The shop front is friendly and colourful, yet strangely calming at the same time. It's plain white front with lightly stripped colourful plaster decorations make the shop stand out and carries the strange reminder of sweetie shops when younger – wandering in with handfuls of pennies, looking for sweet sugary fixes before running back off to games and friends. The sign over the door – Cruentus's Ice-Cream Parlour – stands out in it's serious undecorated black lettering,
As you enter it becomes obvious this place sells more than ice cream. The heavy scent of coffee beans is thick in the air, the aroma testament to the large list of hot drinks – coffee in as many varieties you can think of, herbal and regular teas, hot chocolate with and without cream and marshmallows. Behind glass, you can see many brightly coloured flavours of ice cream – so many it looks like there is ever flavour you ever heard of, along with a few that you haven't but would be nice to try – and on the counter sits baskets of freshly-baked cookies, joining the scent of coffee in the air.
A young man sits behind the counter. His blond hair, with the odd visible remnant of black streaks, is tied back out of his face, the odd strand falling over his eyes as he looks up from his book and smilies at you. His face is lightly dusted with piercings – lip, nose and ears – which obviously extend below the collar of his black shirt. As he puts his book down, getting ready to serve you, you catch a glimpse of chipped, peeling off black nail varnish on his fingers. Despite his appearance – obviously less than regular, and not what you'd expect to see serving you ice cream – the smile on his face is friendly and puts you at ease.
Around the shop, which painted white and well-lit, with a variety of rock posters and advertisements littering the walls, other customers sit, reading and talking, sitting on a variety of different chairs in all sorts of colours and shapes. It looks almost like there's a chair for every personality sitting somewhere in the shop.
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Right, this is somewhere pretty much to roleplay unseriously and freely. Anyone can join in, you don't have to be a roleplayer. The only rules attached is that you must post OVER one line (no one-liners, please), and one of the lines you post has to stretch over the whole post (from one side to the other). You shouldn't post a character sheet, just describe your character as it comes in the shop. You can roleplay for as long or as short a time as you like – your character can walk in, guzzle a glass of water, then run straight out the shop if you like.
If you want to start a fight, take the fight to the battleground once it's started, please, and don't wreck My shop.
You can use this thread to start off any roleplays and recruit people to join them, just remember to start your own thread and take things there as soon as you move out the shop. I don't want things getting needlessly complicated.
As you enter it becomes obvious this place sells more than ice cream. The heavy scent of coffee beans is thick in the air, the aroma testament to the large list of hot drinks – coffee in as many varieties you can think of, herbal and regular teas, hot chocolate with and without cream and marshmallows. Behind glass, you can see many brightly coloured flavours of ice cream – so many it looks like there is ever flavour you ever heard of, along with a few that you haven't but would be nice to try – and on the counter sits baskets of freshly-baked cookies, joining the scent of coffee in the air.
A young man sits behind the counter. His blond hair, with the odd visible remnant of black streaks, is tied back out of his face, the odd strand falling over his eyes as he looks up from his book and smilies at you. His face is lightly dusted with piercings – lip, nose and ears – which obviously extend below the collar of his black shirt. As he puts his book down, getting ready to serve you, you catch a glimpse of chipped, peeling off black nail varnish on his fingers. Despite his appearance – obviously less than regular, and not what you'd expect to see serving you ice cream – the smile on his face is friendly and puts you at ease.
Around the shop, which painted white and well-lit, with a variety of rock posters and advertisements littering the walls, other customers sit, reading and talking, sitting on a variety of different chairs in all sorts of colours and shapes. It looks almost like there's a chair for every personality sitting somewhere in the shop.
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Right, this is somewhere pretty much to roleplay unseriously and freely. Anyone can join in, you don't have to be a roleplayer. The only rules attached is that you must post OVER one line (no one-liners, please), and one of the lines you post has to stretch over the whole post (from one side to the other). You shouldn't post a character sheet, just describe your character as it comes in the shop. You can roleplay for as long or as short a time as you like – your character can walk in, guzzle a glass of water, then run straight out the shop if you like.
If you want to start a fight, take the fight to the battleground once it's started, please, and don't wreck My shop.
You can use this thread to start off any roleplays and recruit people to join them, just remember to start your own thread and take things there as soon as you move out the shop. I don't want things getting needlessly complicated.
