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 Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 6:30 pm
 A N N O U N C E M E N T S ►This RP is now open. [ It will be TRULY open after I post the order and the date. ]
Remember :
- One paragraph posts
- Follow the Order
- Be Nice
- After a person has not posted for 24 hours,
the next one may post ahead.
You may talk to people about the RP in the chat forum.
Any questions, go to the chat forum.
BUT, no sexual intercourse anywhere in my guild.
I can't stress this out enough.
Please follow the rules.
If you don't, I literally will make you disappear from this RP.
Oh, you think you can't be replaced?
Hah, think again.
I or someone else willing can continue your role and get rid of you easily.
You think this is a threat?
No, this is just a friendly warning.
Have a problem with the order or want to know how I decide it?
Well, I'll tell you to avoid problems or complaints.
First, of course one of my characters start off the RP
But I don't end it. I hate double-posting.
Then I use a digital hat with all the names on it and mix it all up.
But of course, the order is different with the different days.
For the first day,
I put Maid / Butler Names in the hat to get their order.
All the staff must be introduced before the customers.
Then after that, I do the same things for the customers.
Based on the data from the first day,
I'll establish the other orders based on the relationships made.
There, I think that is all.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:01 pm
O R D E R F O R D A Y O N E :
Saturday, January 7th ►How the order is decided is said on the announcements post.
Workers before Customers on Day 1.
( x = Posted once )
1. Chocolate and Vanilla : x : x
2. Touma Ichihara : x : x
3. Takeru Umareda : x : x
4. Hisao Tadao : x : x
5. Aeron M. Goldstein : x : skipped
6. Chieko Asami : x
7. Noah Van Elijah : x
8. MaryAnne Miller : x
9. Yasu Higurashi : skipped
10. Beke Schmetterling : x
11. Daichi Konjo : x
12. Ayumu Hoshino : x
13. Chidori Ayane Wakahisa Skipped
14. Junpei Hanamura x
15. Luna Shimizu x
16. Sanae Kukicha x
17. Kozue Nakasato : x
18. Clarise Fair : x
19. Rukas Olivetti : x
20. Ayako Izumi : x
I will end Day One When I See that we have Enough Posts for it to end.
Your character may leave at any time though,
but since this cafe is in the One-Place Category,
you cannot have your character go anywhere else but here.
If you would still like a say in what you do,
put it in a spoiler.
But if you decide to leave the cafe for the day and not come back,
just say so and your character will be stepped over unless
you use spoilers to tell what you're doing outside
Also, if you have to be gone a while, PM me.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:28 pm
 ------------"Thank you, come again!" Felicia said as she waved goodbye to another customer who walked out the door, carrying some cake with him. It had been a usual Saturday in the cafe as always. Everyone was waiting, some were cleaning, some were cooking, hey, even some were conversing, which bugged her since they all had to be working, or else. That was her one pet peeve, although sometimes she could slack off herself. Looking around, it wasn't only that though, throughout the cafe were servers, but there were also customers whom smiled as they ate or did whatever they had to do here. This was her dream as well as Vanilla's. Just to see so many people smiling made Felicia smile herself as the prideful feeling in her heart lingered.
Hey, speaking of Vanilla, Felicia looked down at the watch on her right hand, pulling off the frills that were on her sleeve just to tell the time. That young lady had been taking quite a while to get the costumes that Felicia stored for "Cosplay Sundays". Yes, this cafe does do some cosplays on Sundays, hence the name, "Cosplay Sundays." This young woman designs all the costumes herself, and of course makes them by herself after dropping off Vanilla to college. "I hope she gets here soon. . " Felicia muttered as she impatiently looked at the door while tapping her foot, "I need to make sure those costumes are all in order. . " Sometimes some days in the storage does damage the cloth. How long do they stay there you ask? Well, Felicia usually finishes the designs one day and the making in 3. So starting Monday on the designing, she usually finishes the making by Thursday; that means that the clothes stay in the storage for 2 days. That may not seem much, but it is to Felicia.
