"Did ya hear about Blue Street?"

There's always something to hear about quirky Blue Street in a small town like this. With the largest selection of shops for miles, though it's actually only five in total, the place is really something to talk about. But even out of the context of the little, boring town, Blue Street is something special. Extraordinary even. The people who live there are unlike people you will meet anywhere else, with pasts and personalities so out of the norm that you'll leave wondering if you'll ever find a place like it again. And if you don't, and you go back to Blue Street, will it be where you left it?

Or is it all rumors?
Blue Street is probably really normal.
Probably.

The Shops of Blue Street:

The Cinnamon Cafe
An ideal breakfast and lunchtime location, with odd, mismatched furniture and picture windows made for people watching. Matched with a staff of locals, supervised by Mr. Cinnamon -- that crabby, middle-aged man that tends to have mood swings --, the place is known for it's snicker doodle cookies and clumsy service. If you have a knack for spilling coffee on customers and tripping on the shoelaces of sleep-deprived businessmen, apply for a job today!

Slots:
Girl [Ana]
Boy [Angel]
Wild Card [Epsilon](girl)

Kane Music
Though dubstep and Lady Gaga are foreign to a dusty town like this, you can certainly find some old-fashioned Beatles or Bob Marley up in here. Of course, the young folk that man the cash registers can hook you up with the more "hip" music if you ask. Though most people visit this place for it's wide selection of instruments, with an especially large range of guitars.

Slots:
Girl [Angel]
Boy [Ana]
Wild Card (Boy)[Shadow]

Cranford Books
Known as the only bookstore in town where you can read without buying -- or without being thrown out by fancy security guards -- Cranford is a cheerful, homey place, complete with a smiling old couple resembling everyone's grandparents. Though they've gotten to the age where they won't climb the ladder to get you that hard-to-reach book, they'll help you find anything else, and if it is out of reach then their young employees will be at your service. Just say please.

Slots:
Girl [Shadow]
Boy [Angel]
Wild Card (boy) [Wings]

The Blue Street Inn (Restaurant)
The classiest place in this strip of town, the Blue Street Inn has been around for ages, passed through the Worthington family for years. Though the owners are a bit shady, the service and food found here is top-notch. And if you're just looking for a place to relax and listen to live or classical music, there's a bar out back -- just be sure to slip the bartender a little extra if you're under 21.

Slots:
Girl [Angel]
Boy [Wings]
Wild Card [Epsilon] (Girl)

Thread Bare
Known for it's eclectic feel, not quite a pawn shop and not quite designer brand, Thread Bare is the place to go when you're in the mood to burn a hole in your pocket. Though second-hand and under-priced, the place is known for the best quality they can find and also the best prices. Most enter for one article of clothing, and come out with five.

Slots:
Girl [Angel]
Boy [Epsilon]
Wild Card [Open]

Housing
Though only a short few blocks, there are many options when it comes to living along the Street of Blue.

Carnegie Commons
Don't let the name fool you -- though named for the exquisite location in New York, Carnegie commons are the low end apartments found behind the Cinnamon Cafe and caddy-corner from Kane music. Complete with deteriorating brick walls and rusting fire escapes, the apartments work townhouse style -- the house is cut down the middle size-wise, with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom on either side. Perfect for newcomers to town, or college students without jobs, Carnegie welcomes those who don't mind having to keep their doors locked at night and their money in a safe (just in case.)

Apartments Available:
Apartment One
Half A [Open]
Half B [Open]
Apartment Two
Half A [Open]
Half B [Open]
Apartment Three
Half A [Caleb]
Half B [Open]
Apartment Four
Half A [Rain]
Half B [Open]


Blue Street Suites
Though they consist of about the same amount of space as the Carnegie Commons apartments do, the Blue Street Suites are located about the Blue Street Inn, and give an exhilarating view of the city (aka, highways to the North, fields to the South, and sketchy buildings East and West.) Given to workers of the Blue Street Inn at a discounted price, normal folk can also pay rent on a Blue Street Suite, where they can spend the nights desperately trying to get sleep over the roar of the drunkards and late-night lawyers in the restaurant below.

