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Post by trixy on Jul 19, 2006 14:57:58 GMT -5
A small yawn escaped the lips of Beatrix Rainstone as she lounged in La Chateau De Beaute Cafe. In english it mean: The Castle of Beauty Cafe. Who thought of naming a cafe that? Who knew.
She sat in a large royal purple one person sofa. In-front of her sat a black table and in-front of that a second twin chair. It was a two person table but only occupied by one person. What a shame really.
Beatrix sipped at her hot chocolate. The hot beverage lay in a large white cup. It was quite a large cup really. Beatrix's hazel eyes looked around the room. She almost rubbed her eyes when she remembered that there was mascara and eyeliner on them. She placed her hands around her cup and watched the couples and everyone else in the cafe.
Today this gal was dressed in some muggle clothing. It consisted of a black tank-top, green capris pants and black running shoes. Nothing special really. Plain and simple.
Her hair lay down at her shoulders.... as it usually lay. She did do other things with it but honestly, she wasn't in any mood to do anything fancy with it so she just kept it as it was.
She licked her lips and took another sip of her hot chocolate. She starred at the large wooden door as couples would walk in. 'How nice' she thought sarcastically.
The cafe was quite beautiful. Large identical chairs to hers, sprawled eyewhere with tables in between them. The walls painted royal orange with lights on the walls. The room was lit dim so it was slightly dark. There were lights hanging down from the ceiling onto the tables to light the tables, making them look better of course. |
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Post by Arkarian Tourneau on Jul 19, 2006 15:07:19 GMT -5
Arkarian placed his pale hand on the door handle of Le Chateua De Beaute Cafe and pulled it open. He walked in, dressed in his gothic boots and baggy black pants. His t-shirt, plain white was soaking wet - it had just started tipping it down outside. He'd only ran in to the cafe to escape the rain.
As he flipped his black and red hair out of his face he stared around the cafe, searching for a table. Everyone had a couple...
No, not everyone, there was a girl in the corner.
He could see she was lonely but didn't want to disturb her incase she wanted to be alone.
He sat at the nearest table to her, so she could strike a conversation if she wanted. He didn't want to look stupid. He would have spoken to her and sat with her but today he wasn't sure. She could come to him.
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Post by giggsgal11 on Jul 19, 2006 15:24:33 GMT -5
((Sorry bout last post - I forgot to log in  ))
Arkarian placed his pale hand on the door handle of Le Chateua De Beaute Cafe and pulled it open. He walked in, dressed in his gothic boots and baggy black pants. His t-shirt, plain white was soaking wet - it had just started tipping it down outside. He'd only ran in to the cafe to escape the rain.
As he flipped his black and red hair out of his face he stared around the cafe, searching for a table. Everyone had a couple...
No, not everyone, there was a girl in the corner on her own.
He could see she was lonely but he didn't want to disturb her incase she wanted to be alone.
He sat at the nearest table to her, so she could strike a conversation if she wanted. He didn't want to look stupid. He would have spoken to her and sat with her but today he wasn't sure. She could come to him.
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Post by trixy on Jul 19, 2006 21:28:25 GMT -5
Beatrix's eyes slowly drifted onto the male that just stepped into the cafe. He seemed to be wanting to sit somewhere but couldn't decide. She gave him a small smile and turned her attention back to the door. She was waiting for...that guy....to walk in. She didn't quite know which guy but the right guy. Probably wouldn't happen anytime soon.
She was so drifted off into day-dreaming that she wasn't watching to what she was doing. As she reached for her cup her hand moved to the wrong side and knocked the cup over. The hot beverage spilled everywhere, luckily no onto her. "Bloody hell!" she shouted quite loudly as she jumped up, stepping away from the mess. "Can you pass me some towls Joe?" she called over to the worker behind the counter. He shook his head and then nodded. He tossed her a couple towels. "Thanks mate!" she called. Then she turned and started wipping off the brown beverage. She started quietly muttering to herself, some swear words included. |
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Post by Asmodeus de la Ravin on Jul 21, 2006 14:44:30 GMT -5
"Oh, such foul language from such a pretty girl. I am shocked," Came the low drawl from behind Beatrix. Asmodeus stepped into view, and friendly smile playing on his pink lips, "Are you alright? Hot chocolate burns like hell, not to mention it's a bitch to get out your clothes."
He stood a few feet away from her, and it was as though he had just remembered he was still standing, "Oh, uh, would you like some company?"
Asmodeus glanced round the little cafe. Most people were with another person, and most were dressed in muggle clothes, like he was. He was clad in pale blue jeans, a white t-shirt, with a brown swede suit jacket over the top it it. His sweet blue gaze came to rest up a rather dark clad young man, with black and red hair. Asmodeus smiled pleasantly at him, before his gaze returned to Beatrix.
"Oh, and a coffee for me, please," he asked politely in the direction of the one she had called Tom. |
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Post by trixy on Jul 21, 2006 14:51:51 GMT -5
Beatrix looked up from her seat on the floor and a blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh my, I'm sorry. I'm just such a klutz, spilling everything" she said with a smile. "Sure, go ahead" she said. She wipped the last of the hot chocolate. "Erm, I'll be right back, I need to wash my hands" she said. She took the wet, brown towels and went behind the counter where she washed her hands and the towels. The only reason she was allowed in the back of the counter was because Joe was a family friend and he was co-supervisor so he allowed her.
Beatrix returned with clean, dry hands and a fresh cup of a iced cappucino. "Can't keep off this stuff" she said with a smile as she sat back down at her seat. "So ya'll got any names?" she asked, eyes darting for the other male to the male sitting across from her. |
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Post by Asmodeus de la Ravin on Jul 21, 2006 15:00:04 GMT -5
Asmodeus nodded, and pulled up a chair a comfortable space away from Beatrix's seat, and sat down. It was really quite a comfortable single sofa. He smiled, and nodded again, "Yes, my name is Asmodeus. Asmodeus de la Ravin? Would you do me the great favour of informing me of your lovely name?"
Asmodeus flashed a smile. He didn't know why, but he was in a dreadfully charming mood. |
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Post by trixy on Jul 21, 2006 15:25:59 GMT -5
"Beatrix Rainstone. One and only" she added with a smile. She brushed her hair off her face and then picked her beverage up, placing the straw into her mouth. She took a gulp and then placed the cup back onto the table. "What House?" she asked curiously as she eyed him. Blond and blue eyed. Quite the handsome young man. Well spoken too...well...from what she'd heard anyways. Beatrix leaned back on her sofa. She lifted her feet up onto the couch and hugged them around her chest, leaning her head in between her knees. She always did that to get more comfortable, especially on big seats like so. |
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Post by Asmodeus de la Ravin on Jul 21, 2006 15:47:50 GMT -5
Settling into his chair, casually crossing hid legs, he replied, "My house? Fina. I'm in Fina. What about yourselves?" Asmodeus glanced from Beatrix, to Arkarian, his expression soft, and fairly blank. Such a curious looking boy, he thought. And quite. Sitting alone, to. Perhaps he would like to sit with them? |
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Post by trixy on Jul 21, 2006 15:55:07 GMT -5
Beatrix's expression brightened. "Really!? Me too!" she said cheerfully with a big grin plastered across her face. She finally met someone else in Fina. There seemed to be less and less Fina each year. Every one else going to the other houses. Less friends for Beatrix but also she didn't have to worry about Fina being over popular. They were rare, meaning she was rare. And boy was she ever rare!
Beatrix looked at the other male. "What house are you in?" she asked curiously. |
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