After Felicia finished counting some change for a customer, the bell rang by the door as it opened, letting Miss Mary in with a large bag in both hands. Ah, the costumes, as well as her precious young girl who carried them got here without a scratch. Felicia, seeing this, ran out from her counter to help the petite girl with the load. "Thanks Mary!" she smiled, peering into the bag to find that the color didn't fade like she had feared, "You can go wait now if you want, do you still need a break to study?" Mary looked up at Felicia as she said this, shaking her head, denying her offer for a break.
"I'll be . . . fine." Vanilla answered after she shook her head politely, "Should. .I. . take the costumes. .and put them. . out back?" Mary looked behind Felicia as she said this, wondering if they should be standing out here with the cash register un-manned. Felicia only sighed when the workaholic decided to work some more and then closed up the bag as she looked around for Touma. "Hey, can you take this bag to the storage?" she called out to him, who was walking around, "These are for tomorrow, be careful kay?"
Mary snuck around Felicia as she was calling Touma and immediately looked around for customers to wait on. Everyone inside were the usual regular customers is what she could see, and there weren't any new people that she could think of. Well, she liked it that way. Mary found serving new customers quite awkward. Seeing one person raise their hand, she ran over to them quickly and took their order asking, "What. . . would. . you like. . ?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:57 pm
~I'm one hell of a butler *smiles*
♬░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓ ♬ ░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓ ♬ ░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓ ♬
Touma was helping out the chefs out in the back, with the baking of the cafe's wonderful treats that they will be serving today. But, soon he heared his name being called out by the chocolately mistress, he only knew as Felicia. Of course, he stopped what he was doing and went over to where her voice was coming from. As he apporched her, he held a small warm smile to her, and nodded to her request. "Of course. I'd be happy to help you out, Kitten." he said, using the usual nickname he had givien her as he started working here. He took the bag from Felicia, and only smiled at her warmly as he usual does. "Now Now....I'm always careful, Kitten. You can always count on me." he said, making his way to the storage room in the back. He had opened the door, placing the bag on a counter in the back corner. He got out a notepad, and took a pen from his back pocket, writing Felicia's name on it, then placing it on the bag so no one else could touch it. Touma got out of the room, and closed the door behind him, and sighed softly knowing it was almost time for Junpei to arrive to his work, and talk about his issues and daily news of his life. He decided to head back to where Felicia was, and only patted her shoulder. "Vanilly, sure need to take a break, huh? Oh, and I'm done with your request." he suggested, as he began to pick up dirty dishes from a table not to far from his location. "I worry about her, Kitten." he said, still smiling, but this time it only shows a bit concern for the owners.
♪░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓ ♪ ░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓ ♪ ░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓░▓ ♪
~Music is always better than speaking out a confession. I just hope one day my voice will be heard to does I hold so dear to me~
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 11:12 pm
  Takeru had been serving some of the customers, even bringing some orders to customers that had been served by a someone else because that server had been distracted at the time and left the customer waiting for their order. Whenever this happened he would apologize to the customers for having to wait and then move on to serve someone else. He was just passing by the cash register to pick up and order when he just barely heard Miss Chocolate talking about someone in a worried tone, and he figured that the only person that she would be worrying about like that would be Miss Vanilla. When he heard Miss Chocolate worrying, he himself began to wonder where she was, but chose not to ask, especially since Miss Vanilla walked in a moment later while he was passing by again in the opposite direction to bring a customer their order.
After delivering the order he looked around for the sweet bright hair that would represent his cute little boss, and when he saw her he noticed that she had already started serving someone, and he smiled a bit, figuring that she should've at least taken some time to study for school, but oh well, there wasn't anything he could do so he just walked on. He then saw a hand raise and went over to take the customer's order. After delivering the note with the order on it to the cook he grabbed another of the orders from the kitchen and started walking towards the table it was to go to, but before he had gotten to the table someone suddenly stuck their foot out and he tripped, catching the food of the order he was carrying back on the tray okay without harming it, but there had unfortunately been a drink on the tray as well, which fell to the floor and spilled all over the floor.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath while gritting his teeth as he got up and brushed himself off, picking his tray back up with the food safe and sound on it. He then looked around for one of the cleaners and noticed Hisao nearby. He walked over to him and said "Mister Tadao, I'm sorry for the trouble but could you please clean up the drink that just spilled on the floor over there from someone tripping me? I would do it but I still have to take care of some customers, I apologize!" With his final apology he bowed to Hisao, then walked over to the customer who's order he still held and delivered it to them with a smile, apologizing for the inconvenience and telling them that they will have to for him to go get them a new drink to replace the one that had fallen.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 11:28 pm
⎩ ◣ Ｈisao Ｔadao ◢ ⎭ ◣Think:I wish I was making music...but work is fine.
