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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 11:54 am
 This roleplay might be a good oppertunity for players whose characters were waiters/waitresses.I made this board so that IoDM newbies, like me, can test and evolve our character’s personalities in preparatory for the role-play ahead. I ask that a limit of Eight people join before I change to [PRP]. This role-play will take on a mellow setting in starbucks caffe early morning. Its cold outside. The warm-colored leaves are just falling off the trees. There is a slight breeze and the sky is overcast. None-the-less its a sunny day, so the gray clouds have light-silver linings. Roleplay takes place in California. (Three days before Casey's encounter with Guy.) This is a modern role-play in relation to IoDM. You must play your character before they went to the island. No mutations. Be aware, as with every role-play character of mine, what happens in this role-play is on a permanent basis. If she met your character then it will be as if she really met you in my later role-plays. --- No god modeling. No one is perfect. No powerplaying. No list introductions. Please be creative in your posts. Please be considerate to other role-players. If someone is being left out, be sure to provide a chance for them to interact when ever possible. You may, if you wish, provide a picture of your character for role-playing references. --- Let the role-playing proceed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 12:54 pm
Casey yawned, stretching her stiff mussels and closing a phonebook on her lap. She looked around, idly, at the café. It was a cheerful place. The tiles were warm-colored and murals of steaming cups of drinks embellished the cream colored walls. The booth benches were colored a cozy shade of maroon which matched the cherry-oak tables well.
Her gold gaze moved from one focal point to another, taking in the artistic values. She sipped her Tahitian-Vanilla Chai-Latte carefully. The warm, pumpkin-spice flavored beverage slowly trickled down her throat warmly. She closed her eyes in pleasure.
“Is everything to your satisfaction?” Casey opened her eyes, re-adjusting to the rosy-dim lighting. “Mm… It’s wonderful. … Can I get a ginger-bread biscotti by any chance?” The waitress left. Casey yawned again, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and shifted her gaze to the window.
The weather outside was beautiful. She watched tiredly as cars and people passed. It was a picture perfect scene. Casey pulled a small sketch notebook and a no-smudge pencil from her pocket, and quickly set her mind to carefully sketching the busy street.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 1:54 pm
Minna sat at a table by the window, shuffling through her portfolio. To one side sat her tea. Tea was ok, no fat, no carbs, just hot water with a little flavor, nothing that could harm her diet. Her eyes restlessly glanced over her own image in every picture she held. Carefully choosing the pictures that could very well seal her fate as a model.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:18 pm
Richard was not having a good day. The big man sat at his table with his laptop open in front of him, his coffee forgotten, cooling behind the 17 inch screen. He'd rather be in a bar but they don't have wi-fi. He grumbled noisely as he wrote. Everything so far had been a dead end, did his quarry even have a past?
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:28 pm
Casey Shrieked, standing up quickly. Half a cup of hot coffee was spilt all down her light pink skirt and her sketch notebook. She swore quietly, fumbling around for napkins. She had only partially mopped up the table when she ran out. Flushing shades of pink, she leaned over to the booth behind her. A girl sat there, thoughtfully flipping through pictures. Casey sighed. “Erm… Do you have any spare napkins by any chance?” Her gaze fell to the photos. They were beautiful. Casey waited patiently for a reply.
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(Sorry. I couldnt figure out how to interact with Richard. sweatdrop I have a terrible case of writers block right now.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:42 pm
Richard slammed the notebook shut with enough force that he mentally winced. The laptop had been expensive and it really wasn't it's fault that nobody wanted to talk to him about the CEO of Feral lab. Then he heard the young woman across the aisle yelp.
Chuckling, he grabbed his unused napkins from under his cooling coffee cup and streched his arm across the table, depositing them on the young woman's table.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:58 pm
Startled minna glaced at the girl, "Um...yeah. Here you go.", she repliedholding out the thin paper squares with the Starbucks logo embossed on them.
