RP Example - Morning Tea
Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Kristianna
When: Wednesday, January 1, 1998. Morning
Where: Wesley apartment
There was a soft groan as the body on the couch rolled over onto its backside. The blonde's eyes fluttering open as she stretched her limbs, before any move was made to swing legs over the side and sit up. Couches really weren't the most comfortable pieces of furniture to sleep on, but one had to make due with what was available.
With a gentle rub of sleepy eyes bare feet touched to solid ground, Kristianna padded off from the living room clad in a pair of red and gray plaid pajama pants and a plain white tank toward the kitchen.
Wesley was sitting at the table in the kitchen/dining room, drinking a cup of coffee. He looked up when he heard Kristianna get up from the couch. "I'm sorry that I didn't cook breakfast this morning," he said as she walked past. "I can if you'd like." He wondered what her favorite foods were, since he didn't have a clue.
"Tea." She mumbled in a soft voice as she moved around the table to the vacant seat opposite Wesley. Where then the teen proceeded to plop herself down on it. "Please." She added with a light, gentle like smile. Tia didn't do mornings all that well. But then what average teen did.
"I'll have it ready in just a second," he said as he stood up. He walked into the kitchen, retrieved the tea pot, filled it with water, and began making tea. "We need to purchase some things for your bedroom today. You can pick out anything that you'd like to decorate your room with, barring anything gold plated, obviously."
"I could have some of my things shipped over." Tia offered. It was an option that would spare Wesley time and trouble in furnishing a teenage girl's bedroom. Not that she'd complain if that ended up being the case. She was just trying to make things easier for him.
"We could do that with some of your things if you'd like," Wesley said. "It would be less expensive if we went ahead and at least purchased the furniture here, however. It's not a problem furnishing your room; don't worry about that."
Tia gave him an appreciative smile at the gesture. "We don't have to right off. I can tolerate the couch a couple days more."
"Well, I would at least like to have you a proper bed before school starts again," Wesley said. "Which I need to take you to enroll in before the holidays are over with. Do you want to enroll in the public school or one of the private schools?" He knew that there was at least one or two in the area.
"Which would you suggest?" Tia questioned. She would have opted for private as it would most likely be closer to the line of a boarding school, but she also wanted to fit into this place. And. Well. Wesley knew it a whole lot better then she did seeing as she just arrived in the States. And then there was the little fact that he was after all her father,
"Do either have a riding team?" She asked pretty much as an after thought.
"Yes, I think that Miss Porter's School for Girls has a riding team," Wesley said after thinking for a moment. "There's also Kent Preparatory School, Fondren High, St. Michael's, which is a Catholic school, and of course there's Sunnydale High, which is where I teach. Fondren and Sunnydale are public, and the rest of private. Which would you prefer?"
"I think I would like Miss Porter's. I was a pretty good rider at Belford. The instructor there said I had great potential." She told Wesley. A soft smile lighting the teen's features.
"Then Miss Porter's is where you shall enroll," Wesley said. He was more than a little thankful she didn't want to go to Sunnydale, with all of the 'odd' happenings that went on at the school.
"Well, then. That is one thing decided upon." Tia said. The teen quite thankful her schooling would continue at a place more along the lines of where she had been attending classes.
"That's good," Wesley said. He could afford to send her to Miss Potter's without much of financial problems. "One thing is settled. We should enroll you as soon as possible, just to be sure."
"Are you sorry to be saddled with me, Wesley?" She asked after a bit of hesitation. It had been on her mind, but she never could bring herself to voice the question before now. It just seemed a proper time since they were in the midst of talking about things.
"I'm not sorry to be 'saddled' with you," Wesley said after a beat. He had almost expected this question to come. "I have to admit that I wish I had met you under better circumstances, but I'm not sorry to have you,
That brought faint traces of a smile to the teen's face. It had been a tic in the back of her mind, that though he didn't seem to let it show, that Wesley might consider her a burden.
"I think I would have liked that too." Tia conceded. It was a shame that they had been thrust together after tragedy struck instead of meeting under more pleasant circumstances.
Now it was time for him to ask a nagging question. "Since we're asking questions, do you happen to know why no one ever even gave me a call? It bothers me that I've already missed out on so much in your life, so I wish I knew why." He wasn't blaming her or anything, and he didn't sound like it. He just wanted to know, if she even had an answer.
"Not a full reason why. All I was ever told was that it was better for all concerned." Tia shrugged lightly. The teen never truly knowing the meaning by that answer that had always been given to inquiries she made. "Neither mother or my grandparents never said a cross word about you." As if that would matter any in the slightest right now. It didn't exactly explain why he had never been told about his daughter.
"I was young when you were born, but I wonder why they didn't later...," He trailed off for a moment, lost in thought. "That's not very important now, is it? Either way, I'm glad that I know you now. I'm glad that you're here."
"I'll try not to be too much of a troublesome daughter." Tia said with half jesting words and a light, playful type smile. Things seemed to be shifting toward a less awkward level between them. She wasn't fooling herself though; it would take time for them both to become totally comfortable with living beneath the same roof. But at least things were started down that path.
