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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 6:30 pm
ғяαиcє ❤ ғιαscσ! ❥Our story takes place in Paris, France - the famous city of romance and music. In this happy city, there is a very coffee shop. It has no specific name - to the locals, it is merely known as "The Coffee Shop". It's known for its excellent service and friendly workers - even if there are only four workers, including the boss.
[ A ] has started working at this cheerful shop ever since high school, and continues in her college days. She loves the place, and treats it as her second home seeing that she's an orphan.
One day, [ B ], who is new to Paris, finds himself drawn to this cozy little coffee shop and they meet. It was dislike at first sight. They were polar opposites. She was cheerful, he was quiet; she was poor, he was rich; she was born in France, he was a foreigner; she was kind, he was blunt. The only thing the two shared in common was their love for music. But they even differed there. While no doubt [ B ] was talented, [ A ] was not able to play as well as he did. They disliked each other at first - he thought she was annoying, she thought he was rude. But somehow, [ B ] found himself returning to the coffee shop everyday, and [ A ] found herself talking with [ B ] whenever she bumped into him at school.
However, they're both too stubborn to admit they could be falling for the other. However, not all is well with [ B ]. Due to issues with his father, he may have to leave Paris sooner than he thinks - maybe even leave the country. Their friends and classmates are determined to push the two together before that happens.  Storyline belongs to- Iced_Chocolatte_Coffee
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 7:09 pm
 icedcoffee Kanon ↷ L ` O u v e r t u r e !coffee"Falling in love is easy! It's falling out of love that takes a while..."BASICScoffee✖ role ⇀ [ A ]coffee✖ gender ⇀ femalecoffee✖ age ⇀ nineteencoffee✖ occupation ⇀ student // part-time worker coffee✖ employed ⇀ the coffee shopAPPEARANCEcoffee✖ hair ⇀ black pigtailscoffee✖ eyes ⇀ deep sky bluecoffee✖ height ⇀ 5'3"coffee✖ weight ⇀ 93 lbs DETAILScoffee✖ ethnicity ⇀ frenchcoffee✖ known languages ⇀ french, english, italian coffee✖ instruments ⇀ violin and right-hand bit of pianocoffee✖ personality ⇀ Kanon is relatively carefree and optimistic. She can be described as rather strange at times, but in the end her heart's a good one. Kanon is cheerful and can be found smiling and laughing most of the time. She hates to depend on others and prefers to keep her inner turmoil to herself. Outgoing and always friendly, it's hard to irritate her and most people find her easy to get along with. Kanon tends to be slightly childish at times, however.coffee✖ history ⇀ Born into a poor family at birth, Kanon's father single-handedly raised her after her mother died. Kanon was only three at the time. However, despite their poverty, Kanon's father taught her to be kind to others and keep a positive outlook on life. Ever since she's turned fifteen, Kanon has been working at the Coffee Shop to ease the financial burden. And from her time there, she's gotten to know most of their regular customers and her fellow co-workers. She received her violin as a present from her father during fourth grade, where she took orchestra classes at the school and learned the basics. From there, it was mostly self-taught for her; occasionally, every now and then, her friends would teach her, and Kanon's learned just about enough to be accepted into the university orchestra.coffee✖ extras ⇀ will fill in later« Iced_Chocolatte_Coffee ⋆
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 7:34 pm
Username: Scarlet Executor Name: Victor Humminbird Age: 20 Occupation: Student Personality: Blunt, Quiet, Cold and usually keeps to himself Likes: Books, Cafe's, flowers, coffee and teas, fruits and bats Dislikes: Strong sunny days, Loud people, arrogant people Known Languages: French, English, Latin and Russian History: Victor has always wanted to study in France since he was a little boy. He wanted to own a nice cafe one day. When he was accepted into the college of his dreams, he couldn't be happier. He didn't really like being rich and snotty like some of his so called 'friends'. He always enjoys the time in the cafe, reading a nice book with a perfect coffee. But, what was he going to do with the crazy waitress who was his classmate? Instruments: Cello and vocal 
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:19 pm
coffee ` s SIDE ⋆ chara ⇀ cters  xxxname // Anastasia (ana - stah - syah) Vakhrushevxxxnickname // Anniexxxage // nineteenxxxgender // femalexxxrole // Kanon's friendxxxethnicity // russianxxxoccupation // studentxxxlanguages spoken // english, french, russianxxxsocial status // richxxxother // none xxxname // (first, last)xxxnickname // (nicknames)xxxage // (spelled out)xxxgender // (female/male)xxxrole // (character position)xxxethnicity // (country)xxxoccupation // (student/part-time worker/full-time worker)xxxlanguages spoken // (languages)xxxsocial status // (rich/average/poor)xxxother // (misc)
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 5:53 pm
reserved f o r ⋆ coffee ⇀ chan xxxsome ` thing IMPORTANT
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:09 pm
