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Started March 20, 2018 by @Kazood

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@LightAngel168 @neopetsadmin (Sure thing, the more the merrier!!!)

Ezekiel sat back right then, drinking the rest of his coffee and only looking around once more when he gets up to leave. He notices it's a bit more packed than he previously thought, and although he had no reason to be interested in these strangers in particular, he found himself staring off into the distance at them, unable to pull his gaze and thoughts away. A girl on a laptop, kicked up feet, and an artistic young man to name a few, and he stood there with empty cup in hand like a buffoon.

Oliver Hanamura (basically, oliver is a 19 year old missing an eye, an arm, and has a head that needs to be reattached every so often. he's kind of a dick but he'll open up to those who get close enough)

Oliver slumped into the crowded area, clearly hungover and grumpy. He knew he wasn't allowed to drink, but goddammit he wanted to have a good time. Unfortunately, he's not good at holding his alcohol and woke up with a killer headache. Thinking that his go-to cafe would help him out, he pushed the door inwards and made his way over to the register, waiting for someone to attend to him

Name: Alison
Age: 17
Looks: medium long brunette ombre hair that begins straight and ends in curly waves, green jade eyes. Usually wears some jeans, flats and a sweater
Personality: She is a happy and positive person and she is always looking out for others, she is very empathetic though she tends to be very direct sometimes and gets offended easily. She thinks way too much every situation and she is really stubborn and loyal

(Is she ok? XD)

@LightAngel168 (Sounds good, feel free to join whenever suits you!)

Suddenly his head swung over to the door, which was recently opened as the man who did so sauntered over to the front register. He felt rather stupid right then, and finally, he looks down at himself standing in the middle of the floor. Slowly, he steps forward towards the door but this only made him look even more idiotic as he stops right then, even more in the way as his gaze goes back to these newcomers he hadn't seen before.

Sam caught this boy's eye, and grinned. Gotcha. They pulled out a glittery purple pen, writing on a napkin with large flourishes and elegant script. Calling a waiter over, they asked, "Hey, can you take this to the dude with the black coffee? At the third table?"

@shurikenwoldbadass_13 (Come on in!!! Although I'm stoppin' this late at night to warn you all. Night!)

OK, cool.

Name: August Gateson.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight, possibly bi.
Age: 5518
Species: Fallen angel.
Personality: He's sweet and funny, but rebellious and bitter too, especially on the exterior, he fell through no fault of his own or anyone else's, causing him to be this way, he's very carefree usually, but he's cautious when he needs to be.
Looks: Has cool but messy black hair with a white streak through it, medium height and build, with handsome features, he has two huge, long, powerful grey wings with black and white trim.
Powers: Superhuman intelligence, telepathy, has some mind-reading, some mind-control, and can fly, wings are superhumanly strong and fast, needs less sleep than humans do.
Other: Needs blood to survive, but will only take it willingly, can eat and drink though. Rides motorcycles, smokes, weilds razorblades.

(Hi! I'm on now! Sorry it updates a bit slowly, as I've said I'm new to this site so I do apologize. I'll try to reply now and get things moving again!!!)

Zeke didn't see the waiter coming at first, so he was more than a little startled when he was tapped on the shoulder and given some kind of note. He's not sure who wrote it until the same waiter pointed over to the one with the messy boots on top of their table, and at this he shakes his head a bit, hardly believing the stylized and colorful script was from the same person. Meanwhile, a worker attends to a disheveled and tired-looking young man slumping over the register, and the waiter soon goes over to help behind the counter.

The lively brunette quickly shut off his motorcycle, running over to the cafe, helmet held under his left arm. He is an interesting sight to say the least, messy hair, pierced ears and shark bites ( four piercings under lip) pressing his right arm against the window he looked in, observing the people that crowded the small shop. He smiles, rolling his golden eyes at the normality of the people inside.

"Boring" He chuckled in a sing-song voice.

"Honestly, how mundane can you get?"

His thoughts where cut off by a loud ringing coming from the back pocket of his blacked ripped jeans. He took a small step away from the building turning quickly on his heel and leaning against the glass, phone now up to his ear.

"Hello? Mark's the name assassinations my- Oh shi- Hey Nana!"

A short pause followed, the smirk that had formed on his pierced lips falling into a soft smile.

"Sorry Avó, I'm a little busy right now.."

Another pause.

"I promise I'll visit you Nana, I swear I just gotta get this little job done…"

He laughed a bit at his grandmothers worried tone.

"I'm a florist Avó, what are you so worried about?" He chuckled, with a quick 'I love you too' the tattooed covered teen hung up, shoving it back into his pocket, entering the small bistro.

Once he stepped in, he inhaled, the calming scent of coffee and the quite chatter of those inside consumed him.

"Good to be back in town." He murmured to himself, stepping up and into line with his usual cocky and presumptuous swagger.

August pulled his motorcycle into the lot, letting the kickstand down, he stood there, zoning out. He pulled out a smoke, and lit it. He looked forward at the coffeehouse. Chuckling, he drew in, and puffed out smoke.
"Looks hood enough" He said to himself, adjusting his hidden wings. He took a few more puffs, and ashed it on the back of his hand. He looked back at his Baby, she was sitting there, neatly.
He walked in.

Turning around Mark noticed somebody make their way inside, a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face he called out

"Alright! Nice bike man! What kind is she? I gotta Yamaha MT-07 myself, shes a beauty I'll tell ya that-"
Before he could ramble any farther the teen adjusted his fingerless black gloves.

