just give the baker another reason to want to poke at her. Fantastic.

Opening the door slowly, she bit her lip at the sound of the bell. Damn that thing announcing her arrival. However, her thoughts of fear were shrouded when she caught the aroma of fried apple pastry and a wonderful glaze. No. She was here for the bread! But...she hadn't ate anything today... Walking up to the counter, she swallowed softly glancing at the fritters and then to the bread. "Noel? It's Sam...I'm um...here for the bread..." They looked so warm and delicious, she sighed feeling her resistance waning. "Noel...can I have a fritter please..." She was almost ready to grab one for herself her hands becoming uncontrollable. Not only was Noel a great baker, Sam had a horrible sweet tooth. It was surprising she still had all her teeth and that she could function.



Shiny Buneary

[DevilishBuns]

███ ` LOCAL POLICE CHIEF
Outfit| Outside| Kona and Milan | Content

Marina dropped a large crate of things in the middle of her backyard, and scanned over the area proudly. The ground had been tilled the day before, the holidays and getting back into the swing of work after said holidays made it impossible to do her gardening until now. There was already a handful of plants already in the garden, the perennial flowers that had lived in her garden for the last few years, though they had yet to even bud, they were starting to look greener with each passing day. Marina turned her attention to the large crate she'd dropped on the ground, which was filled with gardening supplies, and various seeds. Marina tied a green apron around her torso to protect a majority of her clothing from the dirt and grime before setting to work digging individual holes, and planting a couple of seeds inside it.

Each area in the garden was sectioned off for something different, it was a layout Marina had made and stuck too since her first year of living in this home. Vegetables, fruit, and flowers all got their own spot, the plants were then placed beside others that had similar needs, whether it was more sunlight, less sunlight, more water, or less water. Marina marked off where each plant was with a tiny sign, as well as made a little note in her brown, faux leather journal. Marina quickly dusted off her hands after a majority of the backyard was complete, the front yard would be a project for another day. Marina put what remained of the stuff in a small shed in her backyard, and headed back inside to clean up and get ready for work. Normally the officer was work first, leisure later, but her garden was something the officer could proudly admit that she enjoy more than working, it was in a strange sense like her child. Marina planted everything in it, nurtured it, and care for it; the garden filled a space that Marina no longer had, she poured her maternal instinct into it since she no longer had her younger brother to raise.

Once inside Marina tossed the dirty work clothing into a hamper, showered away the swear and dirt that had accumulated over the couple of hours she'd spent out there, and threw on her usual work attire. Marina walked to work, finding the weather pleasant, though there was rarely a day that it got to cold since they were on a tropical island. Marina got into work later than usual, though she was the chief she still expected her officers to be able to carry on without her constant supervision. everyone had their responsibilities, for Marina it was a combination of reviewing paperwork, filing it, and eventually going around the island and checking to see if all was well.

Marina smiled as she sat down in her office, and was soon ambushed by two happy dogs. Kona and Milan were in every way Marina's pets, but they often slept at the station, mostly to keep watch of anyone that was spending a night in the cells, any day the station was closed for any reason the two went home with Marina. The two happy dogs greeted Marina, and got the work-a-holic officer out of her office, she assumed no one had fed the two yet. Marina walked beside the two dogs, taking them to what could technically be considered the stations kitchen/ break room, it was there that they stored most of the police dog's items, including their dog food. Marina gave each dog an equal share of dry food, and waited till they were done eating. "You two wanna go out for a walk?" the officer chimed, the word walk immediately getting the dog's attention, Marina secured a leash around the collar of both dogs, and headed out, the paperwork could wait for once.

[Moist Owlette]

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⏩ Where: Bathhouse
⏩ With: Nobody
⏩ Wearing: Post Picture

Adorabelle yawned, her jaw stretching farther than most creatures. Her jaw made a small popping sound as she closed it back into place and her golden eyes blinked the sleep away. The lamia's body was extremely long as she unraveled herself from beneath her blanket that morning and into her bathroom to shower. Her shower was too small for her entire body, but she often spent her evenings bathing at the bathhouse alone where she could spend the time scrubbing at her tail in peace. She hardly minded company, but often she found herself alone that late at night. The woman showered quickly, dressed herself in her work uniform kimono, and pinned her hair into a messy bun with various hair pins. She grinned at herself in the mirror, her sharpened canines glinting in the light. "Perfect," she cooed at herself before leaving for work.

