OC Cafe! Yes,

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OC Cafe! Yes,

OC Cafe! Yes, I know this is exactly what Rose bud did, but... everyone has different OCs now, and if it’s not based on NaNo it might last longer. No character sheets, like a real book. Basically your character just falls into a cafe where they interact with other people’s charries and weird stuff happens! 

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Raining again.

For all I know, it’s perfect weather just a few kilometers east in the newtown, but we get rain. I run faster, holding an arm over the half birthday cake as if that could protect it completely from the weather. I push my shoulder length ratty black hair out of my eyes-it’s soaking wet.

I do like running. I push my strides faster as I near our shelter. But then I trip over something- no, someone trips me, with a scraggly beard and gray eyes- he probably wants the cake, I tell myself. Just the cake. I can’t stop my fall and hold onto the cake at the same time. I keep ahold of the cake and try to stop my fall with one hand- but that hand doesn’t scrape against rough cement and pebble ground. I’m falling, falling, falling, into a room that’s actually clean, with wood floors, bright lights, and a cosy aura.

I land with a bang. Pain shoots through my knee, but I get up, and see where I am. I’m in a cafe of some sort. The cake is ruined. And I’m not the only person in here.

 

submitted by Autumn Moon, age 11, Here
(January 26, 2018 - 5:29 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Did you see this picture of the four card children in the bottom-right corner?  The one on the bottom left is Two of Diamonds.

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submitted by Lucy @Autumn Moon, age 13, Emmilvien
(January 29, 2018 - 10:45 pm)

Oh, come on.

Why can't I have a normal day in my normal prison doing NORMAL things? First those new kids show up--What were their names? Jemma, Scar, Pi, Rusty and Ria.--then I end up falling into a cafe. Wait...the floor is lumpy.

"Why is the floor lumpy?" I think out loud.

"Because...you're sitting on ME!" A girls voice cries.

"Oh, goodness!" I screech, jumping up. A girl, who looks about 17, is standing up from bring squished by my butt. She attempts to floof out her now matted brown curls before giving up and huffing in frustration.

"Who even are you?!" She asks.

"Calm down," I say quickly. Geez, she's as touchy as Ria! "I'm Ari. 16, I'm an Aries. I can manipulate fire. You?"

"Uh, Heather, 15. Not sure why you need to know my sign, or why you have a power--WAIT, DID YOU SAY FIRE MANIPULATION?!"

"Yes..." I said. This was awkward. Was she not a Zodiac?

"What kind of freak are you?!?!?! I just want to go back to Gabbi and Lou!!! I'll read them as many stories as they want if I could--"

"Look," I say sharply. I can't stand wimps. "I don't know who Gabbi and Lou are, but please stop whining. And DON'T call me a freak." I turn on my heel, expecting to leave, but instead a small crowd has gathered.

"Hey, no need to be so rude." Says a male, elvish looking guy near the back.

"We've all fallen down here, no need to get touchy." Shot a girl that looked French. I took a step back and bumped into more people.

"Hey, watch it, freak!" Cried Heather. As the circle closed in, I prepared o fight. But how...? My eyes fell on the bakery oven.

Bingo.

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Feel free to control the next part! But as a note, Ari would NEVER hurt someone unless she had to.

Ari is from a story I'm writing about kids from the Zodiac, each one resembles their signs, has a power, etc. Ffr (for future reference), she has dark skin, chocolate brown eyes and black, straight hair in a French braid (look up Lara Croft from Tomb Raider for best images.). Also, sorry Nicole, Heather and Finn for the wee charrie control. Hope you enjoy! 

