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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:44 pm
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icecoffeeicecoffee coffee coffee
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icecoffeeicecoffee███ ♛ ███ ❛ STORY ────── where to begin 」
Our story takes place in Paris, France - the famous city of romance and music. In this happy city, there is a very coffee shop. It has no specific name - to the locals, it is merely known as "The Coffee Shop". It's known for its excellent service and friendly workers - even if there are only four workers, including the boss.
[ A ] has worked at this cheerful shop ever since high school, and continues in her college days. She loves the place, and treats it as her second home seeing that she's an orphan.
One day, [ B ], who is new to Paris, finds himself drawn to this cozy little coffee shop and they meet.
It was dislike at first sight. They were polar opposites. She was cheerful, he was quiet; she was poor, he was rich; she was born in France, he was a foreigner; she was kind, he was blunt. The only thing the two shared in common was their love for music. But they even differed there. While no doubt [ B ] was talented, [ A ] was not able to play as well as he did. They disliked each other at first - he thought she was annoying, she thought he was rude.
But somehow, [ B ] found himself returning to the coffee shop everyday, and [ A ] found herself talking with [ B ] whenever she bumped into him at school. However, they're both too stubborn to admit they could be falling for the other. However, not all is well with [ B ]. Due to issues with his father, he may have to leave Paris sooner than he thinks - maybe even leave the country.
Their friends and classmates are determined to push the two together before that happens.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:52 pm
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 the ( ♛ ) COFFEE SHOP ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♘ nineteen ┆ female ┆ violin ┆ Je Cours
icechocolatteKanon December L'Ouverture
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ ENTREE ─ personality 」
enthusiastic and likes to try new things
cheerful and optimistic; looks on the brighter side of things
sees the glass as half-full rather than half-empty
extremely stubborn and pig-headed though
likes to help others but refuses help
prefers to keep problems to herself and solve it on her own
self-confidence not too high
stands up for her friends and strangers as well
hardworking and energetic; very independent
quick learner
very dedicated to the Coffee Shop
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ MAIN COURSE ─ history 」
European father, Asian mother
mostly French - was born in Yvelines
parents were killed in car accident; sole survivor
was orphaned at age of seven
grandfather who lived in Paris took her in
began working in coffee shop to help support her grandfather
fell in love with the city and the shop
grandfather used to play violin - taught it to her
her violin used to be her grandfather's
too poor to buy another violin
grandfather died when she was sixteen
began living on her own
no one objected - she was capable of supporting herself
entered university on a scholarship
decided to continue music, but pursue a more practical career
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ SIDE DISH ─ colors 」
coastal blue // #4498b9
powder blue // #b3e3e3
gray // #736f6e
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ DESSERT ─ extras 」
Kanon's dream is to be a musician, but abandoned it in hopes of finding a more stable job.
She can speak French, English, and Italian fluently. She's interested in Latin.
Kanon wants to visit Japan someday, her mother's home country. Her Japanese is rather limited.
She likes archery, but has only done it once due to financial issues. Kanon still likes it, though.
Horseriding is another thing she enjoys - her grandfather had a friend who owned several horses.
On occasion, Kanon will head back into the countryside to visit and ride some of their horses.
Kanon likes art, since it's similar to music, but set it aside as a hobby.
She loves the band KYO, but that's supposed to be a secret.
Kanon has a vague idea of how to play the piano.
Kanon is scared of riding in a car - they remind her of the accident. She prefers to deny her fear when others are involved.
There's a rather personal reason as to why she likes wearing pigtails so much.
