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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 5:37 pm
The storefront is where customers can look at the various floral displays made by the florist, or look at the flowers alone to decide which ones they want in a bouquet.
The back room is a private room for the employees of Bel Fiore to hang out.
The gardener tends the flowers in the greenhouse, a building connected to Bel Fiore.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:14 pm
  From ♯ Roads
In Transit ♯ Bel Fiore
To ♯ Not sure. Do I have a job?
Journal ♯ Private!
Wearing ♯ Green If he had seen Val's reaction to his new friend, Aozora would have blushed slightly when he noticed the way his boss looked at Cameron, for Val's eyes went all up and down. The florist even licked his bottom lip! If he had seen this, the brown-eyed delivery boy would have wondered why those same lustful eyes had never looked at him that way. . . . Then again, Aozora was not that attractive. He felt too tall, too nervous, too awkward -- of course no one would love him like that, he was . . . just Aozora. However, these thoughts would have to be saved for another day, for the blond saw none of Val's reaction to Cameron. In fact, the older male revealed nothing to his previous thoughts. "Nice to meet you, Remy," the blond replied politely, bowing his head out of habit. Remy was a very flashy person, but he otherwise seemed to mean well. Er, she? Aozora wasn't quite sure, so he reminded himself to avoid pronouns at all costs until he knew what the redhead preferred.
Inside the flower shop, the blond male scratched his head for a moment, brows furrowed, before attending to some of the arrangements. Although he was often bored and without work, he was happy going to his job every day. Inside the shop were beautiful flowers as well as a happy dog. Speaking of dogs, Val's pet came bounding into the main room, and the blond immediately went to calm her down, giving her the attention she craved. Kneeling down beside her, Aozora eagerly pet the dog, scratching the pup behind her ears and also stroking her neck. From his vantage point on the floor, he also noticed that Nina had arrived, and the blond cocked his head to the side in curiousity. Did she have a job for them? "Good morning, Nina," he greeted politely, still giving Val's dog Rosie love.[ / M o r e T h a n U s e l e s s ]
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:53 pm
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• тнe ғlιcĸer oғ тнe ғlaмe тonιgнт wιll paιnт мy dreaм •◎I'm feeling rather alrightxxx◎I was in the Velvet Innxxx◎You'll find me at Bel Fiorexxx◎Just kinda browing the flowersxxx◎Rocking that a hoodie
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 8:54 am
Val waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all. The more the merrier, I say. It's usually just Rosie and I, if Aozora is out on delivery, or just the three of us." He shut the door behind everyone. "Good morning, Nina. And you, Rosie." Rosie perked her ears up at his voice, but was too busy wallowing in the attention she was getting from Aozora, tail going about a mile a minute and giving a doggy grin.
He moved behind the counter, absently wondering if he'd see Eliain today--the other male was going to be pissed at him, that was for sure. He'd snuck an alarm clock into his room, and had set it for around that time. He chuckled, wishing he could see Eliain's face. He smiled at Remy, and then looked around, thoughtfully. His eyes landed on Cameron, and he smiled a little when he saw where he was standing. He moved to an arrangement next to it, and said, softly, "Fragility, temperance, and passion. Azaleas are lovely, aren't they?"
He wasn't flirting, just making conversation with what was there, and what he knew. He could tell you what just about any flower in the room meant, if you asked. Then he glanced up at Nina. "Let me guess: Roses?" he was good at that.
Coming from: The Road
Currently at: The Shop.
Heading to: No where, until later that night.
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High-functioning Enthusiast
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 8:13 pm
Was:
Am:
Going to:
  Walking in, Nina heard Aozora greet her, and turned to return his greetings "Hello, Ao--" And then she noticed Rosie. Her hands flew up to her face, forming fists that made her look shy as opposed to trying not to inhale. "Hello, Aozora, how are you?" She took several quick steps backward, toward the register. She should be safe over here, she hoped. Taking her hands away from her face, she spun on her heel to face Val. "Anyway, I'm here day because--" She stopped when she realized Val had beaten her to the punch. "Wait, how did you know? Are you psychic or something?" She'd introduced herself to him before, and said hi when she saw him, but had she said at some point that she wanted to plant roses in front of her house? She mentally shrugged it off; it wouldn't be surprising if she had and forgot. "Yes, that was what I wanted, thank you. I'm unfortunately rather new to gardening, so I wondered if one of you could help me out, or give some tips, or...something."
Wearing this
Humming that:
Stop looking at it!
