Username: lunanuova
Roleplay Character's Name: Oliver Conrad
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Description: (I couldn't find a suitable picture) Usually in a dark grey suit or smart clothing. He is slender but muscular and very tall! He has dark hair and eyes, with a very lovely smile.
Personality: He is relaxing to be around and very polite. He is very business-like, though can be quiet. He can be known to flirt quite a bit too.

Oliver swiflty strolled into the café holding a newspaper folded securely under his arm, where his hand clutched to a very high-tech looking mobile phone. He was wearing a white button shirt with a dark grey waistcoat and trousers. Around his neck was a neat-looking dark blue silk tie. He looked around and dragged his fingers of his other hand through his hair to see the café clearly. Oliver picked a spot close to the bar and sat down gently, unfolding his newspaper and smiling at the people already in the café.

"W-What would you rather d-do instead of taking over y-your father's company?" Selene asked.

"A surgeon....," Sorin muttered.

"A-A surgeon?!"

"Not what you were expecting, huh?"

"No...."

"My cousin, Dominic, and I were in a bad car accident a year ago. I had my seat belt on so I just got a couple of broken ribs and a mild concussion. He didn't have his seat belt on. Dom went flying through the windshield. He had seven spinal fractures and a cracked skull. Everyone thought he was going to die. The surgeons worked on him. Got the swelling to go down in his brain, put his skull back together, and fixed the spinal fractures. They said that IF he survived the massive infection then chances are that he will either be a vegetable or never walk again. Dom was in a coma for SIX months. When he woke up they found that he had the potential to walk again. After three months he was able to walk out of the hospital with a cane. Dom went from having no chance at all to being able to lead a relatively normal life. The surgeons GAVE him that. I want to give that to people too....."

Selene smiled, "T-That sounds like a wonderful dream..... W-Why don't you change your major and make it come t-true? Y-You don't NEED your f-father's money to be happy a-and live c-comfortably...."

Sorin took a deep breath, "I need to think about it. Or at the very least talk to mother about it....."

"W-Why would you need to t-talk to your mother?"

"I always talk to her when I'm scared. I just wish she could talk back....."

Selene tilted her head to the side.

Sorin saw the questioning look in her eyes, "She died in childbirth when I was six..... So did my little sister....."

Selene's eyes widened, "O-Oh.... I-I'm so sorry for-"

Sorin placed his finger over her lips, "Don't. It was long ago..... I barely even remember her....."

Selene nodded sadly, feeling like she wanted to cry.

Sorin sighed sadly and wove one of the wait staff over, "Check!"

Alex hearing the word check coming from the table with the couple walked over to the table and laid there check down"Have a nice and I hope the next place you go too doesn't have undercooked food or a bunch of morons for staff."She stated before she walked back behind the counter.

Sorin muttered to Selene, "Remind me to figure out which car is hers so I can cut the brakes...."

Selene looked at him wide eyed.

Sorin chuckled at her expression and shook his head, "Only joking of course. Its kind of hard to become a surgeon from a jail cell. Besides I want to fix people, not break them....."

He looked at the bill and rose an eyebrow. They had put them together on one bill. He shrugged and paid with cash, leaving an extra twenty under his plate for a tip.

Selene smiled at his generosity, considering the tip should've only been five dollars.....

Sorin got up and offered his hand to Selene. Selene blushed and took it. He helped her up and they walked out of the cafe, still holding hands.....

Richard entered the office and saw Cookie, "Hey, boss. There's a kid here looking for work. Do you wanna talk to him about a job?"

Isabella looked to the now-empty table. "Oh thank God, they're finally gone. I hope that guy gets an attitude adjustment, 'coz damn boy seriously needs one. He's worse than me!" She went over to clear the table, much as she was reluctant to, considering how she and the rest of her coworkers just got treated. She had a large tray for everything. "Well at least they didn't run out on the bill," she said, picking up the check with the cash on it. When she started clearing the plates, she suddenly realized there was a $20 under the guy's plate. "The hell? He must've dropped this or something. Oh well, karma." She started walking back towards the kitchen to drop off the plates and dropped the $20 in the tip jar.

Devlin looked to Isabella. "What's that, babe?"

"A $20. The guy dropped it, I guess."

Dev let out a long whistle. "Something must've finally clicked in his head after being such a bitch to everyone around here. Lemme get those plates for ya, babe." He cleaned them for her and stored them to drip-dry on the dishrack.

Isabella smiled. "Thank you, baby." She walked over towards the man who just took a seat at the bar. "Good morning and welcome to the Wallflower Cafe. Can I get you anything?" She filled a standard glass with some water and ice, placing it over a small napkin in front of the guy.