Who: Wesley and Kristianna
When: Wednesday, January 1, 1998. Morning
Where: Wesley apartment
There was a soft groan as the body on the couch rolled over onto its backside. The blonde's eyes fluttering open as she stretched her limbs, before any move was made to swing legs over the side and sit up. Couches really weren't the most comfortable pieces of furniture to sleep on, but one had to make due with what was available.
With a gentle rub of sleepy eyes bare feet touched to solid ground, Kristianna padded off from the living room clad in a pair of red and gray plaid pajama pants and a plain white tank toward the kitchen.
Wesley was sitting at the table in the kitchen/dining room, drinking a cup of coffee. He looked up when he heard Kristianna get up from the couch. "I'm sorry that I didn't cook breakfast this morning," he said as she walked past. "I can if you'd like." He wondered what her favorite foods were, since he didn't have a clue.
"Tea." She mumbled in a soft voice as she moved around the table to the vacant seat opposite Wesley. Where then the teen proceeded to plop herself down on it. "Please." She added with a light, gentle like smile. Tia didn't do mornings all that well. But then what average teen did.
"I'll have it ready in just a second," he said as he stood up. He walked into the kitchen, retrieved the tea pot, filled it with water, and began making tea. "We need to purchase some things for your bedroom today. You can pick out anything that you'd like to decorate your room with, barring anything gold plated, obviously."
"I could have some of my things shipped over." Tia offered. It was an option that would spare Wesley time and trouble in furnishing a teenage girl's bedroom. Not that she'd complain if that ended up being the case. She was just trying to make things easier for him.
"We could do that with some of your things if you'd like," Wesley said. "It would be less expensive if we went ahead and at least purchased the furniture here, however. It's not a problem furnishing your room; don't worry about that."
Tia gave him an appreciative smile at the gesture. "We don't have to right off. I can tolerate the couch a couple days more."
"Well, I would at least like to have you a proper bed before school starts again," Wesley said. "Which I need to take you to enroll in before the holidays are over with. Do you want to enroll in the public school or one of the private schools?" He knew that there was at least one or two in the area.
"Which would you suggest?" Tia questioned. She would have opted for private as it would most likely be closer to the line of a boarding school, but she also wanted to fit into this place. And. Well. Wesley knew it a whole lot better then she did seeing as she just arrived in the States. And then there was the little fact that he was after all her father,
"Do either have a riding team?" She asked pretty much as an after thought.
"Yes, I think that Miss Porter's School for Girls has a riding team," Wesley said after thinking for a moment. "There's also Kent Preparatory School, Fondren High, St. Michael's, which is a Catholic school, and of course there's Sunnydale High, which is where I teach. Fondren and Sunnydale are public, and the rest of private. Which would you prefer?"
"I think I would like Miss Porter's. I was a pretty good rider at Belford. The instructor there said I had great potential." She told Wesley. A soft smile lighting the teen's features.
"Then Miss Porter's is where you shall enroll," Wesley said. He was more than a little thankful she didn't want to go to Sunnydale, with all of the 'odd' happenings that went on at the school.
"Well, then. That is one thing decided upon." Tia said. The teen quite thankful her schooling would continue at a place more along the lines of where she had been attending classes.
"That's good," Wesley said. He could afford to send her to Miss Potter's without much of financial problems. "One thing is settled. We should enroll you as soon as possible, just to be sure."
"Are you sorry to be saddled with me, Wesley?" She asked after a bit of hesitation. It had been on her mind, but she never could bring herself to voice the question before now. It just seemed a proper time since they were in the midst of talking about things.
"I'm not sorry to be 'saddled' with you," Wesley said after a beat. He had almost expected this question to come. "I have to admit that I wish I had met you under better circumstances, but I'm not sorry to have you,
That brought faint traces of a smile to the teen's face. It had been a tic in the back of her mind, that though he didn't seem to let it show, that Wesley might consider her a burden.
"I think I would have liked that too." Tia conceded. It was a shame that they had been thrust together after tragedy struck instead of meeting under more pleasant circumstances.
Now it was time for him to ask a nagging question. "Since we're asking questions, do you happen to know why no one ever even gave me a call? It bothers me that I've already missed out on so much in your life, so I wish I knew why." He wasn't blaming her or anything, and he didn't sound like it. He just wanted to know, if she even had an answer.
"Not a full reason why. All I was ever told was that it was better for all concerned." Tia shrugged lightly. The teen never truly knowing the meaning by that answer that had always been given to inquiries she made. "Neither mother or my grandparents never said a cross word about you." As if that would matter any in the slightest right now. It didn't exactly explain why he had never been told about his daughter.
"I was young when you were born, but I wonder why they didn't later...," He trailed off for a moment, lost in thought. "That's not very important now, is it? Either way, I'm glad that I know you now. I'm glad that you're here."
"I'll try not to be too much of a troublesome daughter." Tia said with half jesting words and a light, playful type smile. Things seemed to be shifting toward a less awkward level between them. She wasn't fooling herself though; it would take time for them both to become totally comfortable with living beneath the same roof. But at least things were started down that path.