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Post by Lucas Marino on Aug 26, 2012 22:53:04 GMT -5
After School Coffee
An Open Roleplay
Just after school time, Afternoon After a tiring day of sitting in class and listening to lectures, it is always a good idea to reload on energy. So it was for Lucas as he entered a nearby cafe along with his bodyguard accompaniment. There were a few students from the school... well, the ones that happen to be some overtime studiers. One thing was for sure, hard working students are always a welcoming sight for him. "Konnichiwa! Do you speak English?" Lucas greeted as he and his bodyguard made it to the order counter. Once the affirmative came from the employee, Lucas turned his head to his bodyguard, "What should I get? There's a big selection." The bodyguard looked down at Lucas tenderly, then gave a stony look at the cafe employee, "HEY! Why didn't you make a simpler menu for Mr. Marino?! Such poor advertising must be puni-" Lucas nudged the bodyguard's arm lightly, "No, no, no! Don't say such things, Ms. Lemone. Just pick something for me." With another happy glance to the boy, the bodyguard scanned the menu and pointed at a certain fruit drink, then gave the timid employee a hard look, "Fruit Punch Deluxe! Now!" "Ahh... you really should cool down..." Lucas sighed, he shook his head, "I'm going to get a seat now, Ms. Lemone." |
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Post by Erica Maus on Aug 27, 2012 0:00:08 GMT -5
Erica lifted her head from the book that lay open on the table before her to inspect the noise coming from the register of the little local café. She understood the words of both the young boy and the rough-talking woman who was with him. The way that the lady acted made her smile; it was amusing to watch, though she felt bad for the cashier who had been the target of the woman's apparent frustrations...
Although there weren't many people around and plenty of other open seats, Erica called to the boy in English: "Would you like to sit with me?" It was a little lonely being by herself, and Erica would never pass up an opportunity to make a new friend.
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Aug 28, 2012 21:56:18 GMT -5
“Takashi is busy Usa-chan,” Mitsukuni told the bunny that dangled from his arms as he walked. It was very, very rare for him to go out like this without Takashi. Okay, so he did it without asking first. Takashi didn't need to worry about him. There was nothing that could happen to him in while he was out on his own that he couldn't handle. He examined every bit of the street that he walked by, finding where the higher class area met those of the lower class. There was a popular cafe that some of the girls in class wanted him to try on this street. Who knows, maybe he would see one of his classmates there.
He entered the building to see a few of the all to familiar pale yellow dresses at the table. He was right in guessing that other students would be there. He walked to the counter and looked at the rows of sweets with glistening eyes; everything looks so miraculous. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of it all. “Usa-chan. Which should we get? The chocolate cake looks really good, but the cupcakes are so fluffy looking. And look, look,” he pointed at one of them in particular that had two small ears pointing out of it. “This one looks like you~”
He could get one of everything, but Takashi would get mad if he found out. “Maybe Takashi wouldn't be mad if I got one for him too,” he mumbled; the boys hand lifted to his mouth as he pondered. The woman at the counter waiting patiently for him tot finally reach his decision. |
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Post by Lucas Marino on Aug 29, 2012 18:14:31 GMT -5
At the welcoming greeting the girl in the corner stated, Lucas happily nodded toward her, "Oh, sure! I guess I can..." The short boy made his way toward the girl in a moment and sat down on one of the seats, "What's your name?"
Of course, the invitation was not unnoticed by the strict bodyguard. The hawk-like gaze moved from the fretful cashier to the girl. This unknown girl must be out of her league to address the young master like that!
Well, upon further inspection, the bodyguard discovered it was but a fellow rich student. Ah, that shouldn't be too bad... but still, you can never trust anyone... as far as she knew. Soon enough, the FPD (Fruit Punch Deluxe) was taken to her, and briskly served to her client.
"Your Fruit Punch Deluxe," said Ms. Lemone, she placed the drink on the table endearingly toward Lucas, "Please enjoy."
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Post by Erica Maus on Aug 30, 2012 19:08:18 GMT -5
Erica took the louder, older woman's sharp looks with a cheerful smile, and let her attention fall naturally upon the boy that joined her at the table. "I'm Erica~," she replied to the boy's question in her usual bubbly, confident way.
"It's not too usual to find someone else that speaks English around here," she said, observing the way that the razor-eyed woman softened visibly in her actions when she gave the boy his drink. Almost motherly, but not quite. She seemed a bit too protective to be a mother. Erica drew herself out of her thoughts and cast a glance around the area, taking note of a young-looking boy, likely a child, who sat alone at a table, talking with a pink stuffed rabbit. She smiled and settled her blue-eyed gaze back on her new company. "Where are you from?" she asked as she reached in front of her to close the book that she had been reading and moving it off to the side.
