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Rain and Roses
Rain and Roses is a romantic yaoi/yuri role-play set in Amesti Springs, a city set somewhere in the middle of America which hosts two of the most well-known and loved academies in the world. One piece of advice almost anyone going to school at Amesti Springs Boys or Girls Academy will give you?
Don't trip- you may just fall in love.
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OUT OF CHARACTER! We're putting together a Halloween event, so be on the look out! More information in the event hover below. Don't forget to read the rules, and have fun! ☻
IN CHARACTER! School is starting up again and temperatures are cooling off enough to be comfortable. Some trees are beginning to turn the beautiful colors we relate with fall and the Fall Street Festival is approaching quickly. Plus, Halloween is right around the corner!
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ENVIOUS ANGEL
Hey! I go by EnviousAngel on here, but you can call me Lilly if you want~ I come off harsh, but I mean well~! ♥♥♥
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SADISTIC MAIDEN
Hello~! My name might be scary but it's okay, I'm only cruel to characters. Hit me up for questions or an RP anytime~
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There will be a 'contest'. We want you to challenge yourself to write 15 posts per character from October 1st to the 31st! That's 30 in all if you have two! If you do this you'll get a free character pass that you can choose to save or use immediately. (That's 20 less that normal, too!) You'll also get your regular character when you post 20 more times. Species we'll be adding are below!
♥ Vampires ♥ Were-creatures ♥ Demons ♥ Angels ♥
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Census
how many and what
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TEACHER
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♂ 05
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♀ 02
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✮ 07
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STUDENT
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♂ 15
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♀ 06
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✮ 21
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VAMPIRES
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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DEMONS
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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ANGELS
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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WERE-CREATURES
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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Rain and Roses was created by Envious Angel and Sadistic Maiden. The theme was made by Dorothia, this includes Board Mod, Mini-Profile and such. Images were found on Google, Zerochan or any other image resource site. If we forgot to mention you in credits, PM a staff member and we'll make sure to add you. |
I Guess This Is What Passes For Coffee (Paisley)
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Post by Hadley Shea Delger on Aug 25, 2015 18:43:04 GMT -5
Hadley had found most everything he could possibly need in this town from books to clothes to food- but the one thing that eluded him was by far the most important: coffee. Not a single place in the confounded town had a decent roast or even a mildly palatable drink. It was like drinking hot sludge and just remembering all the cups he'd had to drink made him shudder and clutch at his stomach in pain. That horror had likely taken years off his life and Hadley doubted he'd ever fully recover- even now he cringes at the mere mention of cappuccino.
Shaking away the nauseating curl of his stomach, Hadley looks up at all the shop signs for the reason he came all the way out here. It had been an accident that he'd even overheard the two girls talking and he'd almost written it off, only second guessing himself at the last moment and paying enough attention to catch the word coffee. His full attention had immediately been captured and he had plastered on his best face before sliding up between the two of them and working his charm to coax out the location of the coffee shop. It had been an excruciating ordeal and he'd had to keep himself from snapping when they'd gone off on a tangent and started flirting with him. But he'd persevered and had left them with the possible gem of knowledge, booking it to the plaza to try and find this possible godsend.
Which was how he found himself walking everywhere for one little shop, frustration increasing with every step he didn't find it and the mounting conviction that he'd leave if he still couldn't find the place in five minutes. He ran a hand through his bangs and took a deep breath to steady his nerves and nearly fell over at the deep, aromatic scent to fill his system and looked around wildly before picking up his pace to follow his nose. And follow it he did until he was overwhelmed by the delicious smell as he stood outside a nondescript store with a dark sign that simply read 'Cafe.' So without anything to lose except possibly his lunch Hadley pushed open the door and stepped inside.