( ♛ ) [ A ] // Iced_Chocolatte_Coffee |
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 9:16 am
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 the ( ♛ ) COFFEE SHOP ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♘ twenty two ┆ male ┆ piano ┆ Gimme More
icechocolatteDante Caesar Constanta
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ ENTREE ─ personality 」
+stubborn
+doesn't like to show his real emotions
+sarcastic and blunt with his words
+doesn't like to help others and doesn't want help
+easily irritable
+not very social
+acts independent, but longs to depend on someone
+becomes angry when flustered/embarrassed
+acts tough because of a fear of getting hurt
+underneath his hard exterior is actually a kind and gentle person
+isn't good at expressing himself
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ MAIN COURSE ─ history 」
+Italian father who is the leader of the Sicilian mafia, never knew his mother
+born in Sicily, Italy and had an older brother, Dio, who pretended to love and care for him but actually hated
+was expected to live up to the famiglia name, but was always interested in music more
+father never had time for him, so he befriended the woman who often visited to teach him the piano in secret and never knew that it was actually his real mother
+Dio attempted a coup d'etat to overthrow their father, but failed
+out of spite, he told Dante that he always hated Dante because he himself wasn't of full Sicilian blood, since only Sicilians could inherit the family, he envied Dante even though Dante was younger
+father 'took care' of Dio and finally told Dante about his mother
+waited for her to come visit him again but she never came back; heard that she died while coming to see him because she drove off a cliff (would later find out that the brakes had been cut)
+decided he didn't want anything to do with the mafia anymore and left for Paris to continue his musical studies
+began living on his own, though he would get letters from his father day after day to return to Sicily
+took up a part-time job to support himself, refusing to use his father's money
+entered university by his own means
+latest letter from Sicily he has received is that his father is ill; is torn between finishing his studies and going home before his dad kicks the bucket
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ SIDE DISH ─ colors 」
Indian Red | #CD5C5C
Indian Red 3 | #CD5555
Indian Red 4 | #8B3A3A
icecoffeeicecoffee♛ █ ❛ DESSERT ─ extras 」
+Dante has no idea what to do with his life after university. He supposes he will become a professional pianist, but if anyone asks what other career he'd like, something more stable, he'd have no answer.
+Though he can come off as somewhat rough around the edges, Dante has an appreciation for good music.
+Dante can speak many languages, fluently. Languages were the main thing he had to learn while back in Sicily, as his father dealt with people from many countries, and Dante had to learn how to understand them, though Italian is his mother tongue. He also likes to curse in Italian. A lot.
+He hates it when people ask him about his family. At best, he'll only snap at you to shut up.
+Dante has a fear of getting emotionally attached to someone because the last people he got attached to were his late brother and late mother. His brother betrayed him and tried to kill him, and his mother was killed.
+He dislikes horses very much, as there had been a time during his childhood where he met a particularly nasty one and was thrown off its' back. Dio found this absolutely hilarious though.
+From a young age, Dante was forced to learn how to wield weapons from various people; mostly using the gun. Though his favorite has to be the throwing knife; guns are too heavy, in his opinion.
( ♛ ) [ B ] // Hunter Crawl |
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:08 pm
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icecoffeeicecoffeecoffeecoffee
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icecoffeeicecoffee███ ♛ ███ ❛ STARTING ────── parameters 」
Bonjour, messieurs et demoiselles!
We are currently situated at Paris, the city of l'amour~
It is currently around 3:30 in the afternoon, on a fine December 1st.
The snowstorm has stopped and small flakes are still falling, but the worst of it is gone.
Dante and Kanon have known each other for approximately three months now.
But sadly, they're still...hostile with each other.
It is now Kanon's shift at work, and something tells her that Dante will still show up today. As always.
Oh, before I forget, today is vendredi, or Friday.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:09 pm
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 ❀┆ кαnon ʟ`oυvᴇʀтυʀᴇ " C'est une douleur qui se garde // Qui fait plus de bien que de mal" Je veux juste une dernière danse
Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence
Elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeje peux mourir. demain ` mais ça n'change « RIEN
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeicecoffeeice Merci d'avoir enchanté ma vie
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeice ↺ Le bonheur ancré dans mon âme !! ⇀ elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeecoffeec'est même trop pour UN SEUL HOMME ↯
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeej'ai appris p.ar coeur ` Il est déjà trop tard ⇀ ( Je veux juste une dernière danse )
★ ⊱ █████████████████████████████████ » » » une dernière danse icedtea ↓
Kanon walked down the cheerful street, hands stuffed in her pockets. The December snow had recently stopped, covering the city in its usual blanket of white. Her black boots trudged through snow-dusted sidewalks as she hummed absentmindedly. The headphones around her neck were playing Dernière Danse softly. Kanon grinned at the sight of the Christmas decorations. The city was always most beautiful at this time of the year. The only thing that really irked her was the fact that many of her friends chose to translate Christmas into the holiday of amour. Err no, that's Valentine's. It was bad enough they'd attempt to set her up with some random person each year, but it was worse this year. Because Kanon had an idea who they would try to steer her towards.