When she arrived, she flipped the open sign on the door around and shut the door with her tail as she slithered into the building. It was such a short walk from her house to the bathhouse and she was just tickled by it everyday since she began living there. Adora began to whistle a soft tune to herself as she began her day. She scrubbed at the tiles in the indoor bath, scrubbed the cement outside, and even scrubbed a few walls where something sticky had shown itself. "Children," she said, sighing as she threw the rag into the suds filled bucket. She winced as some water hit her from the action and sighed again. "Really. How do kids sneak things like that into here? They don't wear clothes in here!" The woman wiped at her forehead with the back of her hand and glanced back towards the entrance. It was probably for the best that she go sit behind the front desk for a while.

Adorabelle slunk behind the front desk as she smoothed out her kimono and tried to fix herself up. She was constantly ruining her efforts to look nice for work by just doing her work. It was true she had other employees, but she didn't always trust them to get the hard to reach places with the ladder she bought just for their use. Not to mention they didn't always seem to be around. "What do I pay them for?" she wondered aloud as she curled her body beneath the spacious front desk, leaning her elbows onto the counter. Maybe, if she was lucky, somebody would come talk to her. Or at least some ask for some help. Something so that the woman could stop being bored.

Darling!

[DevilishBuns]

███ ` LOCAL DOCTOR
Outfit| Hospital > Library| N/A | Calm

The smell of disinfectant always lingered everywhere Cassius went, even in his own office it hung heavily. It wasn't an unpleasant smell either, perhaps some people couldn't stand it, but to the doctor it was familiar, and oddly calming. The blue haired male inhaled the scent deeply, then dropped his head to read over some paperwork that had been left sitting on his desk, it was signed in the night doctor's name, and it detailed everything that had happened the night before, and also gave instructions for what Cassius needed to take care of while he was in. The demon yawned, rubbed the sleepy from his eyes. Cassius had been up early that morning, not that he wasn't up early every morning, but today in particular he was up earlier than usual.

The demon had odd reasons for getting up sometimes, sometimes there would be a book the demon wanted to finish, or a recipe he wanted to try, so what better time to do it than at 4am. The thought to do these things always came to him at the dead of night, perhaps because it was so quiet, save for the occasional rustle from the outside, it always felt nicest to do them then. Cassius had gotten up today to finish a book he'd been reading, the due date for returning this particular book was coming up, so why not finish and return it early. Cassius had brewed a pot of tea, and baked a puff pastry to snack on while reading; this wouldn't be his breakfast though, Cassius was a firm believer in having a balanced breakfast.

That same book now sat on the demon's desk too, Cassius was going to make a trip to the library, perhaps when lunch rolled around, or when work got slow enough for the demon to sneak out, Cassius knew exactly what that tended to be, he snuck off fairly often to just relax and reflect. Life was spontaneous though, someone could come in at any moment with an issue, so the demon tried to limit his secret breaks to only once or twice a week. Cassius made his rounds around the hospital, taking the notes that had been left for him.

The hospital was among the few large buildings on the island, It held several rooms, most of which could accommodate two patients at a time who were in recovery, some could hold one, but those were for special cases; patients with diseases that could infect others. There were operating rooms, rooms for basic procedures, and other various rooms that were used for other things. Cassius visited the rooms in order of number, he spoke with patients there, and made sure the nurses were doing their jobs, afterwards Cassius began attending appointments people had scheduled with him ahead of time, walk-in were also taken, but scheduled appointments always came first to the doctor.

Cassius spent the first few minutes of his lunch break once that rolled around in his office, taking care of his pet turtles. The still growing green reptiles were his pride and joy, they would always be fed before the doctor even got a single bite of food. The animals had their special food Cassius fed them, as well as fruits and other greens he would sneak in around their tank as treats for them to find. After feeding his pets Cassius gathered his things, including that book that he'd finished and headed out. Cassius made it his mission to drop the book off first, and maybe pick up one or two that he'd read in his off time. The library was a place the demon frequented often, it was quiet, and not a lot of people came in at this time, they couldn't get lunch here, and there was no eating in the library either. Cassius gently slide the book into the return spot, and began to rummage around in various sections of the library for something new.

