THIS IS A PRIVATE ROLE-PLAY BETWEEN Leta Dukeson and Miles Rheatt ! Miles walks into the resterunt with Leta. A server seats them at a table. She hands them both menus and leaves.
Leta squirms in her seat, grinning with excitement. She's wearing a pretty green dress with her hair up, with pearl earrings and a matching necklace.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 01:13, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
Wow, I've never been anywhere so fancy before.. Thank you so much for taking me, Miles!
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 01:15, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
No problem. You look really good, Leta.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 01:19, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
Thanks, Miles. You're so nice...
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 01:21, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
Do you know what you want to drink yet?
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 01:31, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
(shrugs) I'll just have water.
She laughs nervously.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:13, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
She looked like she didn't know what water was.. Like, hello, we live in District Four..
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:16, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
Prolly didn't know people drink water. Honestly, my grandfather needs to fire people who are so stupid. I'm sorry, Leta.
She smiles.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:26, September 29, 2011 (UTC)
No, no, that's alright. I just don't really like any alchohol. I just don't want to end up like my dad, y'know?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:33, September 29, 2011 (UTC)~
Ah,
She plays nervously with her fingers.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:10, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
So.. do you come here often?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:13, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
Yea, this is where my family hangs out alot. See that little boy over there? That's Michael, my nephew.
He says, pointing to a little boy.
She forces a smile.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:16, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
Aw, he's so cute...
Miles nods.
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:19, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
But his mom's an ugly cow. I hate her.
She blinks, and stares at him, dumbfounded.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:27, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
Pardon?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:29, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
His mother's a really mean person.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:32, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
Oh... right. How so?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:34, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
She's always cheating on my brother with locals. She could never say something nice to someone to save her life.
She nods intently.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 02:39, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
I'm sorry to hear that... I'm an only child, myself.
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 02:47, September 30, 2011 (UTC)
you don't like children, do you?
She grimaces.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 01:07, October 1, 2011 (UTC)
Not exactly.. Is it that obvious?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 00:15, October 3, 2011 (UTC)~
(Smiles) Yea...it's fine, I'm not a huge fan myself.
She lets out a small sigh of relief.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 00:32, October 3, 2011 (UTC)
Glad we agree on that.
The waitor comesback with the drinks. She asks for what they want to eat.
Leta didn't look at the menu at all.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 01:33, October 3, 2011 (UTC)
Um... I'll have whatever he has.
She smiles back, not sure what to say. Under the table, she moves her foot next to Miles'.
Miles smiles.
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 21:21, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
I heard Siren was being a bitch to you...Sorry about her. She's been causing a lot of trouble in the town lately.
She shrugs
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 21:28, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
It's really no problem. It wasn't the first time, and it won't be the last. So what else has she been doing?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 21:29, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
Manipulating and robbing locals with her looks.
She smiles sheepishly, with a small laugh.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 21:32, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
Oh, yeah. What a bitch. I mean, who does that?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 21:35, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
I don't know...but I feel bad for whoever does.
She looks down, embarrassed.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 21:44, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
But... what if they have a good reason to?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 21:46, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
What do you think would be a good reason.
She plays with a strand of her hair.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 22:02, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
I dunno, like... let's say that a girl is really poor, and has to support two people one one paycheck. So, there's not enough money, and she doesn't have the time nor the energy to work another job or another shift... what's she to do? Go crying to the bank? No, she takes advantage of what she has and puts it to use. Sound plausible?
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 22:07, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
No...she should ask the guy who likes her for help...because he wants to help people. He doesn't want to be a 'tool', a 'rich guy', someone who 'has life too easy'. And I know he'd help her as best as he could because he's never felt like that for someone before, besides that girl...
She looks up and smiles at him, with her eyes watering a bit.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 22:29, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
Oh, my God, Miles. That is the sweetest and nicest thing anyone's ever said to me... I really like you too, Miles.
Miles holds her hand under the table and leans in to kiss her...when....
CUE RAVEN!
A very schwasted Raven comes barging into the restaurant, screaming, "Whurr are they?!" He stumbles over to their table eventually.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 22:41, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
Dad... you should go home... Get some sleep, right? That sounds nice, doesn't it?
Raven slaps her. "Yurr....Yurrr....yurr lazy. I! I jest askkk fur a FEW thungs an' that's...that's a problum, EH!?!"
She turns back from the slap, her eyes watering more from embarrassment than from pain. She looks at Miles apologetically.
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Leta -Net Weaver
Role-Play Message – 22:46, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
I-I'm sorry, Miles. We'll have to do this... another time. (turns to Raven) Come on, Dad. Let's just go home.
Miles stands.
Miles -None
Mayor's son. – 22:51, October 4, 2011 (UTC)
Would you mind if I got the guards to take him away?