Dante.
She honestly couldn't understand her friends' (and fellow co-workers, as well as classmates) obsession with putting the two together. While it was true that she could now be in the same room as him and not instigate a fight, it didn't mean that Kanon liked her fellow musician any better than she used to. She came to a stop in front of the friendly Coffee Shop, her breath curling into wisps of mist in the freezing air. Before she could open the door though, someone else opened it from the inside.
"Ah, mademoiselle." It was one of the usual customers, coming out of the shop. Kanon smiled in return. It was strange though - he was never this early. The young man had always been cheerful and polite to her, and Kanon found it pleasant to talk with him when he did come in. "Nice to see you today," he tipped his hat to her. Kanon laughed.
As she entered the small and cozy shop, she shrugged off her jacket and scarf. Kanon headed for the back, where she could change into the work uniform. Dropping her messenger bag on the floor, Kanon was tempted to flop down like the cloth bag and just lay there. But the clinking of glasses outside and hum of voices told her it was time for work. She quickly slipped into the standard uniform - a light tan shirt with a dark green bandana around the neck and a neat black skirt. Adjusting the beret hat sitting on top of her head (and pigtails), Kanon walked out to see the customers at their usual places. Scanning around, she was relieved to see that Dante wasn't there yet. She never understood why that man kept coming back, especially during her shifts. Maybe it was to piss her off?
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 5:48 am
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xxxxx
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
ησт ALONE †
his friends, Kanon « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
irritable, self-conscious « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'Dammit, out of all people...why do they insist that it must be her?' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
the Coffee Shop « xxx
Dante was the dark rain cloud among the cheery miniature suns that were the people he called 'friends'. The streets were crowded with the French calling out merry greetings to each other, bundled up in furs and heavy coats, running about through the snow while they did their last minute Christmas shopping. Red noses poked through fur-lined mufflers and everywhere he turned, Dante saw a person sporting at least four hand-warmers, three layers of hats with flaps, and multiple hot cups of cocoa or coffee or whatever just to keep warm.
Christmas was ridiculous.
He had decided a long time ago that he would never enjoy any kind of holiday ever again; especially Christmas.
Because it was the day that person never came. His Christmas stopped coming about the day that person died.
And that was the reason why he was currently now scowling up at the Christmas lights and the obnoxiously twinkling tree with it's ridiculous star and large ornaments as his so called 'friends' dragged him along towards the infamous Coffee Shop. He had promised himself that he was going to come to the Shop during Christmas; and yet here he was, not even trying to make a half-heart attempt to escape the eager tugging of the rapidly speaking girls and guys who were excited about seeing the Coffee Shop decorated during Christmas.
Lately, he found that he didn't mind going to the Coffee Shop as much as he used to, even with a certain someone there. But today was different. He knew that he was the unfortunate victim of his friends' 'match-making', who had somehow decided that he was the perfect match for that irritable girl who had homeroom with him at college.
Kanon.
The mere thought of her soured his mood a little more. True, he had grown to tolerate her presence, but that didn't mean that he was going to start dating her. She wasn't even his type!
And their fights were not 'lovers' spats', dammit!
They had reached the brightly lit Coffee Shop and the girls started to squeal at how pretty it was. One of them, however, turned to Dante with a determined look. "Dante! Put that cancer stick out! We can't have you going in there smoking!" She exclaimed, to which the crimson-haired Italian merely shrugged. "So I won't go in, facile (simple)." Another girl sighed. "Dante, as much as you're irresistible when you speak in Italian, you're not getting away today." She snatched his cigarette away, to a scowled protest of 'Oi, woman! Give it back!' and propelled the still protesting pianist into the Coffee Shop.
The warm aroma of coffee and chocolate and toffees enveloped him like a familiar embrace and, much to his annoyance, he found that he had stopped fighting and allowed his haggle of friends to lead him to a seat. "Come on, Danny! Be a sport!" One of the guys laughed loudly, smacking him on the back; and Dante only scowled deeper as he removed his scarf and coat, draping it over the back of his seat, before he slouched in his chair and let his friends chatter and fawn over the place.