"Did I hear mister prissy pants left us $20 bucks or do I need to get my hearing checked." Alex asked.

"No, you actually heard right, 'Lex. Now that's just scary though. I wouldn't wanna have to wait on him again." Isabella shook her head and went back to the table to wipe it with a damp cloth and some Windex.

"Don't forget the holy waater while your at it"Alex said with a giggle

"I don't think we have any, but I know we do have lots of sanitizer," she joked along. "Unless you possibly have some in your pocket?"

((Note: When we change the menu for the week, we're probably gonna do a timeskip as well so all previous conversations would end and a "new day" will begin since we seem to keep playing the same day.))

Alex whips out a vial of holy water"Never know when your gonna meet up with a vampire or run a cross a person in need of a little exorcist action."she says while trying not to laugh.

((ok sounds good to me))

"Ohmigod, do you really keep random stuff like that in your bag?!" Isabella gasped, still laughing. "Well, I'm done scrubbing here, and I probably have to go burn this towel now, but you can spray that bottle around the table and especially the seat for me!" she suggested. "I'll love you forever for it!" she added. "And I'll buy the jello and a kiddie pool - we'll work on the pit in front of your house."

"Yep and will do"Alex walks over an sprays the area and the both sit muttering somthing along the lines of be gone satan! the comes skipping back behind the counter"All done."she says happily

Username: Knitted Doll
Roleplay Character's Name: Susan Smith
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Physical Description: http://i27.tinypic.com/vphzwp.jpg
Susan is short and skinny, with almost no feminine assets, and chestnut hair that maybe just touches her shoulders with the longer strands. Her huge black glasses are legendary amongst her students; when she takes them off, you are in Trouble.
Personality: She's more laid back then anything else, and a little lazy with a tendency to 'let things go' if they don't directly concern her. However, some things really, really get on her nerves - and when they do, she can go a little mad; one of these is, fortunately for her students, someone who doesn't fulfill their potential.

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks so much, Alex!" she cried out, laying her upper body flat on the countertop. "It's quiet again. Think everyone in the outside world is at work right now." She turned off the CD player when she got tired of listening to Michael Buble and instead changed to radio.

Oliver looked up from his newspaper to see a waitress aproaching. He smiled apreciatively as she set down a glass of water, thinking that it was very generous. "Hi" he said politely "I'd like some Onion Soup.." glancing at the menu again ".. and an Espresso please". He looked back up at her with a warm smile. He noticed the girl was very pretty, with olive-toned skin, looking slightly italian. His eyes were kind as he looked at her respectively.

The good thing about being a university professor? You can pretty much keep student hours. And student hours are good hours. However, as you might imagine, Susan Smith had very specific reasons for wishing to avoid her students; all of them. It wasn't that she didn't like them, merely that they were a little awkward, always wanting to talk to her about essays and things. She was a fan of the 'leave them alone and then rip apart any work they happen to hand in' scheme of teaching, along with plenty of seminars. However, this time of the day was when she was least likely to meet any student anywhere, which was a blessing.
She opened the door carefully, wincing a little at the jangling of the bell, then looked around for a table.

She looked up. "Oh, sorry, yeah hold up." Isabella took out her notepad that she carried around, regardless that she's not really a waitress, and began writing. "Onion soup and an espresso." She smiled back at the man. "I'll get that started for you then." She turned and walked away. 'At least he's polite,' she thought, 'More people should be like that.'

Yosuke took the strawberry from the top of the cake and ate it first. It was a habit of his to do that before eating the rest of the cake.

"Is the boss busy? I mean, I still come back tomorrow..." Yosuke said after he took another drink of water.

"Who is calling me?" Cookie asks, popping out of the office, her hair in a bit of a disarray. "I was having soooooo much fun filing. I got a paper cut." She grumbles. "Mr. Nasty Pants isn't acting up again is he? I'll put my shoe in someplace uncomfortable."

"I am... m-ma'am!" Yosuke said with a nervous laugh hoping that he wouldn't be victimized by her shoe even though he wasn't the rude customer she was referring to.

She looked at him and hoped it wouldn't be another case of supposedly undercooked chicken. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"I-I would like to apply for a job here," Yosuke stuttered.

"Ah. Which position were you interested in? Have you worked in a cafe before?" She asked, walking over.

Richard being able to get Cookie out of the office, now went back to the kitchen. He decided to look out from the doorway instead of the actual counter this time. He saw a few new people and wondered if they would be ordering any food.