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Character Cafe
So this was something people used to do. I've never done it before and am probably botching it up but anyway...
The basic idea is you bring a character out of a story you wrote/are writing and put them in a cafe with the other characters.
My character:
Name: Luna
Age: Not sure
Apppearance: Straight platnuim blonde hair, gray eyes, slightly tan skin. Wears a white tank top with a rainbow peace sign on it, a black vest with a silver creasent moon and a star embroidered on it, and paint-splattered jeans. Has big silvery-white, feathery wings.
Personality: Sarcastic, friendly, depressed, self-hating, feels a burden by the prophecy.
Other: Has a big wolf named star. Golden eyes, silver and black, strong. Agressive.
submitted by Indigo
(June 27, 2015 - 10:06 am)
(June 27, 2015 - 10:06 am)
Do we use charries from Inkwell or do we make new ones up?
(June 27, 2015 - 12:44 pm)
Can it be out of a RP?
(June 27, 2015 - 12:46 pm)
@Dragonrider Sure, RPs are fine
@Katydid Okay, althought original ones are preferred.
(June 27, 2015 - 2:57 pm)
Name: Emily
Age: 12
Appearance: long dirty blond hair that curls at the ends, dark green eyes, wears blue and pink ski clothes (long johns, sweaters, sometimes short sleeves), Uggs, a silver necklace with green sparkles.
Personality: Funny, super nice, very creative, helpful.
Other: loves animals. Is a demigod.
(June 27, 2015 - 8:27 pm)
My charrie was based off one of my friends who I've gone skiing with for the past two years. Skiing is one of my favorite things in the world, so obviously, I like the people I ski with too.
(June 28, 2015 - 9:18 am)
My character:
Name: Helen Leonora Reisman
Age: 14ish
Appearance: Wild, wavy red hair, grey-blue eyes, skinny. Wearing an white, Peter Pan collared shirt, teal and tan tartan skirt and brown Mary Janes. Has her hair mostly tucked under a jaunty beret.
Personality: Formal, closed and sarcastic. Holding many deep secrets, the largest of which she herself does not know of.
Other: An orphan. And that is all I am going to say on that matter....
(June 28, 2015 - 9:20 am)
Name: Intheia (INE-THEIN-A)
Age: About 15 or 16, not exactly sure.
Appearance: Waist length black hair, very pale blue eyes. Ghostly white skin. slim fingers, kind of short.
Personality: Friendly, foolhardy, easily distracked, gets irritated quickly.
Other: Being from my story, there's a whole lot more l could say about her...........
(June 28, 2015 - 2:46 pm)
Here is my Charrie... he is from my current story.
Name: Quartz (his real name is Ryder, Quartz is his nickname) Kopper
Age: 12
Appearance: Dark brown messy hair in thick waves on the top and sides of his head, brown eyes only a shade lighter than his hair, and really tall and skinny. He usually wears well-worn tenis shoes, and plain T-shirts and shorts.
Personality: When you start talking to him, you feel like you've always known him. When he talks, he usually leaves the g's off of ing words.
Other: Quartz is from 1988 Portland Maine.
(June 29, 2015 - 9:54 am)
No one else seems to want to join, at least at the moment! Let's start!
Luna was propped up against the Tree of Life snoring ever so slightly as she hugged Star up against her. She stirred and opened her eyes sleepily. "Indigo are you done revising yet? Can I please finish my story already?" She asked in annoyance.
"No, I'm not done yet," came Indigo's voice, along with the tip-tap of keyboard keys. "How about you just take a break somewhere else?"
Luna sighed and stood up. She knocked on the tree three times. The hole closed and then a different, smaller one opened. Star bounded right through it and Luna followed her.
Luna found herself in a whole different world. It was a dingy city of some sort, but none of the buildings seemed to have doors or windows. It was raining, the wet drops dribbling off the roof and pooling on the ground. Luna shivered and Star moved closer to Luna. Luna spotted a small snug-looking building with lit windows and they started through the rain to it. Shivering and sneezing, they stepped inside.
(June 29, 2015 - 10:11 am)
Emily was busy prying the wooden boards off the hole in the old bakery building which she always loved to sneak into. Every time she entered, she pulled the boards off, and every time she left she reattached them. She never dared to use the door, because it was the only one that was not hidden in a secret place where only the owners could find it, in the whole village. She knew that if someone saw her going through the door, they would immediately suspect something and she would be in big, big trouble.
