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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:51 am
Blumoo
She stepped into the resturant, it was a little up-class, but sold nothing that was too expensive. The place was rather busy at the moment, so they just waited to be seated.
There was soft Italian music playing in the background, and the aroma of garlic filled the air. As they were led to their table, they passed jars of pickled vegetables. At the table, Bobby held Charlie's chair as she sat down. When they were alone with the menu, Bobby looked her in the eye and asked, "See anything you like?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:55 am
Charlie had picked up the menu the waiter handed her, and browsed through the listed options. She definately didn't want spagetti and meatballs. That reminded her to much of that Disney movie, Lady and the Tramp.
"Hmmm..." She said pausing and skimming the descriptions, "The Sorrento Lemon Shrimp sounds good." She stated, seafood, she had never had a problem with that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 10:46 am
"Well I see something I like..." Bobby glanced down at the menu, "And to eat I'll try the manicotti."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:01 am
"Hmmm..." She glanced at his choice, that looked good as well. The waiter returned and took their orders before heading off to go get the cook to make them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:27 am
Bobby reached across the table and took Charlie's hand. "I'm really glad I met you tonight, Charlie," he said, gazing into her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:31 am
It was working. Though, it always did, but she never really stuck around to see how well it was working. She smiled at him, and squeezed his hand gently. "So am I."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 2:55 pm
Blumoo
but she never really stuck around to see how well it was working.((You should try it sometime)) He smiled back at her. Under the table the side of his foot pressed against hers.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:32 pm
Soon enough the food arrived and was placed in front of them. She slide her hand out of his so she could get started on the seafood dinner.
Her aura buzzed sweeping over Bobby and anyone else near her. Such as the waiter who was happy that he might get a big tip from the two of them if he played his cards right.
She wasn't telepathic, but she could feel the emotions that were pouring off of the individual so she had an idea of what they were thinking. In her earlier years she'd mistaken this as telepathy, that was probably why it had never done her any good. But now she was more experienced, her powers were stronger, and she was a heck of a lot more dangerous than she'd been before.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:33 pm
((You know if your doing that, you should really record the power uses each time you eat...))
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:49 pm
((It's technically not eating, her aura is just trying to cause high-powered emotions. Technically, she doesn't have any control over it. I just add it in there so people don't forget, or they can react to it.
She really doesn't have any control over the aura, its like a free gift included in the package of emotion feeding power.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:21 pm
((And the two times she did post that she was feeding, I deducted the LP))
Bobby released her hand reluctantly when the food arrived, and started on his manicotti. He kept his foot against hers, though.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:32 pm
She ate her meal in silence, she wasn't the best at acting out this part of her role because she wasn't used to eating regular food. The best bet, for her, was to remain quiet while eating. Or else... well, she didn't want to think of it. But the consequences couldn't be good.
When she finished her meal she waited for Bobby to finish his.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:38 pm
Bobby finished almost as soon and Charlie did, and asked, "Would you like something for dessert? Or would you prefer to wait." She had felt his attraction and desire growing throughout the meal.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:42 pm
"I'm fine, for now." She stated moving her plate to the side of the table so the waiter would know that they were done. She would of fed on that emotion if she hadn't been so concentrated on eating the food. It was hard for her to remember to chew her food rather than just swallowing everything. Her ways with eddible food was like that of a two year old. She wasn't used to it, and had to constantly remind herself of what to do.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:48 pm
"So, what would like to do next, if not...dessert?" He smiled and reached for her hand again.
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