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 8:46 pm
XXXX ≫≯ ʏσυ киσω ι ωαит ιт םαםםʏ ↗↘↝XXXXXXXXXX ≫≯ тнιs αιи❜т мʏ ғιɾsт, αиם ιт αιи❜т тнз ʟαsт, ↗↘↝XXXXX ≫≯ ιғ ʏσυ ʟιsтзи тσ мз, ↗↘↝XXXXXXXXXXXXX ≫≯ ι❜ʟʟ мαкз ʏσυ вʟαsт ↗↘↝✖   язмʏ ɔнαяʟσт ʟзɔσυятXXXXXXXYou know you jealous;; xxxXXXXXXXCause I’m down town;; Flowershop. Be smellin' sweet, an' all, but what be real sweet be da mens.XXXXXXXGroovin’ my a** righ’ hurr;; xxx  Following in behind Val, the redhead smiled calmly at the others, though her eyes couldn't help but run over Cameron's and Ao's body a little longer than usual. Licking her lips, her gazed turned to Nina, and she almost squeaked in joy. Finally, someone who knew her! At least she didn't have to stay in a sausage fest (though it's not like she hasn't before, and really, she liked sausage fests).
Flipping her long curls behind her shoulders again, she leaned precariously against the front counter. Rocking back and forth on her stilettos, she watched the boys (and Nina) with a thoughtful gaze. What could she say. She could have introduced herself, but Val, how cute, he already did that for her. The most she could do is watch, amused as Nina scampered nearby, away from the dog.
Personally, Remy was not fond of animals. She was not particularly in love with Val's dog, but she did think that Rosie was pretty. She always liked big dogs, a little more than normal, and Rosie was sure to grow to be a beautiful Husky.
Turning to the boys, smiling at Nina's reaction, Remy licked her lips again, eyeing Cameron. He was certainly not bad, and though everyone was shorter than her in those eight inch stilettos, she knew he was most likely taller than her. She said nothing though. She had a hard enough time in the Inn dealing with people who were not as accepting of her as they should, so she put off saying anything until Cameron said something to her... Or she got bored and went to flirt with the other cutie in the store (other than Val, and Nina, of course, though Nina was not her type). 
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:20 pm
xxxxx xxxx»»»»Well good, so long as Valentine didn’t think he’d be in the way, then Cameron supposed he wouldn’t mind sticking around the flower shop for a while. They did have an impressive variety of flowers on display throughout the store, Cameron had to admit. He looked around at them all, intrigued by the colors and scents that seemed to seamlessly come together and form another scent that was neither disgusting nor too over-bearing. He supposed he liked it here, it was nice. He made a mental note in his head that Bel Fiore was definitely a nice place to visit so, who knows. Now that he has made the acquaintance of its owner and one of its workers, perhaps he would visit a little bit more often. He only wished he could send flowers back home to his sister. She would surely love them for her room. So consumed in his thoughts was he that Cameron failed to notice when Valentine came up beside him. He gasped slightly, and looked in the other male’s direction before looking back at the azaleas. Fragility. Temperance. Passion. All words were now filed away alongside azaleas. Cameron found himself nodding his head. “Yes, they are lovely. Lizzie would love them.” he said. One could hear the fondness in his voice that he had for his younger sibling. She really was a jem, you know, when she wasn’t causing her own special brand of intellectual trouble. She really was too smart for any normal eight year old girl. Cameron watched Valentine go off to work with the girl who had come into the store (right, her name’s Nina…remember that just in case Cam) and decided to walk around a little bit. Rosie was walking around like she owned the place, and honestly, you could argue that she did, being that she was the owner’s dog and all that. She probably knew every inch of this store much like Valentine did so….er…yeah, where was he going with this line of reasoning again? Crap, he forgot. Time to switch gears. He walked around a little bit now, surveying the other flowers. There was a bunch of blue ones that were unfamiliar to him nestled in the back, as well as roses of all sorts of colors all laid out on display. Wow…a lot of these would look great in his room at the Inn. He would love to have something to brighten the place up a bit. But…he didn’t want to spend money just yet. Not when he didn’t know when the next time he would earn that money back was. He…had to find a job, and quick so that he would have some sort of cash flow during his stay here. As he thought about his funds, he realized he probably wouldn’t be leaving this town any time soon. He simply hadn’t the money too honestly and-ow! Hey, when did a body get in front of him? When Cameron finally came out of his stupor and caught up with his brain he realized that while walking around, he’d somehow walked…right into Remy. Thank god he hadn’t knocked her down like he had Aozora. That would have been bad. Still, he was embarrassed enough to flush and look up (wait, up???) at her. What the hell was she, an Amazon? …s**t. Didn’t Amazon women kill men? Better start groveling. “Oh my gosh. I’m really sorry Ms. Remy. I should watch where I’m going. I swear. I’m so sorry.” he said hurriedly. Way to go Cam. You managed to run into, not one, but two, count ‘em, TWO, people today. You are on a ******** role.
• тнe ғlιcĸer oғ тнe ғlaмe тonιgнт wιll paιnт мy dreaм •◎I'm feeling rather alrightxxx◎I was in the Velvet Innxxx◎You'll find me at Bel Fiorexxx◎Just kinda browing the flowersxxx◎Rocking that hoodie
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