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[MommaRat]

Returns to the cafe, arms full of groceries, and fumbles with her keys. theyre hard to find in the pocket of her stylish houndstooth patterned blazer, weighted down by full sacks of what appear to be bags of flour, sugar, coffee and other dry goods.

[maetropa]

{I'm a bit busy to post a reply, but I'm surprised no-one but us has posted here.}

[MommaRat]

{I am very sad, considering how many people have said that they want this sort of thing..makes me feel like some sort of fat mary-sue bakery lady(per character description as a chubby) Meh, well nobody can Bash me for trying Maybe if i make my character a bipolar psycho anime fan, based on some girls i knew in highschool and in my cosplay group from back in the day it would be more interesting..(j/k)}

[wickedwolfgirl]

((Looks like fun! Mind if I hop in?))

[maetropa]

{Haha. Though it is surprising, since I also know quite a few people who said they wanted something like this O.O Though, we probably know some of the same people who wanted this since we both go in a Annoyance thread rather regularly.}

{{Edit - Hey! Look! Someone! }}

[MommaRat]

{It's an Open rp, no character applications, just read the rules and post }

[MommaRat]

Anita Sets her bags down in frustration realising there is still a face smudge on the shop window. She pulls the sleeve of her jacket over her hand and starts to wipe away the the mark, forgetting entirely about her keys. The mark yields easily to the patterned weave of the jacket sleeve and Anita sighs.

[wickedwolfgirl]

((All right. Looks good.))

Nathaniel Summers needed coffee to exist most days. Something about the combination of the strong taste of black coffee and the caffeine became a necessity at some point in his life. Hardly a day went by when he didn't have a cup. It was a strange day when he refused a cup of coffee, that's for sure.

He was a distinct sight all in himself as well. He was a tallish young man, with bright ginger hair and dark green eyes. He liked to dress casually, but it was a classy casual. No slouchy pants and ratty t-shirts for him. It wasn't his style.

He came up along the sidewalk until he bumped into Anita by accident.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "Are you all right? Your hands look a little full there. Can I help?"

[MommaRat]

Anita "Ohs!", in shock as she's bumped into, dropping the bag she's still holding. She's a bit embarassed to have been caught wiping the smudges off the window, but regains her composure quickly. "I think the door is still locked, If you would be soo kind as to help me with some of these bags, we can get inside and i can get you all set up with whatever you need in a jiffy", she beamed a smile up at the tall gent and resumed looking for her keys.

[paradox.]

A slim teenager carrying an book bag that seemed a bit big for her figure with black hair and brown eyes walked down the street. A set of white earphones occupied her hearing. "Overworked." She muttered to herself hoping to find a place to study. She looked along the rows of stores, searching for a place to settle down. The girl soon saw a plump, small woman carrying grocerie bags into what seemed like a cafe. She looked up and saw the sign saying in large letters Cafe Anita. "How did I never notice that before?" She asked herself before crossing the street, pulling out her earphones along the way and stuffing them into her pocket. She smiled and was about to ask "Would you like some help with that?" when a boy asked it before she could. she would have stopped in her tracks if she weren't inthe middle of the street so she continued along to the cafe.