◣Person: Customers
◣Doing: Mopping away drink!
◣OutOnCelebration:So pumped for the RP >w<
Can't wait to see what UNFOLDS. Lost in his own thoughts while sweeping behind the counters and just being his own presence, Hisao was the man for the moment, at least he would have liked to think so. Breaking point. Takeru had just approached him and asked that he clean up a mess, 'oh great, another one' Hisao muttered internally. Nodding firm, yet soft, Hisao sighed quietly and went to retrieve the mop and bucket. It wasn't his fault that Hisao was a built man who would put modest samurai to shame, it was his blessing.
"You owe me, Takeru..." muttered the six foot tall man as he pulled the bucket and mop towards where Takeru had been and where most likely the fall had occurred.
Dutifully grabbing the mop and wetting it in the bucket and grabbing a wet towel he began to move fluidly, absorbing all the drink- which thankfully wasn't too colored and transporting it into the bucket, leaving a clean, yet wet spot. He rose from his knees and closed his eyes as his arm moved as if by its own will towards the mop.
Initiating the final step, Hisao took the wet mop and began to smother the wet area with cold, clean water and as fluidly as before, picked up a WET SIGN marker and placed it above the wet area and bowed towards the customers and even gave a soft smile as he retreated with his equipment to the back of the cafe.
It wasn't much to be a janitor, but it was at least something to do something. It earned the money and it earned some sort of respect. If Hisao wasn't able to even be able to perform even the shoddiest tasks, what would Hisao have to say in the future? He would not stand to be the man who stood while waiting for smaller peons to do the dirty work, it was rude, unethical, unheard of and especially arrogant. Hisao didn't want that. He didn't want a lot of things, and he wanted others things- but at least he was set in the right path.
Returning to the duty of sweeping the debris coming from the countertops to the ground, Hisao couldn't think of anything other than the music he would create. Heck, he might create something based off the shop! Cosplay Sundays would be a nice hit perhaps, heck maybe even A Nice Mix of Chocolate And Vanilla could be a platinum disk! Dreams were nice...but having dreams become reality was even better....For now Hisao could only dream as he swept away the debris.
As his eyes went from table to table, he noticed a frequent customer...or maybe it wasn't frequent, he really couldn't tell. Maybe she came once, maybe twice- he wouldn't be able to tell, as said before, since he was always in the back, doing who knows what. If Chocolate knew that he had been slacking off in the back playing music and conducting an invisible orchestra, she's have his head...if she could reach it, that is. Anyway, she or he...appealed to Hisao, she or he seemed so...distant, yet easily approachable. That's odd.
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Noir The Confused Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:54 pm
Aeron M. Goldstein ➸"Go ahead, use that joke. Make. My. Day. Because I'll really put an arrow in you're knee."
"And how can I help you today, Master?"  ➸Aeron had been doing her job, serving the customers and taking their orders. It sure was busy today though, since she had to pawn off some of her customers to Takeru. She could vaguely hear Felicia worrying about Mary, but she stayed out of it since she had work. She took down a few orders before taking them up to the cook to trade it for previous orders. With ease, Aeron made her way around the filled cafe, even going out of her way to stay put of the other servers' ways.
