[CENTER][COLOR=orange][B]"CHINO"[/B][/COLOR][h1][color=orange][b]YOJI LARA CELESTINO[/b][/color][/h1]
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[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Time[/b]: Afternoon 
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Location[/b]: Central Point - [i]Entre Dos Islas[/i] 
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Interaction[/b]: Open for anyone to join in. 
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4938163]Link[/url] to Yoji’s character bio.

[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Current music playing at food truck[/b]:[youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mhvegS-jSr8[/youtube][/center]
 
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[indent][indent][i]Look at Central Point! So beautiful, so clean, and so well-maintained! Tourists flock toward its architectural beauty, gazing upon the cityscape that is modern art personified. Amidst its palette of complementary hues, stands a guacamole-colored… armored bank truck. 

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It parks itself amongst the contours of the city’s beautiful face like a stale booger, but it is anything but! No my friend, look a little closer! Do you hear the upbeat Cuban percussions flowing from its loud speakers? The sweet sizzle of the grill? The cacophony of laughter and lively conversation? The crazy man dancing with his plastic spoons, singing a made up song, using a made up language? No wait, ignore that guy, he may or may not have escaped from SMMC.  

What I’m trying to tell you is that this is no ordinary bank truck, carnal! It does not hold money, it holds something else entirely. Something more meaningful.  This is [b]Entre Dos Islas[/b], the food truck [i]Between Two Islands[/i]!

The kitchen was being run like a well-oiled machine. Two of the cooks, Ernesto and James, prepared orders like mystical wizards throwing spells into a cauldron. They said nothing to each other. At this point into their careers, they were telepathically in sync, teaming up in such a way that defines culinary symbiosis. They were a marvel to look at, like an ice skating couple performing a beautiful dance routine. Ernesto finished preparing the last bits of the order, then glided the plates over to Yoji.

“Two orders of Domo Arigato, Mr. Cubano, with a side of chicken empanadas.” Yoji said in a sing-song manner, scooping up the dishes and gracefully placing them in front of the two patrons sitting on the diner side of the truck. 

“Enjoy your meals my friends!” He smiled, twirled, then pivoted over to the to-go orders’ side. A small line was forming.

“Alright, alright!” Yoji pumped his fist with a smile. “Look at all of these beautiful people ready to stuff their faces!”

The hour came and went as the trio swayed too and fro, cooking and serving to all who frequented. The energetic atmosphere never seized, in fact, the three became even more energized as it got busier. When the rush eventually died down, only three customers remained.

“I swear to you on my life!” Yoji playfully gestured, pleading to the three customers who each expressed a look of shock and disbelief on their faces. “The reason the Kraken wasn’t at the Aquarium is because it made a Prison Break! I’m not kidding! A bunch of sushi chefs got on a boat and chased after it with a harpoon! So, if you want to go see Mr. Inkling… you might want to call up the Japanese Restaurants around the area!”

Laughter broke out. Even Ernesto and James chuckled as they sat in the back of the truck, embracing the cool air from the portable fans.[/i][/indent][/indent]