Suite One [Open]
Suite Two [Open]
Suite Three [Eric]
Suite Four [Open]
Suite Five [Open]
Suite Six [Open]
Suite Seven [Open]
Suite Eight [Open]



Cambridge Circle
The only expensive living option around is the houses behind the Blue Street Inn. Those who move into one of them will be neighbors with the old couple from Cranford, the crabby man from Cinnamon Cafe, and Mr. Worthington himself (along with his family of eight+) Thankfully, most of these houses are far too expensive and out of reach for most that move here, so you won't have to worry about having such odd neighbors.

House One [Aaron]
House Two [Open]
House Three [Open]



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-Ask to join, including what spots you would like (you have to pick from what is still open, unless you can get someone to trade. No exceptions)
-No GMing or PPing
-Fast forward by your own discretion, or if someone is getting uncomfortable (If any other player feels uncomfortable, you must fast forward or forfeit your slots in the chat.)
-Don't drop this chat without warning, at least kill your character off.

Terra Mansouri
Kane Music

Malik Harfert
Cranford Books

Vinnie Bruzewicz
Thread Bare

Caraline Wyatt
Cranford Books

Benytt Valentine Arce
Kane Music

Rain

"I'm jus' so sorry, mister!" Rain continued to gush as she dabbed at the customers suit. "I didn't mean fer that coffee ta just go flyin' like that, you'd hav' thought it was som' kin'a bird er somethin'."

A slight blush rose to her cheeks as the man continued to sputter curses, batting her hand away and drawing himself to his feet. Without another word he pushed the ten across the table that he'd laid there to pay for his small meal. Seizing his briefcase from beside the table, the man left without another word.

"Well, go 'head an b' that way then." She muttered, then sighed, glancing down at the huge mess she'd managed to make. "Guess I shou' git to cleanin' this up."

Heading back into the kitchen with her tray, she searched the closet until she located the mop bucket, and the mop. Heading back out she managed to fall again, only all the way down this time, doing a brilliant face plant because of slipping on the coffee she'd split only moments ago.

"...wonderful..."

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Eric


"Clothes, check." He muttered, sniffing the shirt in his hands before slipping it over his head and searching for some shoes to slip on.

It didn't help his day at all when his alarm didn't go of. The freaking thing seemed to be broken now, seeing as what was supposed to be the current time, was just flashing 2...2...2...

Grumbling to himself he started towards the door, gripping the old portable CD player off of the table by his apartment door, and the hoodie that had been just dropped next to it. He hesitated, taking a whiff of that piece of clothing as well. Frowning a little he tossed it aside, running back into his room and locating a black one with an old band on the front before sticking the CD player in the pocket and heading out the front door.

As long as he wasn't late again, he'd be good.

Terra
Terra ran around her room, preparing for her day. Clothing was askew everywhere, mostly on the floor outside her closet and the chair next to her desk. On her desk were sheets of music and cd’s as well as colorful sharpie pens that littered the white surface. The colors of the sharpies were scribbled on the desk in quick doodles and names. The words and doodles were the only real color in the girl’s room. Everything else, from the bed spread to the walls to the ceiling, was a brilliant white. 

“Terra!” A voice screeched up the steps. Her mom. The girl tried to annoy it as she pulled her clothing for the day on. A simple, long purple and teal shirt-dress was pulled over her teal leggings. Purple sandal wedges were pulled on to compliment the outfit. Her purple ear-buds were draped around her neck and plugged into her five-year-old classic iPod that held all her favorite music. “Terra!” Her mother bellowed again, causing the girl to open her door.

“I’LL BE RIGHT DOWN MOM!” The girl screamed back. 

“What is taking so long?” The bitter lady demanded.

“Getting ready for the day!” After that the house fell silent for a few moments. 

“You gonna go slack off again?! You know, it takes a lot of good money to keep a roof over your head, young missy!” Terra didn’t even bother to call back to tell her that she was going to her job. No, her mom would never believe that. 

“Yes mom. I am going off to do nothing with my life, just like you.” The girl growled under her breath as she got ready. She finished her colorful outfit off with a pair of sunglasses on her head. For a girl who loved color so much, her room was very bland, minus the counter of the desk.

“Terra!” Her mom screamed again. The girl stormed out of the room, slammed the door behind her and made sure to lock it before going down the steps.