As she placed down the person's food and drink, Aeron's thoughts drifted onto the next archery tournament coming up. She couldn't exactly enter, since her bow had to be replaced and she didn't have enough money to replace it at the moment. Still, she could go see it, even if she can't be in it, but know wasn't the time to think about it, she had a job to do.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 5:50 pm
If I had to choose a rose, in this garden of romance,
Maybe we could take this chance...maybe you're my love...   Chieko was hurriedly bouncing from table to table, greeting each customer with a sunny smile on her face. ”And how are you today?” she asked cheerfully, addressing a customer. “Good!” the person responded. The girl hurried back to the kitchen to serve an order that a table had requested, and brought a different pastry to another customer with a sweet smile. It was rather busy here today. Since it was the weekend, most of the butlers and maids were present here today, working, including Chieko. As she was passing by a table, she noticed someone purposely stick their foot out to trip Takeru. The female frowned and went over to confront the secretly laughing boy. ”Hey you, you shouldn’t do that. We work hard to serve customers and make them happy and I don’t think you realize that,” she began sternly. The male in question snickered and whispered among his friends. Chieko let out a sigh, and hoping that her point had been taken, left to take another order.
After passing by the troublemakers a second time, the exact same boy stuck out his foot again, making Chieko fall and land on the wet floor. Annoyed, she got up, patting down her dress. Luckily enough, Chieko wasn’t carrying anything. ”Che. Y-you haven’t seen me mad yet! You better apologize and if you try the same thing again, you won’t be very welcome here!” This being one of the few times she got angry, the boy profusely apologized, and Chieko, satisfied, left to serve more orders. Ah, I didn’t realize such people came here, she thought. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
☼ooc: ~
Tomorrow's far away; let's place our hope in today.
Just you and me in a beautiful spring...and we'll always fall in love, again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 6:42 pm
 Noah came out of the staff room already in his proper suiting, he greeted the other staff as he pulled his hair to it's proper way "Hello everyone, madams and gentlemen". Noah's watch ticked every second as he came to greeting the customers as his french accent with his greetings. Noah took some orders and served a few. He saw MaryAnne and greeted her as well "How do you do MaryAnne, I hope your doing well." As Noah came to serving a woman her drink he felt very weak and had to cough lightly. The woman asked if he was fine and Noah reassured her he was alright. Noah's "condition" wasn't too much of a burden but, from time to time he hoped it Felica and the others wouldn't notice. He smiled and carried on with his daily task of checking on how the other butlers were doing. Also Noah hoped that cosplay Sunday wouldn't be to severe as for he hoped he wouldn't be wearing any dresses like the other times. He was very mindful that people knew he was a man even though of his womanly appearance. He smiled nevertheless and hoped for a good day.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:48 pm
ＭＡＲＹＡＮＮＥ ＭＩＬＬＥＲ  "Welcome! My name is MaryAnne, but please call me Anne!"≾❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀≿"Thank you for stopping by! Have a nice day!", MaryAnne said in her British accent as she waved goodbye to a couple who left with their leftover drinks and pastries. She welcomed a group of friends as they entered the cafe, then escorted them to an empty table. As she waited for them to decide on their drinks, she glanced back when Noah greeted her. "I'm quite fine thank you! I hope your doing fine as well", she replied with a kind smile. She turned her attention back to the three friends when they were ready to order. As she wrote down the drinks on her notepad, she heard someone fall down with a thud. She glanced back to see that someone tripped Chieko. She quickly looked back at her notepad, scribbled the last drink down, assured the group that she would return with their drinks shortly, and went as quickly as she could over to Chieko without going so fast that she would slide and fall onto the wet floor. "Are you alright Chieko? Your not badly hurt anywhere are you?", she asked with a concerned look on her face and worry in her voice. She knew that it wasn't like Chieko got a broken leg or arm when she fell, but MaryAnne wanted to make sure that she was alright either way. She couldn't just stand by and move on like nothing happened, and even the smallest injuries shouldn't be ignored! After she was assured that Chieko was alright, MaryAnne went to fetch the drinks and let Chieko return to her customers. 'I can't believe people actually do those kind of things. What could they possibly enjoy from that? It's just rude, insensitive, and hurts others!', she thought as she filled up two cups with Sprite and Dr. Pepper. 'That's right', she thought as she prepared a strawberry and banana smoothie for the last cup. 'I wonder what we're doing for Cosplay Sunday', she wondered as she waited for the smoothie to finish blending. When the smoothie was done, she glanced over at Yasu as he entered the kitchen. "Hello Yasu! How are you today?", she asked with a friendly smile. ≾❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀≿❀❀≾O.O.C: ≿❀❀
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 12:13 pm
★---------βeke--╰╮--ϩchmitterling---------★  ----------------------------------
【.....Beke wiped down the table for the next customer to come in. Though many mistook her for being a waitress she would simply direct their attention and business to Anne or someone else that much more capable of taking orders. With Beke's thick German accent it would seem impossible to really take orders or read off the menu like most customers would do if they wanted to hear the specials.