Every single time that she had been in the building -at least 3 times a week for the past 2 years- it had been just her and the crumbling structure. But today something felt different. She walked causitioly down the hallway and found a wet, shivering girl hugging a wet, shivering..............wolf?
"Um... hello," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "H-How did you get here?"
"Through the door, where else could I have come from?" she replies "Where did you come from?"
"Well.......I have a special way, but I have to keep it secret or else my family will be in huge danger. I can't tell you, I swear. I'm terribly sorry." she says hurriedly.
"Okay," she says. But Emily can see she's still curious.
"You look freezing," she says. Working up my courage she says, "Would you like me to get you a blankt from my house?"
"Oh, yes please," she says and Emily can see that she really needs it, so she sprints towards her house, not bothering to go out in her usual way, and is back in exactly 7 minutes.
She drapes the soft blanket over the girl's shoulders, who pulls it tight around herself and smiles.
"Thank you," she says, and sits with the blanket for a long time with Emily sitting next to her.
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Okay, I think I totally messed that up and it might sound really confusing, but I did my best and like what I wrote.
By the way- @Indigo- I sort of ditched your All the Myths are True RP. The whole thing about the portal really confused me, and I started to not want to post on it because of that.
(June 29, 2015 - 5:38 pm)
Luna shivered under the soft blanket, stroking Star, not speaking, just glancing subtly at the other girl.
Suddenly Star leapt up and walked over and pressed her paw on a small section of wall and pressed. The section of wall swung away and Star started through it. Passing the blanket to the girl, Luna followed the wolf-friend into the tiny closet. There was a polished-wood desk with a chair. An older girl was sitting in the chair, talking on the phone as she took notes. She glanced up when Luna rapped on her desk with her knuckles.
"Name?" the girl asked. "Story?"
"Luna, Peacebringer," Luna said.
The older girl nodded. "You may enter the cafe," she said, pointing to the door Luna had entered through.
Luna walked out the door with Star behind her. She found herself in a snug, brightly lit Cafe with brown and cream tiles, little stools and marble counters, and booths. There was a girl with brown, bushy hair in one corner and an ordinary-looking girl in another.
(June 29, 2015 - 8:07 pm)
Intheia looks gloomily at the sky. She didn't mind the bad weather, it was just that she had gotten into a argument with Shadow.
Her story was dying, and Shadow refused to write it. Soon, she would just be meanless words. Soon. The word echos in her mind.
She walks passed a small building with a sign that says Cafe, turns around and enters.
(June 29, 2015 - 6:09 pm)
What now? I asked my self. Where does my story go from here?
I stared at the computer screen, at my sketches of Helen and the other characters.
"I HATE WRITERS BLOCK!!!" I yelled, and thumped the computer closed.
"What's that, sweetie?" My mom's voice drifted down from upstairs.
"Nothing, Mom! Nothing at ALL!!!!"
I grabbed my papers and ran up to my room. I catapulted my self onto the bed, my papers drifting around me.
Maybe I should just take a nap, I thought. Maybe when I wake up I'll know what to do.
I could feel my eyelids grwoing heavier. I acutedley remember my drawing of Helen staring at me as I feel asleep...
Voices.
I prop myself up and rub my eyes. Oh. I'm not in my room anymore.
And wait. I raise my hand to stare at it. These hands, they aren't my hands.
My thoughts felt jumbled.
And they are not your thoughts, said a little voice. Welcome, Abigail, to the Character's cafe, and into your character's mind.
(June 30, 2015 - 6:42 am)
I don't understand anything about the charrie's owners writing the stories of their charries. Isn't this like an rp, but not an RP?
(June 30, 2015 - 3:03 pm)
Quartz stood at his open window, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. This was where Rose Bud had left him before she led Rowena, the main character of the story, off to find her father. Quartz unfolded the paper. Written on it was a poem about colored pencils, and reading the first few stanzas again, he tore the paper and threw it to the wind; his face never portraying anger. He didn't understand why he had to write, but the feeling wouldn't leave him. He was running out of places to hide his poems. He was home alone, as both his parents were working for computer security, and his older sister was a cashier at Marcie's Grocery. Thunder rolled across the edges of the sky, and Quartz decided to go up to Marcie's to help some. Or maybe he would head straight down the alley to play with Rowena's younger brother, Jacob. He left the window, deciding to go to Marcie's. Locking the door behind himself, he hurried down the familiar street, when a very unfamilier sight greeted him. A Cafe, and several dark buildings that hadn't been there before. The words must be driving me crazy! Quartz thought, but nevertheless, he pushed open the door.
(June 30, 2015 - 3:45 pm)