submitted by Inktail
(January 29, 2018 - 10:55 pm)
Sounds like fun! I suppose I can use Schedar, also known as Stella! To give you some context, he's a star that fell onto earth for showing himself to humans too often and falling in love with one. He looks like a 6 year old boy(though he acts like a immature and rather teenagerish 20 year old. He used to be able to change his appearance before he had fallen but now he's stuck with his original appearance.) with white hair, dark bluish skin, and eyes with no pupils that are filled with stars(most prominent being the constellation cassiopeia). He usually wears sunglasses to cover them. He wears a colorful sweater with stitched in stars and short black shorts. He's usually barefoot, and if he isn't in a crowd of people who would start screaming if he did so, he's usually floating as well. 
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Stella sat on the rumbling train, tapping into the bright screen of his phone lazily. He kept having to push up the dark glasses sitting on the tip of his nose, and with the once in a while idiotic bounce of the train car it was almost pointless. 
The people around him were the usual crowd. A few office workers holding suitcases and clean iPhones in their hands, a trio of musicians carrying giant cases under their arms that cluttered the car, the family of tourists flipping through the multitude of brochures detailing the many comedians and attractions in the area: the sameness practically bored him. This time however, Stella also had some new company.
Jackson sat hunched next to him, his arms crossed and his breathing husky and cold. His dirty and gray clothes was a utter contrast to Stella's brightly colored and practically metallic attire. Stella could see the outline of the wings beneath his heavy coat; He tries so hard to hide them, it's almost adorable. 
To his right, was tall deer lady Willoris. She sat stiffly straight, her hands resting in her lap and her shoulders casually bumping into Stella's head as the train rattled on. Her expression was blank, her wide eyes always holding an expression resembling brain dead stupidity. She didn't bother fixing the baseball hat on her head, which conveniently covered the broken horns sitting in her hair.
"Hey, been meaning to ask," Stella grinned up at Willoris, snapping his fingers in front of her face to grab her attention. "Why'dya have antlers when female deer don't?"
"Uhm..." She sat for what seemed like five minutes, the blank expression that had disappeared for a second reappearing. "...I don't know."
"Did you ever bother to ask?" Stella rolled his eyes, flopping back onto his seat with one arm resting under his head. 
"The question never occurred to me," Willoris mused, finally straightening her hat. "Perhaps it should have." 
Stella laughed and turned his head back to Jackson, who was ignoring the exchange by digging earphones into his ears with an elaborate gesture.
"Did you get to pick the color of your wings when you became a fairy, Jackie?" Stella emphasized his childish nickname of Jackson, rolling it off his tongue cheekily.
"You can't choose your lifestyle, Stella," Jackson's loud metal music vibrating into Stella's ears, almost droning out Jackson's raspy voice.
"Woah, take it down a notch, edge lord," Stella smirked, resting his legs in the air as he slowly began to float up. Jackson pulled him back down by the arm and glared at him with narrowed eyes.
"Are you trying to get noticed, idiot?" Jackson snapped, his voice a grouchy whisper. "I know you're smarter than this, so what's the big deal? Are you trying to ruin my life?"
"Maybe," Stella shook himself out of his grip and smiled wider. "Or maybe I just like seeing you get ticked off."
Jackson huffed and turned away from Stella. Seeing it as a job well done, Stella shifted into his cushioned seat and fell asleep.
And work up in a utterly different place. Jumping up, he frantically floated into the air and looked around. His sunglasses flew off in the process, clattering to the ground. Shaking, Stella tried to figure out what the heck was going on. 
He was in a homey... Cafe, by the looks of it. It's pretty crowded too, the tables not even able to fit everyone standing around. Breathing out heavily to calm himself, he slowly dropped back onto the ground. Picking his glasses back up, he walked to the nearest person.
"Heya. Care to explain where the he-"
"Hey, watch it freak!" Just as he's about to continue, Stella watches as a girl pushes another girl away from her. Then almost in retaliation fire is pulled out of the bakery oven.
A girl holds a ball of heat in her hands, guiding it around herself protectively. She gives everyone a pretty furious stare, the sorta stare that means business. There are some screams, followed by everyone backing away from her quickly.
"Woah woah, missy," Stella raised his hands in the universal gesture of 'calm down'. "Might want to cool down for a bit. What's with the fire sphere and everything?"
"Who are you?" The girl still kept a hostile stance, not letting Stella get any closer.
"Stella. It's a pleasure to meet you," He folded his arms behind his back and gave a side glance toward the fire. "You wouldn't mind  to put that down, would you?"
"...You're just a little kid..." She muttered, more to herself than anything. Stella breathed in through his nose sharply and tried to ignore that.
"And you wouldn't want to hurt a little kid, would you?" Stella smiled. The girl sighed and gave a slight nod. She dissipated the fire into the air calmly, and started to walk forward toward Stella.
"What's your name, if I may ask?"
"I'm Ari. 16, I'm an Aries, I contro-"
"Fire, yes, I assumed," Stella interrupted her before she could continue.
"...Are you a zodiac?" She asked, rather cautiously. Stella shrugged and shook his head.
"That's all nonsense, but no either way," Stella grinned.
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sorry, can't write anymore! 
submitted by Danie
(January 30, 2018 - 1:50 pm)

Haha, that was so cool!! And SO true to Ari xD

Can't write at the moment, but I'll add some later. :D 

submitted by Inky@Danie-♡it!
(January 30, 2018 - 2:35 pm)

Ok, so maybe I overreacted a LITTLE. But I mean, come on. Freak?

The crowd began to dissipate as Ari walked towards Stella.

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

"I'm Ari. 16, I'm an Aries, I contro--" I replied as usual.

"Fire, yes, I assumed." Stella interrupted. Hm. So he's got guts.

"...Are you a Zodiac?" I asked. Obviously I was NOT in my little prison, so I would have to ask before anything else from now on.

"That's all nonsense, but no either way." The boy grinned. Nonsense? Hmf. Maybe he didn't understand what a Zodiac was.

Well, far be it from me to tell him. "Look, kid, do you know how I got here?" Maybe he had some clues. "I was in my little cel--room, and then I was--"

"Just here? Nope, I have no clue. Because the same thing happened to me."