"Some tables 're a clear!" she called out to the others and took the dirty dishes to the back to be cleaned. By the way she spoke many could tell she did not know english properly making some laugh at her or feel pity since no one could understand her unless from the land. Anne was lucky, her accent was much easier to understand and so were the others that she worked with. Beke let out an annoyed breath of air and got back to work.
While carrying all the dishes Beke must have not seen what was in front of her or had been distracted by someone walking into the cafe. Distracted was the answer, she saw a few customers walk in a few boys and a few girls but only one stood out among the crowd and while being distracted Beke tripped over her own two feet. Thank goodness she as in the kitchen and no customers saw her epic fail. With some plates cracked here and there the girl quickly picked up the undamaged ones and the broken glass. Since it was her job to clean. "I'M SO SORRY!!!!!" she stated in perfect english and promised to pay for them, if not that she could always fix them with glue.
Beke was thankful she was able to work here and that some were familiar faces but if this keeps going she doubts any of them will hold on to her and she will be out of a job. .....】
---------------------------------- ⇢Where am I?: Cafe's kitchen
⇢What am I doing?: cleaning up my mess...again
⇢What am I thinking?"I have to get better at this I just have to!!"
⇢ooc:
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 5:08 pm
☽【 ding 】☾ They try to measure the depths of all the scars that we have
And try to prove to us that life could be so much more
But if you'd only stop and take a look around
You'd know we're all the same ┏━━━━━━━━━❂ ✢♍✢ ❂━━━━━━━━━┓
Ding…
The small ornate bell that rested above the entrance door rang as a slender young man slipped through the entranceway. His dark black locks laid just over his brow and a pair of spectacles rested on the bridge of his sharp nose. A dull set of black moons scanned the cafe as a faint smile eased onto his features. He nudged his silver rims up his nose and helped himself to a seat, his favorite seat. Everyday it was the same; he woke up, went to school, and came straight to this cafe. Even life at the cafe went by script; he sat at the same table, requested the same maid, and ordered the same dish And since many of the customers were returnees, it was rare to see a new face. A uniform order was what this college freshman valued the most; anything that came up out of the blue, he was less than prepared for it.
The young man pulled out a tablet from his bland bookbag, typed in a passcode, and opened up an application with a wall of text. At the very top of the tablet screen the name of its owner, Daichi Konjo, illuminated in white. His dark orbs traveled across the dining area; it was decorated very cheerfully and cutely, butlers and maids pranced about serving their faithful customers. An obvious attraction to girls and otaku alike, especially since it was a csoplay cafe, but anime wasn't much of Daichi's type, in truth, he was here to steal a glimpse of a certain person. But his object of interest was not in sight, the source of his muse for this particular story. Without this particular whitenette maid, his mind wouldn't come up with the flow he needed. That was always how Daichi was, his writing skills were always strong but he was never happy with what his muse gave unless he had a particular object - or in this case, person - in his sight. He let out a hefty sigh, the dark locks that gently cradled his face shifting with his movement. And almost as if it were a cue, a thud followed by the strident sound of breaking china was heard. "Well this certainly wasn't expected." he thought as he arose from his seat. Daichi began to amble towards the kitchen, ignorant of some of the staffs' odd looks and calls after him.
The young man nudged the door open with his fair hand and slipped into the backroom, his dull black moons focused on the green haired stranger before him. He nudged his glasses forward with his forefinger, "That's quite a mess you have there." His voice was insipid and his expression was lifeless, both something that anyone would forget within minutes.
