Roleplayer CAFE


Ever at his post the man at the door greets you with a smile. "Come in come in. Welcome to the Roleplayer CAFE." The door out of your path you are free to enter. The bright clean exterior was contrasted nicely by a warm wood finish interior and black marble counter tops. The menu above the counter contains a wide breadth of drinks and edibles. And if that did not satiate there was more to choose from the books at the counter. But as the chef in the back was quick to point out through the window. "If you want it we can make it." A rather bold statement for what appeared to be a small kitchen in the back. Waiters and waitresses were moving about tending to the other guests.

Romy entered the cafe with her older brother, Perry. She was a small teenage girl with thick brown hair and large, grey eyes. Perry was a tall, gothic, very underweight teenager who was easy to tick off.
"This cafe is nice." she remarked, sitting at a seat by the counter.
Perry sat down next to her, mumbling a quick "whatever".

B entered the cafe. She is short and toned. She has dirt and blood on her clothes. Her hair has only grown out an inch from when she shaved it. She is only 15 years old, but looks much older.

Just a year ago she was a competitive gymnast, on track to compete in nationals when she was old enough. Due to some crazy events, her soul bonded with a spirit that granted her powers. The spirit, name Z, is normally only a mental projection of B, but now everyone can see her. B is followed by a massive tigress named Z.

After fighting for survival for a year, the cafe is almost foreign to B. She stands behind Romy and Perry, with Z beside her, wondering if she should seat herself or wait to be seated.

"Greetings everyone. My name is Fredrik, I tend the bar here." Said the man at the counter. "Could I start you off with a drink? I'm sure we have something here for your taste." The presence of a large tiger did appear to phase him in the least.

B sat on a stool a few seats away from Romy and Perry. "Hi Fredrik. How are you? I'll have some orange juice. I need to relax." She felt she needed to justify not ordering a coffee. "Could I get some breakfast too? Two eggs over easy, wheat toast, and hash browns. Triple the normal serving of hash browns, if it isn't a problem. Do you want anything Z?"

"I'll just rest in a booth." The tigress' voice was deep and powerful, but quiet. "I have been in your mind for a year now, I'll give you some space." Z was a part of her now, and she fully accepted that. She didn't say anything though. Maybe Z wanted her space?

B turned to Romy and Perry. "I wish I could actually have a meal this size. I ate more than four thousand calories some days while training."

Scratching down the order Fredrik puts it in the window.The chef takes it and reads over. "Coming right up." In the mean timeFFredrik gets the glass of orange juice for B. "So where did you come from before stumbling across her?" He asked as he set the glass down.

"Just outside of Kell. Now I'm travelling with this lady, Ciara. Something's off about her, but she saved me from this military guy. Brought a big tree branch down on him." She sipped the orange juice. "This is really fresh, thanks."