'This is ridiculous. These people are ridiculous. Christmas is ridiculous. What am I even doing here?'
And then one of the girls spotted Kanon.
And then decided to wave her over.
And if that wasn't enough, she just had to call to make sure Kanon noticed her.
"Kanon~! Kanon, over here~~!"
Dante wanted to bang his head against the table or melt away so that she wouldn't see him. "....perché fatto voi ragazzi devono portami lungo? (why did you guys have to bring me along?)..." He muttered under his breath, though no one would understand him anyways, and he merely crossed his arms and looked the other way, fingers twitching as he itched for a cigarette.
||OoC: D'awwwwww, I'm just sitting here feeling so sorry for Dante xDD Hmmm...I forgot to add 'likes to smoke' in the extras section o.o ||
t h e hero you make me o u t to be is but a thought a n d shadow; a figment o f your own imagination.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:42 am
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❀┆ кαnon ʟ`oυvᴇʀтυʀᴇ " C'est une douleur qui se garde // Qui fait plus de bien que de mal" Je veux juste une dernière danse
Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence
Elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeje peux mourir. demain ` mais ça n'change « RIEN
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeicecoffeeice Merci d'avoir enchanté ma vie
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeice ↺ Le bonheur ancré dans mon âme !! ⇀ elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeecoffeec'est même trop pour UN SEUL HOMME ↯
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeej'ai appris p.ar coeur ` Il est déjà trop tard ⇀ ( Je veux juste une dernière danse )
★ ⊱ █████████████████████████████████ » » » une dernière danse icedtea ↓
Maybe god really hated her today. That was the only thought going through the petite girl's head when she heard, "Come on, Danny! Be a sport!" Her face immediately paled (not that it wasn't already pale), and she closed her eyes and hoped it wasn't who she thought it was. No, no, no, and no! This was the beginning of December, the month of Christmas! This was supposed to be a good month! Maybe if she ignored them and pretended that she didn't exist, they would leave her alone. Apparently not.
"Kanon~! Kanon, over here~~!"
She froze, her mind conjuring one word. 'Maudit. (damn)' Sighing in resignation, Kanon slowly walked over to the crowded table. She was trying to drag out her journey there as slowly as possible, but one of the girls decided she was too slow. The next thing she knew, Kanon was being tugged there at a pace faster than she liked and arrived at no time. Why, why did this have to happen? "Oui, how may I help you?" She said, pulling out a notepad and pen.
"Come and sit with us, Kanon~" The same girl who had dragged poor Kanon over insisted with a bright tone.
Oh no.
Smiling painfully (if that was possible), Kanon replied with a, "Désolé (sorry), but I'm working right now." She just hoped that they would leave her alone after this. She was alternating back and forth between nervous, exasperated, irritated, and a whole range of emotions that were not on the positive scale. Maybe when this was over she'd poor herself a nice cup of tea and try to calm down. Hopefully. Being calm in a situation like this wasn't quite her forte.
On the other hand, she noticed Dante looking like he wanted to melt away. Kanon mentally smirked at his discomfort - ha, the idiot deserved it! Somewhere in the back of her head, a little voice told her she was being ridiculously childish, but Kanon squashed that voice and let it run away screaming in a high-pitched squeal.
[ OOC: .... o m o I could barely finish this post - an earthquake happened right in the middle of it [/goes and crawls under table] someone give me ice cream... ]
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:09 pm
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xxxxx
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
ησт ALONE †
his friends, Kanon « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
irritable, self-conscious « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'Dammit, out of all people...why do they insist that it must be her?' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
the Coffee Shop « xxx
"Oui, how may I help you?" Danted wanted to sink further into his seat, making a point not to look at Kanon and not notice her at all. He leaned his chin into his palm, propping his arm up on the table, and used his free finger to trace invisible patterns on the dark table top. "Come and sit with us, Kanon~" At least that elicited a twitch of annoyance from him. "Désolé, but I'm working right now." Thank god. "Awww, come on, Kanon, just for a little bit?" Dante rolled his eyes. "If she doesn't want to join you, then don't make her." He cut in. "She obviously has better things to do." "Dante, don't be such a bully~!" The crimson-haired Italian ignored the girl's words.