[DevilishBuns]

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███ ` LOCAL SALON OWNER
Outfit| Salon | Bird| Still kinda tired

The room was a mess of cloths, pillows, blanket, and other various items. It was this way because Priscilla preferred it like this, and oddly enough she could still find things when she needed them. The room was by no means dirty, there was no trash, no random snacks, or other spoiled food laying around like one would see in a cliché rendition of a filthy room, everything was just things that Priscilla preferred not to have put away in some closet or drawer. Priscilla herself was sleeping very peacefully under a mass of blankets, how she'd managed to get so many from the inn was a little secret she liked to call taking whatever the hell she liked, and not giving a s**t what the staff thought. The cat didn't hate the cold so much as she loved being warm, and snug when she sleep; her human form didn't provide as much warmth as her cat form did, but she made it work.

"chirp chirp chirp!"

The twittering of the morning birds soon began, except it wasn't coming from outside, but inside the room. Priscilla could no longer count the numerous times she'd wanted to snack bird from where ever he was sitting, she loved her pet, but Priscilla was by no means a morning person. Her head eventually emerged from under the blankets, which prompted bird to flutter over, and sit on top of it. For extra measure bird bent forward and tapped Priscilla on the forehead with his beak, "I'm up, I'm up" Priscilla groaned as she wrestled herself free from the other blankets. Her face betrayed any kind of words she spoke, but Priscilla still pressed on, shuffling at a snail-like pace over to the bathroom.

Priscilla brushed her teeth first, after clearing the sink of any toothpaste residue, she began filling it with water. Only an inch and a half of water was put in the sink, enough for bird to flail around in, and use as a bath. Priscilla got into her own shower once bird was taken care of, afterwards she dried her hair with a blow dryer, and even blasted bird for a minute to get his feathers all dried off. Work was not going to go anywhere, even if the front of the salon said they opened at a certain time, Priscilla was the owner, and the only one with a key to open the place, so she could take her sweet time getting ready. "What self respecting salon owner arrives to work not looking absolutely perfect" Priscilla spoke while applying some make-up, and tightening the bands that held up her hair. She was met with a series of chirps from bird, as if the two could really communicate, they actually couldn't, but Priscilla enjoyed bird's company anyway.

Priscilla made her way to work, with bird nestled on top of her head, and finally unlocked the salon doors. She was off by a few minutes for the set time to open, but there were no complaints as of yet, mostly because Priscilla would of probably already told off anyone that complained. Inside the shop was much more organized that Priscilla's inn room, oddly enough the system worked differently for her at work than it did at home. There was a little place for bird to perch in the salon, and he promptly went over to his spot while Priscilla pulled up the list of hair appointments she had today, the first would be coming in soon. Style had not been Priscilla's first choice, or something that came naturally to her at first. As a young pre-teen she'd made all the usual mistakes, raccoon eyes, caking on to much make-up, and everything in between, but as she grew up and began using her looks to get what she wanted Priscilla became much more skilled in applying make-up and doing hair; the skill had only amplified with buying this place and starting a business.




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[DevilishBuns]

███ ` LOCAL BAKER
Outfit| Bakery| Sam | Happy, Playful

Noel stretched his arms, he cracked his back and slowly. The male had finished baking, though that did not mean his job was done. People could come in at any time and place an order for something that wasn't already out on display, Noel could also help out in the front if the shop got really busy, as well as clean, and do other various random tasks around the shop. Even with the lunch rush coming Noel still took a moment to relax, he pulled up a chair and sat at one of the tables. The bakery was starting to cool down since Noel had shut off the ovens, and there was a light breeze coming in from the door, and windows he'd propped open. Noel sat waiting for the bell at the front of the building to ring, Noel wasn't sure where in between waiting and sitting that he'd started to doze off.

It was a super power, at least Noel described it that way, his ability to sleep comfortably anywhere he was. It came in handy though, napping was by far one of the baker's favorite activities, he often had crazy dreams about making it big in some crazy career like magic, or race car driving. Noel dreamed of frolicking in an open space of food, he'd fallen asleep before having his lunch, so it was only natural to dream about food. Noel would of eventually woken himself up due to hunger, but the bell beat him to it. Noel was a heavy sleeper in most normal settings, Noel had been yelled at before about sleeping on the job, and had trained himself to wake up whenever that bell rang, getting him to wake up in any other setting was a miracle.

Noel stepped out into the front of the shop, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and glanced around once, then twice. It was only when he looked down did he see the visitor, her tiny form seemed troubled by something. Noel smiled big, and leaned over the counter, "Sorry didn't see ya there shorty" the baker teased, knowing exactly how the little chef got when her height was brought up, it was awfully adorable, and made it hard to resist teasing her. Noel straightened himself up as he walked over to where the breads were displayed, teasing aside he knew it was lunch time, and Sam needed the breads, or she'd have a ton of angry, hungry folks on her hands. Noel pulled out a box of clear, plastic gloves that he slipped onto his hands, he remembered the order that was meant to be picked up much earlier, and quickly sliced the breads evenly, and packaged them in paper bags. Each bag was then stapled shut to preserve freshness during the ride back to the beach shack.