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Post by Lucas Marino on Aug 31, 2012 0:46:21 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm from America. California, you know, Hollywood. My name's Lucas," Lucas grinned, he gratefully took the fruit punch and made a short sip. "Where are you from, Erica?" His legs dangled from the chair he sat on.
Ms. Lemone looked over toward the corner of the cafe where a younger looking boy of similar stature sat, playing with his bunny toy. Did Ouran hold an elementary school program as well? She didn't see any younger children around inside the school. But she had to admit, that child was rather cute.
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Post by Erica Maus on Sept 2, 2012 11:45:44 GMT -5
"Oh, wow," Erica tilted her head and looked a little starstruck. "Hollywood," she echoed in an awed voice. "So are you an actor, then?" Perhaps it was a generalization that everyone from Hollywood was involved in some sort of theatrical occupation. Actors, directors, singers, dancers...that's where everyone went to become famous, right? Lucas definitely looked like he could be an actor.
"I was born in Germany~," she continued without waiting for an answer for her first question. "But I moved to Japan with my father when I was a baby. We do go back to visit sometimes, but not very often." A slight sadness flickered in her eyes for half a second, but her smile never left her face. Her past may be rough, but she wouldn't let it get to her. Everyone had problems. Some, more than others. But she shouldn't complain, especially with all that she had today regardless of her history.
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Post by Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka on Sept 2, 2012 11:56:54 GMT -5
A very tall male entered the small coffee shop, his dark eyes scanning the few patrons at their tables before they settled upon the small blonde boy. To most, he would appear emotionless, but his cousin could probably tell just how out-of-sorts he was.
Takashi made his way over to where Mitsukuni sat alone with Usa-chan and set a hand on the little boy's head. "Mitsukuni," he addressed his cousin in his typical deep voice before pulling a vacant chair out from the table and sitting. He had been worrying about the boy all afternoon, wondering where he was and if he was safe. Things were better now. Mitsukuni was unharmed and happy.
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Sept 2, 2012 19:23:09 GMT -5
The boy swung his legs out before him as he waited for his food. He had settled for a white cake with strawberry crème filling. It wasn't just a slice or two that he had ordered either. Mitsukuni had ordered himself a whole cake. Skeptical looks had been given by the few staff members there, but they were soon hushed by his offering of money. This kid was serious. Who were they to turn down a profit anyway? Any smart business wouldn't.
Unfortunately for him, they didn't have an entire cake ready at the moment. Mitsukuni didn't mind waiting there for a little while. Cake didn't take too long to make nor did it take too long to eat. Especially when he had Usa-chan to share it with.
The voice of his cousin lit up his eyes. “Takashi~,” he cried happily but with also a bit of hidden worry in his voice. “I am sorry if I worried you,” he mumbled with his eyes looking to the ground shyly. He never liked to make Takashi worry about him. “But you were busy and Usa-chan and I wanted some cake! Did you want a piece? It shouldn't take too long.”
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Post by Rima Shimizu on Sept 2, 2012 20:30:26 GMT -5
Rima walked into the doors of the cafe. A pair of white head phones hanging from her ears as she messed with the music player in her hand. Her petite form was dressed in the pale yellow dresses that were traditional for girls of Ouran Academy. She had her brown hair up in a ponytail and a pair of white on her legs with white tennis shoes on her feet. Shutting of the music that was ringing in her ears, the third year girl pulled the buds from her ears. Paying no real attention to the other people in the room as she wandered up to the counter.
While looking at the many drinks offered by the establishment the teen really had no idea of what to get. After staring at the menu for a few moments Rima finally decided on an iced green tea drink with soy milk and a warm chocolate chip cookie. She was making an attempt to be rather simple in her food and beverage choices since she noticed many of the staff rushing around trying to make what seemed like a rather large cake. Who could be eating something that big? The seventeen year old just shook her head at the though as she received her order and walked to a small table at the back of the room to sit, sipping her tea quietly along the way.
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Post by Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka on Sept 2, 2012 23:12:26 GMT -5
"Ah," Takashi replied in his usual way to his cousin's question. Sure, he'd take a piece, but it would likely be Mitsukuni who ate it. Takashi didn't have the same fondness for sweets that the smaller boy did.
He watched quietly as the bakers bustled around in the kitchen, which was visible from anywhere in the café due to the venue's layout. Mitsukuni must have ordered an entire cake, which was no surprise to him. Even more expected would be a second, and possibly a third. The boy could sit and eat just about everything that was in stock at this little café. But that was Mitsukuni. There was a slight hint of a smile in his eyes as they passed over his cousin in a casual way, then briefly scanned the rest of the room from where he sat.
