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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:02 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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"Here you go, Tiffany. Here's your toy~" Chester cooed to his pet as he rolled a make-shift ring made out of leftover cardboard rolls from tissues towards the cat. Tiffany pawed the toy with a gentle nudge, rolling it gently towards the grass. Though yesterday was the event talking place at the park, it was never too late to walk a pet at any time. Not to mention that his cheesecake brownies were a hit towards his co-workers at Neon Lights and they were expecting another batch next time. The DJ simply mentioned that they would never get another batch if they were impatient, and luckily, there was laughter, the banter being vibrant until he left the nightclub, having to head back home because he was tired as hell.
Tiffany wagged her tail as she continued playing with the yarn, inducing a smile on his face. The schedule for the driving classes would be notified to him via e-mail, the earliest time being tomorrow, but nonetheless, Chester was excited. He then rolled another cardboard ball towards her and she mewled softly in reply. Because of that, the cat's paws were focused on nudging both balls at the same time, definitely keeping her occupied for the time being.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: Soleil ParkStatus: SingleMood: playfulCompany: TiffanyMoney: $82.00 (Wallet); $1225.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 11:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 11:55 pm
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 ~Izumi Hayashi~Izumi would arrive back at the park once more for another quiet day out of the house. The previous day had been a rather pleasant outing for him, good food and good company certainly made things good. Izumi would then glance at a young man who seemed to be playing with his cat in the park which made him smile. It was nice to see people feeling comfortable with bringing all different pets out and not just dogs. But soon his attention was taken away by a pair of young girls only a few steps away arguing over which flowers were prettier which seemed to be a heated topic for them. One would be yelling that the roses were prettier and the other disagreeing saying that the 'purple flowers' were better. Izumi gave a small smile before he slowly walked over in his blue kimono "Excuse me young ladies, if I may?" the two girls would stop their yelling as Izumi gently nudged them to the side, got on his knees, and began to work his magic by first bringing these flowers much more life and making their colors much more vibrant than before "Roses are indeed a beautiful flower, symbols of love and passion that have so much meaning" the one girl looked proud for but a moment "However a bouquet of red roses, while well meaning can be a bit one note and boring. This can be said for all flowers to be honest..." he would reach over and pluck several roses and the purple flowers "These flowers are known as Blue Iris's, symbols of faith, hope, and wisdom. Flowers that have an equally powerful meaning" both girls were enamored by the young man at this point and the two mothers who were nearby seemed equally intrigued "Flowers are like people, they're always better when they compliment each other, not clash with one another" he explained as he handed one girl the iris and the other a rose "You can tell a story with just a bouquet of flowers, but that story can only be told if there they all work together to better each other" he finished as Izumi would then hand each girl the opposite flower as they seemed to understand what he was saying and would giggle and run up to their mothers as they began to try and explain what he just said. Kids were so cute when they were excited. |
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 2:43 am
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Tiffany was still having fun with the balls, that's for sure, with tiny mewls emitting from the feline. Chester chuckled and his orange orbs stared up at the sky; the weather was a bit too hot for him to wear a jacket, so he had just settled with a graphic T-shirt that was light gray in color. The drawing of the panda with the headphones, working on the turntables, was something worth noticing for some people. However, the heated conversation, soothed by a man who gave flowers to the ladies, reached his ears, and he craned his head, heaving himself away from the grass, curiosity getting the best of him. His hands wiped the dirt off his jeans before as he took notice of the flowers that were bestowed to them. It was something that Chester hadn't seen everyday, but suddenly, the past image of Jessie being happy with the roses flashed into his mind.
That nostalgic memory pierced his heart; Chester wanted to forget about it and move on, but the past was not so easy to escape. Tiffany's mewl snapped him back to reality before he could sink deeper into such thoughts, and he chuckled as he crouched down, giving the cat a gentle pat, "Sorry about that, Tiff." Glad to know that the master was feeling okay, the cat continued on playing, though the ball ended up rolling a bit too far, landing close to the raven-haired man's feet. Slightly alarmed, the DJ half-jogged towards that figure, rubbing the back of his own head sheepishly, "Sorry about that, mister. My cat's feeling a bit too energetic today." He was hoping that the person wasn't too annoyed at the sudden intrusion.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: Soleil ParkStatus: SingleMood: playful, curious, sheepishCompany: Tiffany, the young manMoney: $82.00 (Wallet); $1225.00 (Bank)OOC: Chester's T-shirt. |
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 1:47 pm
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ꍟᐯ꒒ꀤꌗ ꍟ. ꌗꃅꀤꌃꂦꂦ꓄
☤☭╠════════════════╬✜╬════════════════╣☭☤
"Keep yourself cool when the storm is rough,
Company: Status: Single Wallet: $5500 Home: 1222 Pasadena Housing District Profile: Dossier Mood: Restful Outfit: Blue short sleeve hoodie, sleeveless olive buttondown shirt, gray dirty jeans, steel toe with shin length socks
because when you takes things slow, everything goes in your pace."