xxxlocation ↩ Paris ●● FRANCExxxtime ↩ 2:30 P.M. ●● AFTERNOONxxxcharacter starting points ↩ KANON ●● in photography class ⇀ heading to orchestra in about five minutes ⇀will going to work in after orchestra ends (approx. 3:30 ) xxxcharacter starting points ↩ VICTOR ●● in ______ class ⇀ heading to orchestra in about five minutes ⇀will going to the coffee shop after orchestra ends (approx. 3:30 ) xxx⋆ TIME SKIP arrangements ↩ arrival at orchestra - first 5-10 minutes of class ● to ● one minute before dismissal - then onward to the coffee shop
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:22 pm
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A u t u m n is at the w a t e r s i d e , winter l u r k s at the treetop
There's a boundless k i n d n e s s deep in the w o r l d
Every t i m e when night comes, let's o f f e r a prayer
Let's quietly g r e e t the day to c o m e tomorrow
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testing xxxxxxxxxxY o u can always return h e r e [OOC: ... ]
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Oh, a v o i c e calling out from far, f a r away guides me
As if it s m i l e s , as if it s i n g s , the sound of w i n d echoes
J o y and s o r r o w , I hold everything c l o s e while I'm w a l k i n g
They're things t h a t firmly join my hand a n d your hand together
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:57 pm
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A u t u m n is at the w a t e r s i d e , winter l u r k s at the treetop
There's a boundless k i n d n e s s deep in the w o r l d
Every t i m e when night comes, let's o f f e r a prayer
Let's quietly g r e e t the day to c o m e tomorrow
╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ C h a s e after a destinationless d r e a mxxxxxxxxxxk a n o n ♠ l ' o u v e r t u r e coffee"Kanon! I need to ask you for a favor!"
coffeeThe said girl cringed as a blue-haired female tackled her, successfully pushing the small girl forward. Kanon nearly dropped the camera in her hands as she stumbled, then she straightened up before eyeing her much taller friend. "What's wrong now, Anastasia?" The pigtailed-girl asked, giving her a curious stare. Her own raven locks were tossed about messily, courtesy of the push she had received from her friend just seconds ago. Bright blue eyes twinkled mischeviously, standing out against the rather pale complexion of the girl. She wore a simple white T-shirt, a blue plaid button-down shirt tossed on top of it with the buttons open, and gray jeans. Kanon always dressed neatly - being poor was not an excuse for being sloppy.
coffeeAnastasia let go of her friend, sitting down in the chair Kanon had abandoned when the latter stood up to take a photograph. Fiddling with her long blue locks, Anastasia met Kanon's waiting gaze nervously. "I'm not sure where to start..." She gestured at the bouquet of flowers next to her. At Kanon's raised eyebrow, Anastasia shrugged hopelessly. "It's about Victor-" and then she heard Kanon sigh. "Okay, I know you don't like him, but still! Can you give him this bouquet for me, since you have orchestra next?" She held up the small bundle of flower for Kanon to see. They were arranged carefully, tied with a dainty white ribbon. Kanon took up the bouquet, eyeing it and frowning.
coffeeYellow acacias...secret love. White clovers..."think of me". Purple pansies..."you occupy my thoughts". Kanon sighed, laying down the bouquet carefully. It didn't take an idiot to realize that her friend was obviously infatuated with Victor Humminbird. Kanon didn't see what was so attractive about him - sure, his voice was great for singing, he was smart, he was rich, he was a great cellist, but she couldn't see beyond that. Kanon thought he was rude, too cold, and just...another one of those rich kids who take everything for granted. "Alright..." she said reluctantly, knowing she could never refuse her friend. She ignored Anastasia's "Thank you so much! I love you!" Rolling her eyes, Kanon pointed one finger at the blue-haired girl. "You, mademoiselle, owe me one." And with that, her friend pranced happily out of the classroom.
coffeeWhen the professor dismissed the class, she carefully put away her camera before slinging her bag over one shoulder and heading out. Her black violin case swung in one hand cheerfully as Kanon pushed open the double doors with her other hand. Stepping into the concert hall, she walked silently down the theater seats until she reached the front four rows. Already, there were cases and bags strewn there and her fellow musicians were getting into their seats on the stage. Kanon glanced at the bouquet. Now where was Victor...? Setting it to one side, she opened her case and took out her violin, tuning it carefully before picking up her music sheets and a pencil. Music and violin in one hand, bouquet in the other, she looked around for the white-haired cellist.xxxxxxxxxxY o u can always return h e r e [OOC: Starting post~ ]
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Oh, a v o i c e calling out from far, f a r away guides me
As if it s m i l e s , as if it s i n g s , the sound of w i n d echoes
J o y and s o r r o w , I hold everything c l o s e while I'm w a l k i n g
They're things t h a t firmly join my hand a n d your hand together
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