"Mark." He said simply before sticking out a hand towards the newcomer, his golden eyes shimmering with interest.

Sam stuck out their tongue, winked, and made a peace sign when they saw Zeke looking at them. They weaved through the clutter of tables to Zeke, slamming their hands down and upsetting the coffee. "Whoops, sorry. Next one's on me," Sam sat down in the same comfortable position as before. "You're insert Zeke's hero name, right?" they asked, making no attempt to lower their voices.
New Post: Sam stuck out their tongue, winked, and made a peace sign when they saw Zeke looking at them. They weaved through the clutter of tables to Zeke, slamming their hands down and upsetting the coffee. "Whoops, sorry. Next one's on me," Sam sat down in the same comfortable position as before. "You're Zeke, right?" they asked, making no attempt to lower their voices.

"Thanks, yours too, mind's a Harley-Davidson, Iron 1200." He said, shaking this person's hand. He sauntered over to the register.
"Black." He said, he loved his coffee bitter.
He sauntered over to a booth, near a select few people, one was a girl, around 5'6", with black pigtails and eyes as emerald green as one of the twelve pillars in heaven.
Seeing her eyes made him long for home, which he was already starting to forget.

Ezekiel was obviously taken aback by this, mostly by their loud mannerisms and fearless attitude towards anyone else's personal space. He looks confused at the new person, pushing their note to the side and looking squarely at them with a genuinely confused expression. "Ahem- I'm sorry, ah… I'm not sure who you think I am. Since you picked me out of the crowd you must assume something quite different of me, maybe I remind you of someone else. But I am far from someone to be thought of as special, so I apologize." Zeke pushes his spilled coffee forward on the table, politely shaking his head and cleaning it up with a napkin.
(Note: Ezekiel isn't super-human or a hero in any way. Not sure if this is a misconception. Either way, it's rather interesting so far!)

Lucille took a sip of her drink, turning her head torwards the commotion, then quickly turned her attention back to her laptop. She continued typing her essay.
(Sorry, I was busy.)

"Hey. Let me get straight to the point: you're not supposed to be here," Sam said bluntly. "I'm sure it's just a small glitch in the works, but I'll buy you your coffee, then can you get out? This is a private area reserved for a certain club. I'm in Speech and Debate, and…yeah. Sorry," they said unapologetically. (How about only magic people can see it and Sam's confused because Zeke can)

Ezekiel stares pointedly at Sam. He raises an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes at how inexcusably upfront and exclusive they were being. It takes him a minute to recount his thoughts and work up the nerve to say something else, but when he does it's as poignant and diplomatic as normal. "I'm a regular patron of this establishment, and I haven't once heard of this club, so excuse me if I'm wrong. As for the coffee, I can pay for myself as I'm a working adult and don't go to school or have clubs anymore. As an adult, I'm sure you can understand that I don't have any obligation to leave a public place because someone ordered me to. So please, why don't you talk to me like an adult or run off back to your peers to talk in this immature tone?" Although his words were a bit harsh, he was as calm and steady-voiced as ever, simply wanting to get it through to this person at that moment. (Yeah also that sounds like a really cool idea actually!!)

Sam looked at Lucille with panicked eyes. Fucking help me out here, Lu. They signed. I've NEVER seen this dude before. "Yeah, we started meeting here. And correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the law state, sir, that we are legally allowed to purchase a meeting place beforehand and that we can complain to the authorities if we think that someone is invading the cafe we legally rented for one hour, with our own money? And I'm sure the cafe wouldn't want to bother with the difficulty of rescheduling and refunds. Plus, I come here every weekend, and I've never seen you before,"

Mark tilted his head as he watched them walk away, letting out a small 'huh' while walking to a small table and sitting down. Reaching into his back pocket he took out his phone, quickly dialing a number before holding it up to his phone.

"Aye, Ace! Haven't heard from you since my Pai passed."

He smiled as he listened to the deep voice of his best friend on the other side.

"Yeah listen, A, you gotta send one of your guys out here, you owe me one since I solved your pest problem," letting his friend interrupt him, laughing a bit as he had heard the excited squeal of a little girl on the other line.

"Hey bebê , Papai misses you Ana." a soft smile crossed his features as he talked to his daughter, feeling a slight tug on his heart, missing his little girl.

"I'll see you soon alright? Papai has a little work to do…I'll tell ótima avó you say hello alright? I love
you too anjo- alright bye."

With a sad sigh he hung up, shaking his head as he sent Milo his coordinates.

"This job better be quick." He growl, thinking about his little girl back home.

bebê- Baby Girl
Papai- Daddy
anjo- Angel
ótima avó - Great Grandma
Pai- Father
(This is all Portuguese)

At this sudden outburst of respect in schedule and law as a whole, he stands up, a light smile playing across his lips. "I wasn't made aware of this, so I sincerely do apologize. If this is actually what's happened, I'll be sure to leave immediately." With this, he turns and walks towards the door, casting glances again at the other people in the cafe and wondering if they were from the same school. Ezekiel usually wasn't one to give up so easily when he had doubts about someone's honesty, but he appreciated this previously rude person changing their tone to be more responsible, even if it was too threatening and snarky to be polite. As well as being fearful of starting any further conflict, he opens the door and only then turns his head back to Sam. "I'll be back tomorrow, like I always am before work. Let me know if that conflicts with your schedule." With this, he walks out, adjusting his bowtie and smoothing out his uniform pants once he's out. (Goodnight also!!!)