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The park drew his attention once more as the trip back was pleasantly swell, seeing a few familiar faces though, Elvis would give a friendly wave as he passes by.
The sun is warm and the aimless wander was enjoyable at most, his guitar hanging behind his back and the addition of a quaint little picnic basket hanging beneath an arm. After finding some where to set up under a nearby tree, Elvis sets a picnic area laying down the blanket neatly on the grass. Placing the basket beside him as he sat and rolling his favorite guitar to the front of him.
Like his last visit to the park, the first stroke of the guitar strings sounded soft and calming before turning to an acoustic music that plays not like music used to listen to but one that fills the atmosphere with sweet melodies for the ambience itself.
Elvis noticed a few individuals sitting themselves nearby and a group of friends setting up their own picnic area at a nearby tree, though he didn't mind at all as they seem to enjoy the added feel of a park with a performer playing his own music. A few heads moving to the rhythm and some humming the notes as if they've heard it once a long time ago and are simply reminiscing in the sweet sound.
Some of the instrumental songs vary in length, others seem no more than a few minutes longer.
The look Elvis portrays makes him look content and at peace, head sways softly from side to side accompanied by a heartwarming smile that could be infectious as to cause one other to smile themselves.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 3:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 11:51 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:08 pm
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1105 Etoile Housing District
네가 가까워지면 ..
╔══⚸*:･ﾟ✧☾ ☥ ❦ ☥ ☽*:･ﾟ✧⚸══╗
Esmée, never being one to squander such a nice day, decided to take a stroll around in her cat form. Feeling the sun beam down on her fur was nice. And the random people who stopped to pet her head was nice too since it had been a thing she was into since she was young even before she learned to shapeshift. Though she was sure some were a bit confused to see a cat carrying a small purse around. Soon her casual strolling lead her to the park, noticing the cherry blossom trees that lined the pathway. As she continued on the witch turned cat would come upon the playground. Deciding to have a bit of fun Esmée would set her bad aside then walk over the see-saw, climb up the jungle gym and play around on the slide. She kept up her playful antics for a little while before deciding to find a nice shady tree to sat under. Retrieving her purse and making sure it was close by, she stretched then curled up. A perk of being in this form was that she could take naps in public without being judged. Not that she really cared what others thought of her, she'd done many things that people would've found odd. Like her penchant for giving prank potions to her family and close friends. Not out of malice of course, just for a laugh or two since they mainly only lasted a few hours. Speaking of potions she remembered the one she had made just last night for the cute bartender she had met yesterday which was currently in the little purse she carried with her. She hoped that she'd be able to meet up with Millie again, mostly because she enjoyed her company and partly because she wanted to ask about the blue flames that the woman produced. They were obviously of a ghostly origin, like a will-o'-the-wisp, which got her mind buzzing with ideas. Of course if she did see her again she wouldn't pry too much. A yawn escaped her as her eyes slid shut and she fell into a light sleep.
╚══⚸*:･ﾟ✧☾ ☥ ❦ ☥ ☽*:･ﾟ✧⚸══╝
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ღ My Money: $923 ღ My Location: Soleil Park ღ My Company: -- ღ My Relationship: Single ღ My Outfit: Lazy Day ღ My Thoughts: Hmm.. ღ My Mood: Calm/Sleepy ღ My Inventory: Small Purse
ღ My Profile: Right Here! My Job: N/A
ღ ❝OOC❞:
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나는 너에게 마법을 쓸거야.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2018 1:22 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2018 1:32 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2018 3:41 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2018 7:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 2:31 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 3:40 am
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Tiffany was half-jogging towards the ball when Chester was apologizing to the raven-haired man, and she inspected the scene with curiosity, her blue eyes being wondrously inquisitive. The ginger-haired laughed at the other male's remark about her, moving his hand down, "That, she cannot do yet, but she can jump stacks of boxes that are at the maximum of three." After that, there was the guitar performance from someone else; while it was nice and all, Chester was too busy with the conversation to notice it fully. "But still, you being able to impress the ladies is superb," he commented before he thought too much about what to say, which may or may not induce an unpleasant reaction from the other.
Definitely, the DJ wasn't exactly implying that the raven-haired man was a playboy, as the other's actual intentions may be different, and he was simply being platonic towards the women. Tiffany rolled the ball away from the raven-haired man, making sure that she wouldn't get in the way.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: Soleil ParkStatus: SingleMood: mostly good, outspokenCompany: Tiffany, the young manMoney: $82.00 (Wallet); $1225.00 (Bank)OOC: Chester's T-shirt. |
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