“Don’t worry; I’m leaving for the day now. I’ll keep out of your hair.” Her father sat on the couch, unspoken as usual. She left the house with a sigh and walked down to the cafe to get her morning coffee before work.

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Malik
Malik sat in the back corner of Cranford books and flipped through the pages of the first volume of Deathnote. The manga was one of his favorite stories of all time, even if it was a bit slow moving at times in his opinion. He lost count on how many times he had actually read this volume. 

The slightly nerdy boy always came to the store early to open up and read in his own little corner. It was his own little escape from life and from living in a place like Blue Street. Some people loved it here, loved the small community. Others, like him, wanted to get away. But there was nothing he could do to escape this. He had little money to his name, especially after his family issue that got him his own apartment. But now he was so low on money that leaving wasn’t an option. Not for a few years at least.

A sigh escaped his lips as he continued to read. It was so lonely here sometimes.

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Vinnie
Vinnie sat at the table with her mom over a silent breakfast. Neither of them spoke much as they chewed their cereal and sipped at their morning coffee. Her mom didn’t bother to ask about school or work, and Vinnie had no interest in her mom’s life this morning. So, like most meals, they sat in silence. 

Once the girl finished, she brought her used dishes to the sink and started to clean them.

“I wish you would dress like a girl.” Her mom finally spoke, after watching her daughter work for a few minutes. Vinnie sighed. This conversation again.

“Mom, I like how I dress. Please leave it be.” The girl finished her morning chores and dried her hans before pulling her vest on over her burgundy colored shirt. 

“But you would look so pretty in a nice dress. How about a red one? It would complement your skin so well.” Her mom coaxed the girl yet again to wear what she deemed as ‘normal’ clothing.  “I mean, for Christ’s sake, you work at a clothing store!”

“Mom, enough!” The girl slammed her fist down on the table and kept her back to her mother. A few Italian swears left her mom’s lips at the girls reaction. "I'm gonna head to work now. See you when I get home." She offered a small smile to show that she wasnt all that mad before leaving the house and locking the door behind her.

Valentine

The rush of the cars on the freeway woke one young man from his slumber. Blue eyes blinked open, staring blankly at the ceiling. He forced himself to sit up, groaning slightly as he stretched. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, before throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He took a moment to relax, before standing.

Benytt Valentine Arce, known to everyone as Valentine, except for those few he cares enough about to let call him Val, looked around the bare bedroom in his apartment. He frowned slightly, surveying the mess of dirty clothes spread across the floor. He needed to do the laundry. After making a mental note of that fact, he forced his way over to the dresser. He pulled out drawer after mostly empty drawer until he found something clean enough to wear. He really needed to do the laundry.

Clean(ish) clothes in hand, he made his way to the small bathroom, where he dropped the clothes on the floor. He splashed warm water over his face, and brushed his teeth. He then ran a hand through his hair before dressing. As ready for the day as he'd ever be, he made his way down to the kitchen. He grabbed an apple off the table, and bit into it as he left.

He walked down the street to his favorite place, which just so happened to also be his place of work. Valentine walked into the building, and began to get ready for the day.

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Caraline

"Caraline Wyatt! You had better be awake! Don't make me..."
"I'M AWAKE, DAD!" she screamed, though not in an angry way. It was their typical interaction. Her father, Colt, was the stereotypical southern father. He was a great guy, but he was trying to raise a teenage girl on his own, which was never an easy task. They didn't always get along, but they didn't ever yell, not in anger.

Cara stood, her long hair flowing around her shoulders. She looked a lot like her mother when she woke up, which was one of the reasons her father rarely went into her room anymore. It was difficult for both of them, that Cara was a spitting image of her mother. The young woman walked over to her closet, and pulled out a satisfactory outfit for the day. She dressed quickly, before going into the bathroom. She got ready for the day, before heading down the stairs to the kitchen.

Colt was sitting at the table, reading the paper, waiting for his daughter to come down. Cara walked over, gave him a hug, before taking a piece of toast. She twirled one of her braids in her fingers, and smiled. "I'm off!" she said with a smile before spinning on her heels. "Have a good day!" her father called from behind as she left.

She made her way down the street to Cranford Books, and opened the door, smiling slightly as the familiar bell chimed. She looked around, wondering if anyone else was there yet.