┗━━━━━━━━━❂ ✢♍✢ ❂━━━━━━━━━┛✒ How he feels:"Where is Mary?"✑ Notes: Probably rambled a bit but I hope it's still easy to work with! ♡✒ Word Count:472✑ Quotes: Voice Claim... koma'n :: (1) (2)
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:34 am
  ＡＹＵＭＵ ＨＯＳＨＩＮＯｔｈｅ ｌａz ｙ ｓｗｅｅｔ ｔｈｉｅｆ❢✖ｗｈｅｒｅ ｅｖｅｒ ａｍ ｉ ‽
In the ever so wonderful cafe! emotion_bigheart
✖ ｗｈｏ ｅｖｅｒ ｉｓ ｈｅｒｅ ‽
All of the usual customers...but i'm looking for Miss Chocolate
✖ ｗｈａｔ ｅｖｅｒ ａｍ ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ‽
Maybe if I ask nicely miss Chocolate will give me a free treat... He was running, running again from those horrible boys that always bothered him whenever he walked out of his house. Not like it was a problem, he was much faster then most of them, but even though it was a Saturday, Ayumu Hoshino, high school freshman, was being chased down by giant beasts who's only goal was to abuse him. There was of course, one place that he could always go to where he wouldn't have to deal with all of the dumb upperclassmen that bothered him daily, the beloved cafe that he had been going to for awhile now. It was just around the corner from where he was and those hoodlums were getting closer. Ayumu continued to run until the cute little building was in sight. The boy ran right in through the doors and fell to the floor, taking in deep breaths of the sweet smelling treats that filled the cafe. He was safe from all harm, only because the other boys thought that the cafe was to girly to be seen in. The flaming haired boy slowly stood back up and looked around at all of the costumers sitting in their booths and enjoying their delicious treats. Speaking of treats, all of that running sure could tire someone out. Ayumu's stomach began to growl loudly, making some of the costumers stare at him for a moment or two. He had to do something about his sweet craving stomach.
"Oh Miss Chocolate!" He called out loudly with that sweet begging face of his. He turned around to look for her and found her speaking to Touma. Ayumu knew almost every maid and butler that worked here at the cafe, he had done his homework. Putting a small smile on his face and taking the hood off from his head, he walked over to Felicia and Toruma and hugged Felicia tightly. It was a little funny to him how much taller he was then her even though she was six years older. When he let go of Felicia he waved his hand slightly and laughed, "Morning!" Ayumu happily said, maybe a little to loud. "Morning to you as well, Toruma." Staring at Toruma now, he could understand why a bunch of girls at his school were head over heels crazy about him. Girls were odd.
He turned back to Felicia and began to get excited once more, "Do you have any free samples or leftovers?! Do ya? Doooo ya?" Ayumu asked like he always did. Since he really never had money, he would usually just eat the left over sweets that no one bought that day or the free samples that were about to go bad.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 6:03 pm
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◤ The light-blue haired young man got out of the bus, and walked tiredly to his friend's workplace, a cafe. Junpei was over the edge of collapsing from the hard work, he is intern in an all arts studio, where they develop the next big thing in art, even movies and video games ideas, and very...VERY early morning classes. Junpei loosed his tie a bit, as he walked into the cafe, see only one face that was familiar to him, which was Touma, his childhood friend. Though he didn't apporched him, seeing as he was busy chatting with a dark haired girl, who now apporched by a red-haired boy.
Junpei sighed, as he took a seat down in a isolated table by the window. He took out a notepad, followed along with pen, and he began to write away. 'Touma would probably kill me if I don't talk to someone...' he thought, putting the pen on his right ear, as he began to think what to write next, he was working on a new script for a romance senenrio, but unfortunatly he lacked a lot in the romance department since he had never been a relationship, let alone having a crush on someone. Junpei sighed softly and looked around the cafe, trying to find an image of inspiration, but nothing came into his mind. He passed a hand through his light blue hair, feeling irratated that it was easy for other people to create a romance or a small fling. 'Maybe Touma could help me out with this...err..But, I don't want to bother him though, I'm sure he's busy.' he thought, taking the pen behind his ear and began to write a bit more describeable words for the scene.
"This sucks..."he said softly, looking down at the page. His throat became a bit dry, from the effects long hours of no drinking, cause of running around long and wide offices with piles of papers. He looked up from his notepad, and gulped a bit wondering who will be asisting him. He sighed softly, trying to get prepared for when he would speak to someone.
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~Writing is my art, and someday these words will become a daybreaking reality~
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