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Sept 3, 2012 0:43:05 GMT -5
“Are you looking for anybody we know Takashi?” Mitsukuni said, standing upon the chair to see a decent amount of the customers here. His hand went to his forehead as he scanned the area. There were familiar pink dresses and blue suits all over the place, but not too many of the faces were noticeable to him. That, however, didn't mean that he didn't know anybody. Mitsuki always knew at least somebody. He waved his hand in the air to point out a girl in particular. “Takashi look! It's Shimizu-chan,” he replied happily.
Usa-chan's hand was taken in his own before he jumped from the chair and set off towards the student. She would visit the club from time to time. She was in the Martial Arts club too. He never heard her talk too much, but she was always focused on what she had set out before her. Mitsukuni stood before the table and set Usa-chan upon it to look over her sweet treat. “Good afternoon Shimizu-chan. Takashi and I are eating cake. Do you want to join us for some?” He never noticed her eat too much of it at the club though. His arms spread out above his head as he spoke about the cake, showing and exaggeration of the size of it. “Usa-chan and I are going to see how fast we can eat it.” |
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Post by Rima Shimizu on Sept 3, 2012 1:57:31 GMT -5
Rima about jumped out of her skin when she took notice of a very familiar pair in the cafe. One of them in particular made her catch her breath. Seeing that the small blonde was coming her way made her freeze in place and start to shake a bit. All the blood rushed to her face when she heard Mitsukuni say her name. She could hear the pounding of her heart in her ears and every hair on her skin seemed to stand up with each step that her classmate took towards her. Her brown orbs were trained on Honey's form as she tried to stand up. Only for her to end up falling back down in her seat again.
The brown haired girl tried her best to gather her emotions. She took a deep breath and looked at Mitsukuni with a soft smile on her lips. Rima ended up sipping on her tea when the blonde started to describe what it is that he wanted to do with the cake that he ordered. The third year student tried hard to keep her composure in front of the host club member. How was it that she had the luck to run into the one person she admired so much. She really pondered a bit on what to say as she watched his actions. ”Uh.....Sure Honey. I would love to come enjoy some sweets with you and your bunny. Although I have an order of cookies for myself to enjoy that is on the way. I would be more than happy to share them with you if you like.” She was fortunate to be able to keep the tone in her voice relatively calm. Although it did nothing to hide the blush glowing on her cheek.
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Post by Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka on Sept 3, 2012 10:12:08 GMT -5
He had indeed been looking for any other familiar faces. The question asked by his cousin was more of a rhetorical one; the boy had already known. Takashi watched quietly as Mitsukuni took his bunny and bounded off towards one of his occasional clients from the Host Club. The shy one. She'd never really spoken much, and always seemed to be nervous about one thing or another. Even now when Mitsukuni had approached her, she seemed to freeze up and tremble. Huh.
The only solutions he could think of at the moment were that either she was intimidated by Takashi's presence (it wouldn't make sense for her to be scared of his shorter, cuter counterpart), or she had affections for Mtsukuni and was simply nervous because of it whenever he was around her. He'd be able to figure it out soon enough, though.
During Mitsukuni's absence from the table, a pair of waitresses had begun hauling the finished cake over towards the table. It was huge, but not too big for Mitsukuni. He'd definitely be making quick work of this one.
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Sept 3, 2012 23:00:10 GMT -5
The response that the girl had given him was the cause of a great sense of delight. Shimizu-chan had even thrown in a cookie, or two, for him to eat. Mitsukuni gave a cute, wide grin to show his excitement before he grabbed a hold of Rima's arm. His action pulled her to her feet and then he proceeded to pull her over to the table that he and Takashi shared. The fact that she wouldn't be there to get her cookies delivered to her went a bit over his head. Of course, they would always be able to seek her out.
“Takashi~ Takashi!” he called to his cousin, with a wave. “Shimizu-chan is going to join us for cake! Oh wow. It's so big,” he squealed, drooling over the baked good that could seen in the distance. He stopped a bit short of the table and looked to the chairs. His hand fell to his lips as he processed the best spot for Rima to sit. Mitsukuni wanted to sit by Takashi. Takashi could take care of him and Usa-chan, so Usa-chan should sit across from Mitsukuni. So that left the seat to his right for Rima. Politely, Honey pulled out the chair for the classmate and gave it a pat. “You can sit right here between me and Usa-chan. It's so nice to eat with friends. Don't you think so Takashi?” |
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