An RP anyone can join in on!
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Thread Topic: An RP anyone can join in on!
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Open prompt starter: [Enter your OC's name here] was simply relaxing inside of a cafe' so you can get some free WiFi and have some tasty treats with caffeine. You were waiting for your server to arrive and finally she does. "So sorry for the delay." She whips out a notepad with a mechanical pencil, ready to jot down your order. "What would you like to have on this lovely morning?"
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Willace folded his menu, looking up at the server with a pleasant smile. The sun and moon earrings dangling from his ears swayed cheerfully as he turned his head. "I think I'll have just a vanilla latte, please. Extra whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon, if you'll be so kind."
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Anastasia flashed her cheery smile. "A mocha latte, please. Iced, extra mocha please." Her bright purple eyes glowed happily and she tossed her thick black braid over her shoulder. "Oh, and a chocolate croissant, please."
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"You know what? Make that two chocolate croissants. I'd like one as well," Willace said brightly. The sun made his honey-coloured eyes look even warmer as he ran his hair through his scruffy brown curls with a hint of awkwardness.
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Garret sat, and just casually said, like it wasn't even remotely abnormal, "I'd like uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (this continues for two minutes) Black Coffee with some hhhhhhhhhhhhh (another 3 minutes) 3 boneless Cinnamon buns."
Honestly, with the face he was making, you probably wouldn't realize he was messing with you. Mostly, he just wanted to see what would happen if he did this. -
Eudora looked up at the waitress. “I’ll take a coffee with as much sugar as your boss lets you put in.”
Her giant hoop earring danced playfully beside her face as she hastily tied back her unruly red hair. “Plus a single strawberry, thank you.” -
Anthony looked at his menu, slapping it on the table forcefully. "I want the cookies, with a mocha latte." He dropped his head on the backrest of the chair he had been sitting in, wearily looking at the lights above him.
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Willace, deciding that the others would likely take it from here, opened up his sketchbook to draw. He tapped his pencil against the blank paper, looking around the table for a muse. He would have drawn Eudora if he had colour, but the monochrome pallette didn't seem suitable for her. Anastasia, on the other hand, was made for it. Satisfied with his decision, he leaned back in his chair and got to work.
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Anastasia shifted, tossing her head. She flashed a smile at Willace before turning to look out the window. "It's rather nice out, don't you think?" She asked, her voice lightly accented.
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Willace glanced up from his sketchbook, looking around to see if Anastasia was talking to anyone else before answering. "It is. A little chilly, but I don't mind the cold."
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She lightly tapped the table absentmindedly, putting her cheek in her hand and biting her bottom lip.
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The server scribbled down all of their requests, trying to keep up with what each of them are saying. Feeling flustered, she quietly mumbles to herself what their orders were. Looking back up at them, she nods, "Coming right up!" Her perky facade was convincing but the deep, dark eyebags say otherwise. Hustling back off to the kitchen, giving the notepad paper to her coworkers. -
The server seemed overwhelmed. Obviously not by the customers, but by something else instead. Perhaps a more personal eternal battle within this usually energetic 5'4 female. You notice that each employee was wearing some variety of a pastel uniform. Light button-up top, dark trousers/slacks or pleated skirt. The server was wearing a pale pastel mint green button-up shirt with golden buttons, with dark forest green trousers. Her reddish brown hair pulled back into a tightly coiled but frizzy ponytail. The golden nametag pinned to her shirt was crooked but you could read that it said, "Olive" on it. Permanent mud stains her black high tops. A few stray leaves in her hair. She was a mess, but trying to stay strong for the sake of not driving away her minimum wage paycheck.
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Anastasia tilted her head, watching out the window, a small smile on her face. She didn't bother much about looking at the server's appearance, but focused on the recent death of a close friend.
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Willace returned his attention to his sketchbook, humming a song he had played on the violin earlier as he drew more defining lines. He glanced up at his muse now and then, sketching and lining and shading until he was satisfied. His drawing was complete; he closed the sketchbook and rested it on the table, drumming his fingers on the cover.
"So," he began, nervously running his fingers through his hair out of habit, as he spoke to the others at the table in an attempt to break the ice. "How's everybody been?"
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