It's not like he wanted to be here.
It's not like he wanted to be nice.
He hadn't come to Paris to flirt or make friends; he just wanted to finish learning what that person had started to teach him. He wanted to be able to live like a normal person before his father decided that he was going to give the famiglia up to him. His brother had told him that he envied Dante for being full-blooded Sicilian.
Dante would do anything to give it up.
He would never let anyone know, but Christmas was affected him a lot, mentally. It was a much more painful time that he would ever admit. Everything about Christmas brought back unwanted memories...warm memories that made the cold reality all that much sharper, bringing him back to a time when what little happiness he had found had been stolen from him. "Maledizione [damn it]..." He cursed under his breath, realizing that he was letting his emotions take control of him again. "I'm leaving." He announced, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and sick, pushing himself up from his seat to leave, ignoring the multiple hands on his coat keeping him from leaving.
||OoC: o ~ O [/sends over ice cream immediately] ||
t h e hero you make me o u t to be is but a thought a n d shadow; a figment o f your own imagination.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:37 pm
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❀┆ кαnon ʟ`oυvᴇʀтυʀᴇ " C'est une douleur qui se garde // Qui fait plus de bien que de mal" Je veux juste une dernière danse
Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence
Elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeje peux mourir. demain ` mais ça n'change « RIEN
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeicecoffeeice Merci d'avoir enchanté ma vie
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeice ↺ Le bonheur ancré dans mon âme !! ⇀ elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeecoffeec'est même trop pour UN SEUL HOMME ↯
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeej'ai appris p.ar coeur ` Il est déjà trop tard ⇀ ( Je veux juste une dernière danse )
★ ⊱ █████████████████████████████████ » » » une dernière danse icedtea ↓
Kanon was tempted to sink into the ground and go into a nice deep hibernation. "If she doesn't want to join you, then don't make her." Gee, thanks, Prince Charming. "She obviously has better things to do." And that was just insulting. Kanon's hand twitched while she debated whether it was worth slapping the idiot or not. Jeesh. Couldn't he have said it nicer?
"I'm leaving."
Kanon glanced at him, getting up and such. His friends seemed to protest, trying to keep him from leaving. That only made Kanon even angrier. Without thinking, she crossed the gap so that she was right next to him and raised a hand to slap him across the cheek. "Just what kind of jerk are you?!" She didn't care if she hit him, but continued on. "Your friends are trying to spend some time with you, and you don't even try to appreciate their efforts!" Oh boy. She probably had everyone in the shop watching by now, but she didn't care.
"Can't you be grateful you have people who at least-" Suddenly, her face lost all color, and she stopped midsentence. Dumbfounded, her eyes darted around, as if not seeing. She opened her mouth a few times, but no words came out. Finally, her eyes snapped back to Dante and hardened.
"...nevermind." And then, as quick as a hummingbird, she flew away into the safety of the back rooms. Oh dear god, what had she done now? This was just making it worse.
[ OOC: ice cream~ my life is now complete! ]
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 5:44 am
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xxxxx
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
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no one « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
numb « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'...' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
not quite sure « xxx
A collective gasp rose from the people around them as the sharp snap of the slap rang through the Coffee Shop and suddenly everyone was silent. "Just what kind of jerk are you?!" Dante's left cheek was numb, an angry streak of red across the side of his face a shade lighter than his hair. He couldn't even get angry at her for hitting him, merely turning his face back to meet hers blankly and pushed the hair out of his eyes. "Your friends are trying to spend some time with you, and you don't even try to appreciate their efforts! Can't you be grateful you have people who at least-" Dante raised his eyebrow mockingly as if to say 'Go on. Continue. Enlighten me.'
But she didn't. She merely gaped at him like a goldfish.
"...nevermind."
As Kanon rushed away, Dante merely picked up his things calmly and left the Coffee Shop; leaving behind the incident and the stunned silence of the small but no longer cozy building.
He didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do, but it seemed like a good idea at the time to just storm out into the cold. Snow was starting to fall again, a light dusting of white, making everything look sugar coated and fairytale-like. But Dante's mood contrasted sharply with everything around him.
It had been snowing just like this...that day all those years ago.
