Post by Golden Emblem on Sept 4, 2010 14:01:26 GMT -5
OOC: This is a general meeting place for characters to meet. Your characters can form new friendships or rivalries here, and multiple interactions can be going on at the same time.
The Ye Olde Ice Cream Shoppe was in a prime spot; sitting right across the street from a local park, where many children would go to play. As a result, it had been allowed to grow quite a bit over the five years it had been in service. One thing that was very noticeable about the shop, however, was the size. It only had enough room for a semi-long line, and an area for the ice cream to be stored and served. They had most flavours one could imagine, from vanilla to cherry to even garlic. They also served drinks and food, to capitalize on how hot it usually was, and how hungry people could get.
On the outside, however, was where it got the most attention. The sign was carved out of wood and made with care, and the door was covered by bright red overhanging roof, where some patrons would hide from the sun and eat their ice cream in the shade. On the side of the building there was a large patio with many benches to sit on, where those willing to get a tan (or open one of the massive umbrellas) would go to chat with other patrons. There was usually always someone there, which was the case that day.
One particular young man was sitting alone, and looked rather out of place with the other patrons. He wore a dirtied suit, complete with a white shirt (looking as if he had been pushed into the dust) and a black tie. The suit itself looked as if he had gotten into a few fights in it, for it was ripped in places and missing pieces in others...
He looked as if he was young, only around nineteen or twenty. His hair was black and just as dirty as his suit, a bit of white dust making it look a shade lighter than it should. Even the way it was cut suggested that it had been cut in battle with a sword, instead of by a hair-cutter with scissors. However, there was one classy, stylish thing about him: he wore sunglasses which covered his eyes. No one would know if he were staring at them, or more concerned with taking licks of his strawberry ice cream cone.
The Ye Olde Ice Cream Shoppe was in a prime spot; sitting right across the street from a local park, where many children would go to play. As a result, it had been allowed to grow quite a bit over the five years it had been in service. One thing that was very noticeable about the shop, however, was the size. It only had enough room for a semi-long line, and an area for the ice cream to be stored and served. They had most flavours one could imagine, from vanilla to cherry to even garlic. They also served drinks and food, to capitalize on how hot it usually was, and how hungry people could get.
On the outside, however, was where it got the most attention. The sign was carved out of wood and made with care, and the door was covered by bright red overhanging roof, where some patrons would hide from the sun and eat their ice cream in the shade. On the side of the building there was a large patio with many benches to sit on, where those willing to get a tan (or open one of the massive umbrellas) would go to chat with other patrons. There was usually always someone there, which was the case that day.
One particular young man was sitting alone, and looked rather out of place with the other patrons. He wore a dirtied suit, complete with a white shirt (looking as if he had been pushed into the dust) and a black tie. The suit itself looked as if he had gotten into a few fights in it, for it was ripped in places and missing pieces in others...
He looked as if he was young, only around nineteen or twenty. His hair was black and just as dirty as his suit, a bit of white dust making it look a shade lighter than it should. Even the way it was cut suggested that it had been cut in battle with a sword, instead of by a hair-cutter with scissors. However, there was one classy, stylish thing about him: he wore sunglasses which covered his eyes. No one would know if he were staring at them, or more concerned with taking licks of his strawberry ice cream cone.