"Oh, that might stain."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 7:54 pm
Casey smiled, taking the napkins. "Yeah... I suppose your right..." She said, mopping up her skirt. She turned from one person to another, a grateful grin on her face. "Thank you both so much." She looked at her table, her gaze lingering sadly on her sketch book. She sighed, picking up the soggy remains. "Second one this week." she laughed nervously. "I’m a bit clumsy." After mopping up the remaining drink, she politely deposited the wet napkins and sketch book in the rubbage bin. "May I interest either of you in a drink?" She pulled her wallet out, inwardly cringing at its emptiness. None the less, she would buy them a drink for their hospitality.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 12:12 pm
(In this QRP Jonathan Have 17 years Old for keep His Story and he are in the middle of his vacation 3nodding )
That day a black car stop in front of the Startbuck Caffe, Boths Occupants, A Middle-Old American Lady and a Young Boy, get out from it after parking. "So, This is Startbuck Aunt Annie?" Says the boy checking the place without mood. "Yes My Little Wiggy-cherry-triggy" reply the woman with a "granny" tone, "Please, don't treat me like a boy, I'll be an adult in a year..." He take a pause after continue "Anyway... I suppose that I'll work here?", "Yes my Wiggy-Terry-Gruggy" the woman make a lovely pose. "I speak with a friend ,who is a friend of a a friend of the wife of the..." the lady says meanwhile she count with her fingers. "Whatever My Little Waggy-Doo, you are a wonderful person, searching work for help me with my economic problems, I love you my gruggity-goo" the woman says, giving him a big kiss and a hug. "Yeea... Don't worry Aunty, I'll do anything for you, you know that I'm a good boy" with this word anyone can feel, without problem, the big ego that irradiate from him. "Well my cute Little Chiggy-Triggy, I'll come back for you in the afternoon, See ya later" the woman give him a big kiss after leave the scene in the car. "Bye Bye Aunty" he says before enter to the Local by the back door. I hope don't see you never more... Crazy
"So, you are the new Waiter? A big man with an apron speak him with a unpleasant face, "Yes, I'm... Any problem" The boy face him, "Oou... Excuse me Lady, Take this... And go to work madame" the big man throw to him the compañy's Apron, "Thanks, Is a pleasure work for you... Mister" he answer in the same tone. Okey... My Boss is an Orangutan... Thanks again Aunty Annie...
Jonathan approach to a group that is near of him. "Hello everyone, My name is jonathan. if anyone are not attending to you, it'll be a pleasure give to you the respective treat", Jonathan Says with a Smile and warm voice. Just greath... Boys... I hope that I can get a good tip
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 1:39 pm
"No thanks, I'm fine.", Minna replied. She gestured her bangeled adorned hands to the tea on her table.
"But your more than welcome to join me."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 2:01 pm
Casey nodded. "Thanks. If you feel inclined to take up my offer, don’t hesitate to ask." She sat down across from the girl, unfolding a napkin and delicately laying it on her soiled skirt. She looked up at the man, smiling pleasantly. "Thank you. My waitress's shift is over now, and I'd like to take up your offer on that." She opened her wallet and pulled out five dollars. "Can I get a Carmel Frappachino?" She turned to the man who had offered her napkins. "Do you want anything? My treat." She said, patting the seat in a welcoming gesture.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 2:25 pm
Jonathan scribble some words in his small notebook, "Don't worry Lady, I'll come back with you Carmel Frappachino in some minutes" He return to the table for give the orden. Oh my god... Five Dollars... How charitable... Puff...
After some minutes he return with the order , "The Carmel Frappachino is ready, Enjoy" Jonathan puts the cup in the table with careful. "do you need Something more?" he prepare his notebook in front of her trying to exert some presión. Come on... give me work... more work, more tips
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:31 pm
Casey smiled. "Im fine." She looked at the others, curious if they wanted anything. She then pulled three dollers out of her pocket and haned them to the waiter. "Thankyou anyways. Heres your tip. You might as well stick around." Casey carefully sipped at the warm, foamy drink. "Actually..." She said, staring at the drink. "Do you know if theres any spare paper or napkins lying around?" She looked at the group, inspired to draw some more. "Im afraid I ruined my sketch notebook."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:33 pm
A friendly young lady? One that was buying an old man a drink? Most usual, though charming.
"I'm quite alright miss. I've got a full cup here." Lifting his coffee cup for emphasis. With his other hand he pushed himself out of the chair, groaning a bit from the effort. "However, I think I will take you up on a bit of conversation. His smile was gentle and welcoming. He slipped the laptop into his breifcase and walked over with a slight waddle.
He eased himself onto the stool across from Casey, the stool creeking slightly in protest and extended a wrinkled hand to Casey. "I'm Richard."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:05 pm
"hmm... Sorry lady, I'm not from here really... I don't know if there are a place lika that but..." Jonathan Doubt, taking some minutes for an answer, "wait a moments...", He return to the "Only Personal Zone" and come back with something hidden between his clothes. "Take it, is a Gift" Jonathan left in the table two notebook that have the Starbuck logo in it. Ha!, The Orangutan deserve that... This is my revenge for his treatment.
A new customer approach to the lady, an old man maybe between sixty and eighty years, he was trying for be friandly with her, that doesn't important now a customer is a customer, "Hello Mister, please let me to be tour waiter this day, Can I brings something?, Coffe, juice maybe?" Jonathan say to him with a Smile. This girl attract a lot of people, better to don't far long for her or I'll lost a lot of tips.
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