"...She promised...She promised she'd come visit." A smaller, younger Dante was seated on the bay-window seat, hands pressed up against the cold glass of the window as he tried to see out through the snow for the car that would bring his mother to him.
She had never told him, but Dio had.
Dio was gone now, but he didn't mind. He'd see his mother and finally be able to call her that.
But time passed. Minutes turned into hours. Hours into days.
She wasn't coming.
He hadn't realized that he had reached a half-busy bridge; with people swarming to and fro, over the frozen river beneath. "Mama~! Mama, look~!" A young boy passed him by, tugging his mother over to the sweets store where they were selling Christmas cookies and other sugary things. With a look of angry disgust, he turned and headed towards the college dormitory. Though he wore his coat and scarf, trying to blend in with the crowd, his bright hair made him stand out even now, flakes of snow clinging to individual locks as he walked. He took out another cigarette and lit it up as he walked, his hands itching to resume composing his half-finished piano score for the end of the year performance. He didn't have time to be dwelling on thoughts like these, nor the incident that had just occurred.
He was right, he shouldn't have gone to the Coffee Shop.
Stepping outside of his room during Christmas always did this to him; he should've known it wouldn't have been any different this year.
||OoC: XD ||
t h e hero you make me o u t to be is but a thought a n d shadow; a figment o f your own imagination.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:14 am
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❀┆ кαnon ʟ`oυvᴇʀтυʀᴇ " C'est une douleur qui se garde // Qui fait plus de bien que de mal" Je veux juste une dernière danse
Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence
Elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeje peux mourir. demain ` mais ça n'change « RIEN
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeicecoffeeice Merci d'avoir enchanté ma vie
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeeice ↺ Le bonheur ancré dans mon âme !! ⇀ elle fait partie de moi
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeecoffeec'est même trop pour UN SEUL HOMME ↯
icechocolattecoffeeicechocolattecoffeej'ai appris p.ar coeur ` Il est déjà trop tard ⇀ ( Je veux juste une dernière danse )
★ ⊱ █████████████████████████████████ » » » une dernière danse icedtea ↓
Pouring milk into the cup of coffee, Kanon sat brooding over she`d just done. Why in the world did Dante always make her snap like that? It wasn`t like she was such an unpleasant person to begin with...right? She eyed the dark contents of the coffee with a moody expression, wondering why her favorite holiday had to be ruined. She really should be apologizing...but Kanon would rather die than apologize to that red-headed b*****d. Setting the cups on a tray, she left the sanctuary of the back and headed over to the table where Dante`s friends were, hoping they weren`t angry with her. To her surprise, they weren`t angry.
"Hey, you okay?"
Setting down the tray, she slumped forward and mumbled, "I really screwed that up, didn`t it?" She could already feel their nods of agreement.
"But you know," one of the girls patted her shoulder. "It`s a good thing you can be so direct with him. Even we, as his friends, have a hard time talking to him." Kanon was tempted to bash her head into a wall, but she was quite sure that it wouldn`t be appreciated. That was not a good thing!
Another person, this time a boy, piped up. "Y`know, if you`re that upset, the proper thing to do is apologize." Apologize? She`d rather die first.
Noting the expression on Kanon`s face, the girl who spoke first re-entered the conversation. "Why don`t you just call him and apologize? Or send a text? Sure, it`s probably not the best way to apologize, but I`m sure he`ll understand you`re sorry." She rummaged through her bag, probably to look for her phone. Kanon wavered uncertainly, watching the group`s enthusiasm. What was up with that? Don`t tell her - oh, lord, no.
"Here it is!" came the triumphant yell, rousing Kanon from her misery. A slip of paper was shoved in her face, on which it contained some numbers scrawled hastily in black ink.
"T-Thanks?" the black-haired girl replied uneasily.
Just as she was about to head back to the counter, her boss caught up with her. "Kanon-chan~!" The childish and older Japanese man appeared, looking as air-headed as usual with a hint of desperation.
"Yes, boss?"
"Kanon-chan, it`s terrible!" Her boss wailed, flailing his arms around. There was a round of appreciative laughs around the shop, since most of the customers were used to the boss`s antics. "There`s a meeting I have to go to tonight, but there`s no one who can take care of the night shifts!"
"Err..."
