Cafe Cosplay ((RussiaXoc))
Rolling off her bed with a scream the Arctic girl lifted her head from the floor to look at the clock. nine-thi-
"NINE THIRTY, I'M LATE FOR WORK!" She screamed and tried to jump up, only to hit her head on her night stand and spilling the glass of water on it all over her. 'got my shower...' She thought souerly as she quickly got up and ran to get dressed, running into the door of her closet. 'Bad day already.' She ran into the closet and quickly pulled on something random, she was just going to have to change anyway. Alix ran from her closet, threw her hair in a sloppy bun, grabbed her bag and phone, keys, jumped onto her moped and sped to Cafe Cosplay. As she ran in a costume was thrown at her and she sped into the back room to change. When she pulled the hood up and looked in the mirror she gasped in horror. She was a Pikachu.
"Alix! WORK! TABLE SEVEN!" Elizaveta yelled and Alix quickly walked to her customer and bowed.
"Welcome home, Master." I looked up and felt my heart stop. A t
Poetic?Elizabeta walked into Cafe Cosplay, a smile on her face as Gilbert squished her in a hug. They let her go and she hurriedly walked into the back room to change into todays cosplay. Koi waved you over and then shoved you into a chair with an evil grin. She laid out a panda hoodie, black tank top, green wig, skirt with double coloured, ripped, tights, and a pair of mismatched ratty converse.Poetic?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Um Koi-" She was cut off by the Pandorian attacking her with a cold paint on her right arm. She shut up and silently watched the blonde paint the word 'PANDA HERO' on her arm with the last A of Panda in neon green while the others were in pink. Elizabeta let Koi finish her make up and got changed a while after. She looked in the mirror and wrinkled her nose, she looked like an Opium addict! But that was the point of the song...
she took a panda shaped note pad and pen and left the room to serve.
"Welcome home,Masters." She said
RaindropsThey feel like tiny pin needles every time they hit youRaindrops8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you see them, they look like dew.
Sometimes they can be big or small
Depending on the wind they won't hurt you at all.
StrengthEndurance and StrengthStrength4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is what i need
during my hard times
to go thought the day
When the pain ended and the last tears fell
to help me out
I will carry it with me night and day,
This strength sure does have a way
I will stand tall,
I will not stumble,
Will not fall,
My strength will keep my head held high
my heart will heal.
Poem point commmission 1ObstaclePoem point commmission 11 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every hill I've tried to climb,
For all the heartache and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
My Heart hurts
But don,t lose hope
and keep climbing
till our feet hurt
and Be wise!
till you overcome
and get to the otherside
Cause life is an Obstacle
That we must overcome and injoy
Awkward At First Sight (RussiaXOC)Awkward At First Sight (RussiaXOC)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Russia walked into the meeting room he heard whispers, ones he could not understand or hear. He walked over to America, the one who started this rumor or gossip no doubt, and smiled at him.
"What is going on?" He let his voice become sweet and innocent, even if he was not that himself.
"Commie! Didn't 'cha here?! A new country, persona-whatever! It's another girl and-" The American was cut off by the doors opening and everyone hushing. A girl no older than eighteen walked in and Russia walked-along with about the whole world- closer to get a better look at her, but her head was down. She lifted her head and looked back at him with a smiled and tilts her head. Around him he heard gasps of either fear or shock at the new Nations appearance. She had double colored eyes with two different pupils; her icy blue eye had a smaller pupil with her neon green had a larger one.
"What? Are my hot looks overloading your small brains? I am Antarctica." The gi- Antarctica proclaimed loud
Matroshka Trap (RussiaxOC)Matroshka Trap (RussiaxOC)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angrily stomping into Cafe Cosplay, owned by two of her friends, and into the back with the other girls to change into the costumes Japan picked out for today's theme. 'Matryoshka Vocaloid'. I slipped the golden sporty jacket over my black tee-shirt and slipped on the blue and neon pink skirt with one ripped up lavender legging while the other was neon yellow with demented smiley faces on them, to top it off Kiku also threw in a set of mismatched Converse also with demented smiley faces.
"You look so cute in that!" Elizaveta squealed in the break room with the rest of the staff.
"Da, you do." I blushed and turned to smile at the Russian. He had on a red hoodie with eyes, a smile ripped in half on each side, black sweat pants, and also mismatched converse.
"Thanks I guess." I shrugged and called for Lili to help me with the bow to tie up my hair.
"Okay, everyone risten. The names have been picked for who is going to sing today. It is Arix-San and Ivan-San doing a duet of the engrish ver
Cafe Cosplay-Purple Butterfly ((GermanyXOC))Cafe Cosplay-Purple Butterfly ((GermanyXOC))2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silently I followed Japan and the rest of the workers into Cafe Cosplay and grabbed today's cosplay. I slipped the short pink wig and black cat ears on before pulling on the short pink dress, gloves, tail, collar, and bell.(http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&global=1&q=mew+ichigo#/ds8vt6)
"Alix, table seven has requested you." Katushka(Sp?)called sweetly to me and I just smiled at her in return. I bounded over to Germany and bowed.
"Nyaaaa~, Welcome home Master Ludwig!" I said happily as he smiled at me.
"Master Ludwig? I like it." He grinned and smirked pervertedly while I turned as red as one of Romano's tomatoes.
"Ny-nyaa..." Was my only stupid reply.
"Hm...I don't under stand Nyaaa, Lina..." He whispered, which really didn't help my face, and asked for his usual beer and wrust. I only hoped Natalya would understand my writing of 'deer nad whuhnst'.
"MaLina what is Whuhnst?" The pale-blonde Belorussian asked with a confused expression.
"Wrust." I said bluntly and hit