Noel glanced up at Sam while he was making sure he had everything in the order correct. He'd noticed her attempt to resist getting anything besides the breads, maybe because of lack of funds or maybe she was just in a hurry to get what she needed and go back, Noel couldn't read minds. "Sure...you don't seem to sure about wanting it", Noel smiled as he picked up a fritter with his still gloved hand. The baker held the fritter for a moment before shoving half the pastry in his own mouth. "Mmm this is amazing" Noel muttered, though with his mouth full of pastry the words sounded more like gibberish. After finishing off the first one Noel reached into the display, and held a second fritter out to Sam, "Want it? the baker offered, he didn't feel guilty for eating the first one, but he wouldn't refuse someone something they wanted.




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[Shameful Baby-Sama]

ℜesiding ✥ Bakery ℂompany ✥ Noel and Sam ʈhoughts ✥ Coffee to Quench the Hunger ℂlothing ✥ Now




☾↺ ✣ ↻☽ A scratch of one's skin is all it takes to break the walls between safety and danger. A crimson intoxicating wonder is held within each and every being who has ever lived, pumping through their veins like a fire wanting to burst from it's base. Though not all can ever come to understand its pleasures, it has become a beautifully horrid necessity for Jaida. Every week the liquid must be consumed for her own life to be sustained. If not, a rabid like creature of demand and want will come forth, destroying anything in it's path until it receives it's euphoric meal. With many options to choose from in world full of diversity, Jaida will always have an array of juicy selections of whom she can dine on.

☾↺ ✣ ↻☽ A hearty yawn expelled from Jaida's lips, her body still adjusting from being awake so early in the day. Of course it was only a bit before eleven, but for a vampire sunlight is a mortal enemy. It's rays make her grow weary during the light hours, even some what weak when it is too hot. She lifted up a hand to her eye to rub it tenderly while grabbing her sun parasol. It was lacy white, perfect from keeping both the sun and heat off of her back. She carried it around with her at all times during sunny days, only because the sun on this island would give her a obtrusive burn. After putting on a pair of white gloves, Jaida left her home to begin her day.

☾↺ ✣ ↻☽ It was days like this when her cravings ate at her. It had been a week since she had a proper meal; thanks to a fairly drunk man who needed help getting back to the inn. His blood was fair at best, though she has certainly had better. Of course, he remembered nothing and came back the bar next day, telling stories about new mysterious markings on his neck. Travelers that come to the bar are easy targets to feed off of - some tasting better than most. But when hungry one cannot be picky. It is either get a fresh meal from a highly drunk suitor, or grab a donated blood bag from the doctors. The only thing is, drinking from a blood bag is like micro-waving a meal; the taste is highly deteriorated and especially not succulent. In order to keep from retrieving blood from the doctors when she is in a pinch, Jaida has relied on the next best thing. Coffee.

☾↺ ✣ ↻☽ Thanks to her housing choice, Jaida lives almost right behind the bakers. It is the quickest way in which she can retrieve a craving drink. The baker there thankfully serves coffee on the side, it not being his main forte but Jaida could care less. As long as it has caffeine, it will work just fine. She arrived in front of the shop, closing up her parasol before entering. Her hand met the door and opened it with grace; only to hear an annoying bell ringing to signal that a customer has arrived. Ignoring the infuriating bell, Jaida walked forward - umbrella in hand as she noticed that she was not the only customer in the room. A short stature girl of barely five feet stood at the register seeming to retrieve bags holding some sort of pastie within them. Calmly, Jaida watched as Noel grabbed out a newly baked fritter for her, only to stuff it into his mouth. The man really did act on impulse even in a place of work. Jaida remained quiet while staring at the baked goods through the glass barrier. There was breads of many kinds, carrying in color and size. Of course, she cared for none of the baked goods (couldn't even smell it's fresh goodness). The only thing that held her interest was the coffee. Hopefully just black with no added milk or sugars; since she is not a fan for anything sweet.


