Obsidian

Pixiecat

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Chessie hung the sign in the window, smiling to herself as she backed away from it.

There. She'd done it. And now.. it was sink or swim. She'd poured everything she had into this place. And then some. It was a risk. A HUGE risk. But it was a fresh start. A new beginning. And as scary as that was, she knew it was going to be the time of her life. In just making this decision, she'd come so far.

Tucking onyx hair back under the emerald green headscarf, Chessie wiped her hands on her jeans. It was a popular corner. Plenty of businesses nearby. The club up the block had to guaruntee some prebar customers. The office buildings looked promising for a lunch crowd.

Obsidian would offically open for business in a few short days. Named for the deep mysterious volcanic gem, she'd always been told her eyes reflected. A fitting name, for a place where all her hopes and desires had been poured into collectively.

Pouring a mug of strong dark coffee, she sat at the counter, looking out to the activity on the street. People running off in all sorts of directions. Each their very own story to tell. Their very own thoughts to think. Just how many of them, would cross the threshold into her life, Chessie was curious to know.

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Apply within. :D

Chessie Garde
Female
26
Long black hair, dark dark eyes.
Divorced, not looking

Come to Obsidian Coffee shop. A new place in town, just opened up by the bubbly Ms Cheesie Garde. She seems to have popped up from no where, and is more than willing to make friends.

I would love to see some real 'Characters' come to this place. Both as applicants and customers. Given the site, players must be 18 years of age or over. As some storylines will probably explore a romantic relationship.. or two.

But Obsidian is NOT a coffeehouse Orgy. Thats why Ive set it in the RP section. Obsidian gives players a chance to develop characters. Develop relationships, explore various situations, and circumstance.

Come as you are, bring a little baggage.

~PC
 
Alex

OOC:
Alex Symphony
Male
25
Blue eyes, short brown hair

Alex, is a nice guy gifted with the clarity only an insane person could have. He is harmless, on and off medication. He lives at home with his parents who expect his cousins to take him in when they die. Normaly he's medicated which makes his behavior much more cal and logical, although he tends to be sluggish and pathetic aswell, keeps him from hoding a job. When he's not medicated, well he thinks he's employed then. Currently he is off his medication, he reaso being is every so ofen the doctor suggest giving him a try at life with out it, to perhaps see if he can be with out it or prhaps with a difrent type of medication.

IC: I coutiously opened the door cathing a wift of raosted beans and dry leaves. It would be autum soon, the fall is red, orange, and yellow. "15, why 15" I sat down at the counter. "Does 15 mean anything to you? Wiat perhaps its 18. Hmm or maybe 3, 3, and 2. Thats 8." 8 is 2^3. Hmm theres that pescky three agian, it be all so simpler at 2.

"English coffee, black." Hmm another 18. "Make that a green tea." That'll bring me luck.
 
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