"You`ll help me out, won`t you?"
"T-That`s..."
"But oh no! What if a pervert or stalker tries to get youuuuu?!"
"Boss..."
"You have a ride home at least, don`t you?"
"Actually..."
"Thanks, Kanon! I knew I could count on you!"
With that last statement, the boss waltzed right out and Kanon was left hanging in disbelief. That conversation had been completely one-sided. And her boss should`ve known by now that Kanon a) did not have a ride home, b) was scared of cars, c) definitely didn`t like working late. The late night customers always scared her, if they did appear. And she had a feeling that they would. After all, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
"Will you be alright?" One of Dante`s friends inquired, watching her shift her feet uneasily.
"Oh, I`ll be absolutely fine!" The sarcasm of the statement was not lost among the group of friends.
"If you need a ride, we`d be happy to give you one."
Kanon shook her head. Her phobia of cars was a secret she`d prefer to keep, thank you very much. As she made her way back to the counter, her mind was turning in circles. It was probably a bad thing that she lived so far away - if only she had agreed to stay in the dorms for this year, she`d probably have no problem. She fidgeted with the piece of paper for a few seconds. Finally, she pulled out her phone. Tapping away, she managed a "sorry `bout what I did earlier" and then hit "SEND". Hopefully that was the end of it. Kanon slid the phone back into her pocket and then sighed.
[ OOC: sorry it`s late - i`ve gotten so much busier again [/shot] and school is starting next week too ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:26 am
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xxxxx
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
Ω not as strong as you make me out to ¤ BE
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
ησт ALONE †
no one « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
curiously anxious, mildly irritated at himself, very irritated at his 'friends' « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'...Damn so called 'friends'...' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
on his way back to the Coffee Shop « xxx
Dante felt his phone vibrate insistently in his pocket, and he pulled it out, thinking that it was one of his friends' SMSing him to return. Instead, it was an unknown number, but the message let him known immediately who it was.
'sorry `bout what I did earlier'
Dante's kohl-rimmed amber-gold eyes scanned again and again and again over that one simple line and an unknown feeling blossomed in his chest. Relief, irritation, exasperation, and bemusement were all rolled into one tight package that threatened to explode in his chest and he didn't know why. Irritation over-rode everything else soon though. "Cazzo..." He muttered the curse half-heartedly under his breath. If she had stayed mad at him, it would have made this so much more easier. But now he was at a loss at what to do. Replying to apologies were never his thing. No one had ever apologized to him before. Ever.
At least, not in this way.
And now he was feeling bad for just leaving like that.
He repeated his curse as he leaned back on one of the lamp-posts, letting his head hit the metal with a dull thud. Now what? Should he go back? No, that was just plain humiliating. That would be like he was some sort of sulky girlfriend. Anger and embarrassment at the thought caused a red flush to cross his face, and he hoped to pass it off for the cold. Respond with a text back? He had no idea what to say. A string of curses escaped him again.
Another SMS called him back to the present again.
Was it Kanon?
No, one of his friends.
'leaving CS nao. kanon is stayin for l8 shift, in case u want 2 kno :)'
CS probably meant Coffee Shop.
"Lazy a** typers..."
No, he hadn't wanted to know.
But now he couldn't help but worry. Late shifts meant Kanon would be walking back to the dorms, or wherever she lived, alone really late or, worse, really early in the mornings. A scowl crossed his features. These girls...they sure knew how to guilt trip him into doing things. He returned the text with one of his own.
'I hate you all. Next time, you're finding your own accompanying pianist.'
Dante shut his phone and trudged his way back to the Coffee Shop, glowering, a stream of Italian cuss words escaping in innocent white puffs of air, under his breath.
Meanwhile, back at the Coffee Shop, the girl who sent the text beamed at the reply she got. It meant Dante was coming back~ That was their cue then~! She got up and the rest followed. "We have to be going now. Are you sure you don't need us to drive you back?" She asked sweetly, knowing Kanon would refuse anyways. "You'd better be careful coming back if you aren't letting us take you, alright?" Another girl hugged Kanon gently.
||OoC: Don't worry about it, I understand ^___^ ||
t h e hero you make me o u t to be is but a thought a n d shadow; a figment o f your own imagination.
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