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The small girl seemed to be in a sort of trance until her attention suddenly snapped upright to see Noel standing across the counter in front of her. At the mention of her not being seen and the addition of the nickname, she glared crossing her arms. "You aren't funny. If anything, you sound stupid," she said with a small pout. Why did people like to call her short, or a child, or a half pint, or....anything that had to do with being short! Everyone always got a laugh out of it, but she wasn't laughing! Oh no! To her, if anything, it was ridiculous. Of course she was short! She was a pixie! She knew she was short. Everyone did. Yet, when people used it in a way to tease her, it suddenly became more than obvious. It became overly obvious. Maybe that was why it had bothered her so much. Not really bothered. More like annoyed.

"Is this how you treat all your customers Noel," she smirked looking away for a few seconds before her eyes caught a glimpse of him pulling something out of the display. She let her eyes wander a bit trying not to seem to enamored with the succulent and delicious smelling pastry. No. She was mad at him! She wouldn't let him make her soft by offering her a pastry. When he asked her about wanting it, she swallowed softly and pursed her lips slightly. "I-I don't-." Suddenly, she witnessed him jamming it into his mouth. Turning in an instant her eyes were wide with shock her hands in small balled fists. "W-what are you doing! That's not fair! I wanted to have that! You just ate it, and I was going to take it!" She almost sounded like a child wining to their parents, but that was how Sam got when she was around her treats and sweets.

Watching him enjoy her fritter, she frown and looked down with red cheeks. She'd just burst out like that sounding so childish. She was surely going to get an earful for that. Catching him pulling out another, she raised her head slightly her cheeks still an embarrassed shade of crimson. Grabbing the bags of bread, she looked away before snatching the fritter and throwing down some money on the counter. Sam bit her lip and turned her back to him. "I-I was just acting to make you think you were holding something against me," she lied horribly. "I'm just taking this to be civil," she said already pressing the fritter to her mouth and smiling with delight. Just as she was about to walk out, she nearly bumped into Jaida the bar waitress. Because she really didn't drink, Sam didn't know much about her, but from what she'd heard, they wouldn't really get along.

Sneaking past the girl, she glanced back at Noel before turning around. "Thanks for the bread even though you teased me," she said before stepping out. Sam hated to be that person who lost battles. No way she would ever admit defeat. No. She'd won this round with Noel. At least, that was what she was going to keep telling herself. Hopping back on her bike, she secured the bread and her fritter before taking off back towards the beach shack. Once there, she chucked the bread on the counter and sat on a stool near the cabinets nibbling gleefully on her glazed apple pastry.



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Babylon yawned loudly as he kicked his feet in the air. The small demon shut his mouth and shook his head trying to stay awake at work. The morning was always slow, but today was harder than usual. Probably because he had spent the whole night stuck awake because his half brother, Azazel, had spent his whole night laughing obnoxiously at some stupid late night television show. The man was annoying and no matter what the small imp did to him he wasn't going anywhere. He had survived scratches, knives, and fire in the three seasons since he arrived to torment the chef. "Damn I'm sleepy," Baby said as he turned the page of the cooking magazine he was reading. "I outta toss that small handheld television of his out the window." Azazel had bought the thing from one of the locals who recently held a yard sale. It barely worked, but the man had worked some kind of magic with the repair shop to get it fixed enough to work although it was devoid of color. It also looked stupid and like if you sneezed at it the thing would fall apart. "Whoever invented television needs to suffer." The demon nodded his head in agreement with himself as he tossed the magazine onto the counter across from him.

The imp slid down from the counter and glanced at the clock. He wasn't allowed to take a break yet since the lunch rush was on the horizon, but he was hungry and it was slow. Baby wandered to the large fridge and poked his head inside to survey his options. "I swear nothing ever looks half as good when you know you have to cook it," the imp spoke aloud. "I do this for a living and still feel that way. Must suck to be normal people." The imp pulled out his lunch and poked his face into the paper bag. Nothing from his lunch looked good right now either. He sighed dramatically as he shut the door to the fridge and walked out of the kitchen and to the counter where some of the desserts were on display. Did those look any good? They didn't have too many since the town bakery offered any treats you could ever want, but they had enough for those that didn't want to go that far after dinner for dessert.

