Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20150109051835

The aromatic scent of freshly ground coffee escorted itself around a homely coloured room decorated with chic table tops, chairs and black tiled flooring. Clean, slate-coloured walls took pride in themselves with an occasional azure blue line to break the tone and fresh blackboards with neatly written texts that displayed the nameds of available food items and beverages.



Below those, a selection of various antique looking pieces of equipment all of which were steaming with assorted liquids and fragrant extracts. A flawless white countertop separated the machines from the rest of the room and a glass display filled with appetizing and elaborate treats placed itself in the medium of the countertop to attract anyone with an appetite.



This... is a café.

Indeed, this is a café.

A café.

A place to relax.

A place to talk.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">And a place to weep.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Simply, a café.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">But most important of all, it is a place of expression, where creativity can blossom in whatever could be considered an art form.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This… is The Heart <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">á <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> la Mode Café.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I would beg to differ.” <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">the sentence on a notepad read.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You should probably stop trying to read my monologues then.” a boy retorted.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">At a table close to the glass display, an odd looking couple sat, having, what seems to be, a one-sided conversation. A coned glass filled with a milk based drink, whipped cream, a single cherry and two straws accompanied by a heart shaped red velvet cake sat between them.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The girl was moderately tall, with black, shoulder-length hair complimented with a pair of cyan hairpins. Her eyes lit up with a strange violet hue that came on as strong and cold. She wore well ironed collared shirt with the same colour pallet as the room and a pair of jean short-shorts. The words.”Heart <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">á <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> la Mode Café” could be read on the right breast pocket of the shirt. Over that, an unforgetable white-exterior, red-interior trench coat laced in crimson and what appears to be blood, nuzzled itself comfortably on her shoulders.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So...who did you <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">accidently <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">cut this time?” The boy asked in a defeated tone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It is not blood,” <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">the sentence of the notepad read, “ <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">it is icing from the red velvet cake I made for us.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The boy was of decent build. Not a person who exercises for certain, but not one to indulge themselves to be considered overweight. He sported hard, dark black hair and relatively small brown eyes that borderline black. He looked like any other person on the street; moderately dressed in a plaid patterned collar shirt that consisted of mostly shades and tints and a pair of moderately expensive, purposely roughed up, designer navy jeans with a trace of tan to give it a dirty colour. The person obviously feels comfortable the way he looks in public.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well… it’s very nice, Rayne... actually, it's quite concerning that your red icing looks like blood.” <ac_metadata title="Heart to Heart (RP with Dust-Chan and Hype-Kun)"> </ac_metadata>