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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]The Plot:
    So I have a lot of muse to play as Nyo!Iceland, who I call Enika, right now. The plot and romance can go pretty much anywhere and you can jump in as any character that you want, including a Nyo! character.
    (Just a side note that if you choose to play Fem!Norway, you can change her name to whatever.)




    The Roleplay:
    Enika was sitting in one of the corner booths at a quaint little cafe. She had been there the entire morning, doing work on her laptop while keeping a steady stream of coffee running through her system. It was almost noon now. That meant that her older sister, Lydvor, would soon be on her way to pick her up.




    She brushed a wispy strand of silvery-white hair out of her face, sighing. It had been such a long day already, and it was hardly past 11:30 in the morning. She had been up since 5. How, she wondered as she leaned back into her seat, would she make it through the rest of the day?

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Yeah, definitely!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]Just then Arthur Kirkland entered the cafe, the bell ringing gently to signal a new customer. His bright green gaze sweeping across the occupants of the cafe, he lingered for only a second before striding to the counter. He ordered a simple cup of coffee - black with no sugar or cream. Upon receiving his drink, Arthur made to leave the counter when he had thought better of it and purchased a blueberry muffin as well.


    A drink in one hand and a muffin in the other, the short English man was walking towards an empty booth when he was distracted by the vibrating phone in his pocket. He had been expecting an important call that day and immediately set down his muffin and cup of coffee at the nearest booth. Sliding into his seat, he pulled out his phone, oblivious to Enika, who was sitting directly across from him.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Enika's eyes, ringed by dark circles, trailed up the screen of her laptop as she realized that she was no longer on her own in the little corner booth. Her focus went blurry for a second, but refocused to the sight of a blonde man sitting across the table from her. He had a phone in his hand and was oblivious to the fact that she was there at all.




    She was silent for longer than she should have been, but feeling the amused gaze of a barista as she watched from behind the counter was enough to cause her to make a move. The Icelandic girl pulled her cup- fourth coffee of the morning- closer and cleared her throat.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]Finger sliding to accept the call, his eyes remained firmly fixed on the glowing screen of his mobile. "Alfred?" he held the phone up to his ear. Somehow Arthur still didn't see Enika as he turned in his seat, facing the edge of the booth, one leg folded upon the knee of his other leg.


    "What do you mean Peter's had an accident? Clean it up for bloody sake," he muttered into the phone, thick eyebrows furrowing in frustration. The usual headaches he experienced while interacting with his younger brother quickly set in. "You'd have me to do it? I'm in the bloody city - I can't just drive back home to clean up a mess. Man up and do it yourself, Alfred."


    "I don't care if you'll do the dishes for a week. We both know you'll just shove that on Matthew instead - along with the other chores you already have to do." He paused. "I don't care Alfred, I'm having my bloody breakfast muffin right now." Hanging up on Alfred just as the teenager began shouting into the phone, Arthur slid the phone in the pocket of his pants.


    "Er, hello." He swallowed, suddenly realizing the presence of the other occupant of the booth. Defensive and embarrassed, his cheeks flushed with red.