"Nothing," he whined, stamping his foot on the ground and huffing as he stalked back into the kitchen. Fiery blue horns appeared on the male's head as he eyed the new ticket hanging in the window carousel. "Figures I have to work when I'm hungry. Maybe I'll just make whatever this person wants." The horns dissipated as he reached for the ticket and stuck out his tongue. "Never mind. It's just rabbit food." He couldn't understand how somebody could not want to eat meat. He didn't eat it every meal, sure, but he hardly went that many meals without it. The demon sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and turned on a dime to get started on the order. Maybe he would get lucky and somebody would come visit him back here? Maybe his beloved boss would grace his kitchen with his culinary skills? Babylon sighed, but this time it was a sigh of contentment. Infatuation, more like. "That man is a dream come true," he murmured, holding the ticket to his chest as he sighed again and began work on the rabbit food some customer wanted.

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💦RESTAURANT
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Seren grumbled under her breath about lazy waiters and starving to death. None of it was really warranted, but that hardly mattered to the mermaid as she tapped her fingers of her free hand against the table. She wanted to order now instead of starting on a sketch and getting interrupted in the middle of it. That was always pissing her off and it seemed that it happened nearly every time she attempted to come eat at the restaurant lately. Or ever. It didn't actually happen every single time, but it seemed that way to the woman and that was all that mattered. Red eyes glanced around the room looking for the waiter when a blur of black and white passed her by and startled her. She jumped a bit and turned to watch as somebody took the empty booth across from her. Who dared do something like that to her? She hadn't even been here that long and somebody was already encroaching on her space.

"What the-" she started to say, but the new person with her bright white hair quickly began to pull out her own sketchbook as she began to open it to show off various sketches. Seren glanced over the woman quickly. She looked human, but that was hardly telling enough for what she was. She seemed happy to keep her trap shut, though, and that was a point in her favor human or not. Seren silently pushed her own book around to the woman to look over as she pulled the new one towards her to flip through some of the pictures. Flowers, buildings, and other various things showed up in the drawings and Seren felt very impressed. The creature in front of her might be human, but that didn't mean she wasn't a talented one.

"These are very good," she complimented, trying to not sound as impressed as she really was. "Mine are hardly as refined since they are mere designs, but you are free to enjoy looking through them." Red eyes looked over the woman again. White hair was odd to see on any race it wasn't the only odd thing about her. She seemed to have a tattoo and perhaps more. Although now that Seren took the time to examine her it seemed that there was a bit of magic behind the odd exterior. Perhaps she was not human? Still hard to tell. "What is your name? I am Seren," she said. Her stomach growled a bit and she held up a quick finger before turning her head towards the rest of the room and shouting, "Perhaps one of you lazy asses would mind taking my order?!" before turning back to her new company. "I apologize, but I have only so much free time before returning to work and they are dawdling something awful today."







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Blake glanced down at the girl's sketchbook as it was passed to her. She smiled slightly with a nod and looked down examining them thoroughly. As an artist, she tended to do that with most work. But, unlike many, she wasn't one who like to criticize other people's work unless they asked for it. She would often try to find the beauty or inspiration behind what caused them to draw or paint the picture in the way that they had. It appeared that this girl enjoyed making designs. They were very good. Far better than what she could draw. Well, that was probably a lie. Maybe a better way of saying it was that they were far past her imagination. Blake could never come up with a clothing line even if she'd wanted to. She was fine sticking with her random punk slash quirky style that she'd been developing ever since her release those many years ago.

When she mentioned that Blake's sketched were good, she gave a grateful nod before switching the pads back between them. Looking down at her own sketches, she traced each page with her fingers examining each sketch. Like most people, Blake was hard on herself. She loved to draw and sketch and just create art. It was a passion of hers, but she never saw what everyone else did. When people saw perfection, she saw those three or four spots that were smeared or maybe the wrong shade of blue or the wrong hue. She knew that no one else cared but herself, but she couldn't help but wish every painting or sketch she did was perfect. It was probably just her inner artist speaking. Closing the book, she gave Seren one more look before the girl began to speak again introducing herself. Seren. That was a nice name. Calming almost.

However, it seemed the girl was anything but calm. She smirked slightly listening to the girl scream out across the restaurant. Blake sat quietly, like she had the choice, listening to Seren finish her rant. Blake nodded in agreement to the waiters lagging. It wasn't like she was in a hurry, but they should have been more respectful to people like Seren who needed to get back to work. Remembering she'd shared her name, Blake turned to her bag digging out a common note pad and pulling out a pen. Writing down her name, she turned the pad around to show her text. 'My name is Blake. It's nice to meet you.' She let her view it for a few seconds before bringing it back around to write again. 'Your sketches are very good. Thank you for showing them to me. I'm sorry I just sat down. I would have asked, but as you can see, I cannot speak,' she turned the notebook around with a small shrug.



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