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Entry tags:
- blindspot: sarah weller,
- dangan ronpa: chiaki nanami,
- dangan ronpa: sayaka maizono,
- estancia: kay,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 4: kanji tatsumi,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- persona 5: futaba sakura,
- persona 5: goro akechi,
- persona 5: morgana,
- power rangers: billy cranston,
- the vampire diaries: stefan salvatore
first notes § a classy diner
who: goro & you
where: diner
when: first week of may
rating: pg-13 (probably? will update if necessary)
the story: a detective walks into a diner for some pancakes and....
option 1 - for the employees
[ while this isn't leblanc, per say, it still has a rather comforting feel to it. he isn't sure if it's the decor or the general energy in the diner, but it seems to call to him the same way that the tiny curry and coffeeshop did back in tokyo. it's not insanely crowded but it has enough interesting faces to keep him intrigued. still, that's not to say he's actively seeking conversation. rather, he's brought a book from the library down to the diner to thumb through as he takes a break from investigating the hot mess he's found himself in.
there's a pencil stuck between his teeth, brown fringe covering his eyes as he skims the pages of the book. occasionally, he plucks the pencil out to scribble something down in the margin, and then just like that, the pencil returns dutifully to his mouth.
he hasn't ordered yet, a bit lost in thought over the pages of paradise lost. ]
option 2 - for others
[ now that he has his coffee (it's really a necessity in life), he's taken a break from the pages of the riveting story to glance around the diner. simply surveying the area for any "familiar faces." one leg is crossed against another, dangling off the edge of the stool, toe of his shoe tapping light sounds against the counter in front of him.
as usual, each and every lock of hair is perfectly in place and he's wearing his tan jacket complete with a drab, striped tie. although he enjoys the tranquility, he can't help but catch the gaze of anyone who walks into this diner. namely, you.
there's a bright, undeniably charismatic smile that appears and he lifts a hand politely up in way of greeting. ]
May I ask you a question?
where: diner
when: first week of may
rating: pg-13 (probably? will update if necessary)
the story: a detective walks into a diner for some pancakes and....
option 1 - for the employees
[ while this isn't leblanc, per say, it still has a rather comforting feel to it. he isn't sure if it's the decor or the general energy in the diner, but it seems to call to him the same way that the tiny curry and coffeeshop did back in tokyo. it's not insanely crowded but it has enough interesting faces to keep him intrigued. still, that's not to say he's actively seeking conversation. rather, he's brought a book from the library down to the diner to thumb through as he takes a break from investigating the hot mess he's found himself in.
there's a pencil stuck between his teeth, brown fringe covering his eyes as he skims the pages of the book. occasionally, he plucks the pencil out to scribble something down in the margin, and then just like that, the pencil returns dutifully to his mouth.
he hasn't ordered yet, a bit lost in thought over the pages of paradise lost. ]
option 2 - for others
[ now that he has his coffee (it's really a necessity in life), he's taken a break from the pages of the riveting story to glance around the diner. simply surveying the area for any "familiar faces." one leg is crossed against another, dangling off the edge of the stool, toe of his shoe tapping light sounds against the counter in front of him.
as usual, each and every lock of hair is perfectly in place and he's wearing his tan jacket complete with a drab, striped tie. although he enjoys the tranquility, he can't help but catch the gaze of anyone who walks into this diner. namely, you.
there's a bright, undeniably charismatic smile that appears and he lifts a hand politely up in way of greeting. ]
May I ask you a question?
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Sure, go for it. What's up?
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He wasn't expecting somebody to talk to him. Billy never expects people to talk to him. Not unless they're making fun of him like Colt. The only people who talk to him without making fun of him are the other Rangers.
Still, this guy looks friendly enough.
Billy pulls himself onto the stool next to him, placing his ever present notebook and pencil case onto the counter. ]
Sure.
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1!
Something about this kid reminds him of someone, but he can't exactly put his finger on who or why.
He clears his throat as he heads over, not wanting to startle the guy while he's reading.]