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Post by Paisley Vestitor on Aug 29, 2015 5:37:38 GMT -5
Paisley might as well be in heaven at his job. He loved the atmosphere. There was the smell of coffee, the quiet chatter of patrons, the sound of quiet coffee shop songs playing on in the background, and it was home for the man. It was also where he worked, and it was agreed upon throughout the entire city that he was the best barista around. His coffee was perfect, every single aspect of the entire process carefully done and expertly executed in a precise order. There was the perfect ratio of cream to coffee to flavor, and some patrons made a trip from the other side of the city just to visit that tiny little shop.
There was one problem, though, one that Paisley, no matter how hard he desperately tried, could not fix. The ingredients were…subpar to say the least. The coffee was generic and the milk was as cheap as the owner could afford. In fact, since Paisley had started working there, sales had gone up by 1000% at least, but the owner had started purchasing cheaper and cheaper ingredients. Now, as hard as Paisley tried, he couldn’t manage to cover up the fact that the ingredients were, for lack of a better word, absolute crap.
The sound of the door opening snapped the male out of his thoughts, and he gave a bright smile, suddenly very aware of everything. The acidity of the coffee in the air, the dull hum of background noise, the weight of his tied down hair on his back, the way that this patron looked desperately in need of a cup of coffee. Paisley moved to the register and smiled again, “Hello, what can I make for you today?” He asked. It was his favorite part of the encounter, seeing what the customer’s order would be. What kind of person were they, what was their preferred taste? So many variables and options made this, for Paisley, very exciting.
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Post by Hadley Shea Delger on Aug 31, 2015 16:28:40 GMT -5
The first thing to hit Hadley when he walked in was the calm atmosphere. There were people everywhere and it was nearly packed and yet... there was peace. The voices were all a gentle murmur against the back of his mind, all indistinct and none trying to rise louder than need be. It was a welcome difference from the rest of the places he had gone in search of decent coffee and Hadley could just feel the tightness in his body melt away as he made his leisurely way to the front. Yet there was something there, something that nagged in the back of his mind that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't place, not yet. It wasn't the feeling he had when trouble was afoot or the prickling hand that crept along his spine when he was being watched. It was more subtle than that, something less immediately concerning. Perhaps it was just the feeling of being a newcomer in such a popular place.
Whatever it was, Hadley pushed it away as soon as he made it to the counter and focused his gaze on the menu as the barista's voice reached his ears. There was a decent selection of drinks listed, many specialty drinks and even more commonly ordered ones. Acceptable. The prices were affordable if not just a tad on the more expensive side. For some reason that added to the unsettling feeling nagging in the back of his mind and Hadley pursed his lips together softly in order to push it away before he spoke, "I want a galão, three shots of espresso, meia de leite."
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Post by Paisley Vestitor on Sept 6, 2015 4:30:04 GMT -5
Paisley beamed at the newcomer as he approached, tucking a loose lock of hair back and listening intently. “All right, I’ll get that started for you!” He responded. Scarcely had he given the man the total cost of the drink before he started making it. His delicate hands flew expertly over the equipment, the albino’s proficiency with the coffee making items nearly as high as his expertise with sewing materials. The shots were brewed perfectly to make sure the flavor wasn’t bitter, the milk was steamed to the perfect consistency and temperature, the proportions were perfect as well.
Every last detail was attended to exactly, including the rose he etched in the foam. Everything about it was to absolute, undeniable perfection…everything except the quality of the ingredients. See, there was the problem. Paisley could do it perfectly all he liked, it didn’t stop the fact that the ingredients were, well, if he wasn’t playing the optimist, absolute crap. Smiling nervously, the pale student brought Hadley his coffee, “Here you go! And if there’s anything you dislike about it it’s on the house.” Paisley chirped. Usually he didn’t have to worry. Nobody else cared about the ingredients. Nobody else noticed the bitter, two dimensional roast or the watery milk. Nobody cared about it like he did. It was the only thing he disliked about this job, the fact that for some reason, for people who claimed to love coffee, they couldn’t tell that the ingredients were shameful. Still, Paisley kept the smile, pretending everything was all right and that he didn’t want to tear off his own skin because of this.
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