This guy was starting to get on my nerves. "Look, I don't have time for this. I like the glasses though," I said absentmindedly. I just HAD to figure out to get back ho--

Well. To the Laboratory. 

submitted by Inktail
(January 31, 2018 - 1:15 pm)
submitted by tiptop
(January 31, 2018 - 3:05 pm)

Anyone else gonna post? I feel a little awkward just posting here now. XD

submitted by Inky...?
(January 31, 2018 - 10:04 pm)

*laugh awkwardly* Um, well, I would, but everyone is posting really fast and also I don’t have time right now. Thing is, I keep starting posts but then haveing to delete them due to new stuff that comes up in other people’s posts.

submitted by Apprentice
(February 1, 2018 - 8:59 am)

I... don't have an OC... maybe I'll make one for this

submitted by New B, age 12, Pyrrhia
(February 1, 2018 - 11:25 am)

Alright, things are starting to get a little crazy in our little cafe. It started taking a turn for the “I’m not crazy and I’ve never had hallucinations, so why is this happening to me!” when a dark-skinned, black-haired girl fell from the sky and landed on top of another. They say something, and the tall kid they fell on top of starts yelling. The other kid snipes back, saying “Look, I don’t know who Gabby and Lou are, but please stop whining. And don’t call me a freak.” Normally I would take her side, but something about this girl makes me nervous. So instead I say,”We’ve all fallen down here,  no need to get touchy,” trying to keep the peace between both girls. My remark seems to do the opposite, though, and this is where things get crazy. I’ve seen some pretty strange things, living in the streets,  HAHAHAHA

submitted by Autumn Moon, age 11, Here
(February 1, 2018 - 11:07 pm)

Ahhh yay I love OC cafe things!!! I meant to post before but I didn't have time. Hmm, lemme see... Which OC to pick? Argh, so many I'm still a bit sentimental about... Methinks I'll go with Zira. (Though not the Zira from that old Star Wars RP; this is Zira developed and modified for my story I'm gonna try to write)

Appearance: Zira has raven-black hair cut about an inch above her shoulders, pale skin, and black eyes. She virtually always wears black, with gray being the extremely rare exception. She can shapeshift into a wolf and do a little ice power stuff, though not OP, just a heads up.

 

Zira~

The wind whips my hair all around my face as I gaze up at the crescent moon glowing silver-white in the sky. Finally, a bit of peace.

In practically two days, I've gone from being a misfit teenager in a dreary little town in Rhode Island to being one of the four prophesied to save this world no one ever knew existed. 

And tomorrow, Seth, Lorelei, Peter and I will meet the leader of the last resistance- Princess Illaeara. It all feels so surreal, like something straight out of a book. I just never realized that it could be so frightening to have an entire kingdom depending on you and three friends to save their entire world. And to be up against a for-real enemy, an evil, ruthless- well, who knows WHAT he actually is. Corvrin said that Vordrim was a half-elf, but who knows how twisted he is now? 

"Aren't you cold?" I jump to see Peter behind me, his Sandy brownish red hair falling into his eyes slightly. I shrug. He sighs. "Well, I'm gonna go back in if you don't mind. It feels freezing out here."

I pull in a deep breath of the chilly night air. It almost feels exhilarating. On an impulse, I break into a run, sprinting through the wide, hilltop field. Adrenaline rushes through me, lifting my spirits. This is the best I've felt in ages.

Suddenly, without warning, a strange force seems to be pulling me down, down, down and I land hard on a cool, stony surface.

I wince. I must have landed pretty hard on my right arm. Slowly, I get to my feet and glance warily around this place where I've landed- a... Cafe? There seem to be a lot of people. A short guy who looks about 13, a girl with paint-spattered overalls and a dark brown French braid... And many more.

Two girls are squabbling with each other when a girl with shoulder-length black hair says, "We've no need to get touchy." The two girls only glare at each other more fiercely in response to this admonition. They remind me a bit of Seth and Peter when they first met each other.

Despite my wariness, I edge a little closer to the group, and ask, "Um, do you guys know what exactly is going on?" They all turn toward me. I hate it when people do that!! I cast my eyes down to the flior, avoiding eye contact. "We're just as confused as you are." The black-haired girl replies.~

 

A little note: Zira is pretty introverted and kinda has a hard time with new situations forced on her without any warning. 

 

submitted by Aspen
(February 2, 2018 - 9:07 am)

I wrote a super long post. Then my brother deleted it. I rewrote the post, and forgot to submit it. Then my brother deleted it again. 

submitted by Autumn Moon, age 11, Here
(February 3, 2018 - 11:32 am)

Yeesh, that stinks, Autumn Moon!! I have a brother too, so I definitely feel you on that.

Azkiel says amax. What, you think Autumn Moon's brother seems like he would be named Max? 

submitted by Aspen
(February 3, 2018 - 12:16 pm)
submitted by Top!
(February 19, 2018 - 1:10 pm)
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