Yo-- new face, huh? Want somethin' to drink?
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He liked working at the Diner if not just for himself, honing whatever skills he had when it came to sweets or having the opportunity to spend the time with Souji and Kanji, but also for other people who happened to stop by, relax, meet with friends, gather information. Something like that.]
Did you want something to eat while you read?
[There were a few people who did bring a book to read while at the Diner, but maybe not as intensely or focused as this person who was also scribbling in the margins of the pages. Was that book from the library? Oh, well.]
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Ah . . . me?
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2 - going against the stream, cause he do as he do do
[What now, unusually picture-perfect person? Leonard just answered the question right away, no hesitation. However, now he's standing there, weight mostly on one leg, hip cocked a little, one hand loosely holding on to the opposing other arm and his eyebrows arched.
Daring him to continue on from this in any way he could think to.]
len never change
he won't, promise
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because he can't stop minding other peoples' business.]What are you reading?
[The apron gives away that he works there, at least.]
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Stefan raises his eyebrows in amusement, half-wondering what'll come next. He's not quite as immaculately dressed, but the excessive amount of hair gel and aged leather jacket indicate the time and effort he places into his appearance. He's even got a matching messenger bag, slung across his shoulder.] Um, sure.
[ He grabs a seat next to the stranger, flagging down one of the employees for a cup of black tea. There's a certain ease to his actions, as if he's visited the place numerous times (which he has). ]
What do you wanna know?
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[ The answer is given flippantly despite the way Futaba freezes like a deer caught in headlights in the doorway of the diner. For the most part she's been sticking to the room she'd gotten near the others, pouring over the network and any information she could find in this place and she'd been perfectly happy to stay there, too - magic closets made that easy, after all. But between a little nudging from Ann and Morgana and that voice in the back of her head that was coming to sound conspicuously like Akira, here she was. Venturing out. Seeing the world. Or Wonderland, at least.
She wasn't sure she liked it. It was very tempting to just go darting back to her room. But she'd heard this place had pancakes, so...
Apparently, it also had Akechi's. She stares at him, surprise melting into narrow-eyed intent before she skates around to the left to give him a wide berth and flop onto a stool several seats down from him - the equivalent of her typical spot back home in Leblanc. ]
probably spoilers in here because it's akechi
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AH! Eek! ... M-Me?
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A diner. How mysterious. Only the truly evil would hide in plain daylight like this, taking in the delights of coffee and morning treats, homogenizing with the world around him. Only a truly evil, ruthless type of guy would sit there reading... Paradise Lost? Really?
And Morgana thought he was being sly, his tiny frame against the booth as he eavesdropped, believing that he would slide right under the radar from any potential shady dealings going on here, but, really, he was just sitting in place and reading. Which causes him quite the stir when Akechi so casually directs a question straight towards him, as if he somehow, mysteriously (read: he was so obvious it was painful) knew that he was there all along.]
Oh, h-heeey! Funny that you're here, I was just getting my bearings straight. What can I help you with?
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The moment she steps into the diner, Akechi happens to catch her eye, even more so by his friendly greeting. He seemed quite nice! He also had this gentleman like aura around him.
She greets him with a polite smile of her own and takes a seat next to him.]
Sure, go right ahead! I'll be happy to answer.
[Was he new face? There were plenty of people that she hadn't ran into but she was fairly certain she hasn't seen him around.]
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She could get almost any food she wants here in Wonderland, and yet, she finds herself coming to the diner more often than not. Maybe it's more than just the quality of the food, it's the nostalgia attached to it, the memories of being young, when her family was still alive. So she walks in, fully intending to get a burger and fries, but stops when she's asked a question. Nodding a little, she gives him a little smile in return. ]
Yeah. Go for it.
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sorry for the horrible delay, real life ate me. <3
not a problem!!! <3
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Unlike the detective, Kay is dressed casually. A vest covers his green, long-sleeved shirt. The red markings under his eyes make his face an easy one to remember. Kay shrugs, attention already half-taken by the laptop he's brought with him.]
Go ahead.
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