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New RP Story: New York City
"What made you come to the ball? You seemed so against it at first, was it something I did?" he asked.
"I have a hard time giving my trust. I really do. Ari convinced me to go, to take a chance... more like, she forced me to," She said shyly.
"Maybe," she said with a teasing smile. "You can call me Tibby if you want, everyone I know does," she said with a soft smile.
"You seem like more of a Tabby to me, you are pretty cat-like," Eric said playfully as they walked.
"Oh shaddup," she said playfully punching him in the chest. She shivered a little as they walked. "Do you have any other questions for me? you have 19 more."
Tabitha froze, a dark shadow fell across her face. She wasn't sure how she should answer. Should she bring up her dark past? Should she tell him the truth? "I'm not so sure you want the answer to that" she said sadly.
"I'm willing to listen to anything you are willing to share with me," Eric said with a sad smile. "But if it's too difficult a question, I can ask another."
She took a deep, painful breath, "It's okay. When I was younger my parents were killed in a freak accident. I was placed in some foster homes that didn't have the kindest people in them. Some not so great things happened. But I remembered that when I was younger my mother always encouraged me to write. SO I wrote through everything. It kept me going." she explained sadly.
Eric stepped in front of Tabitha and pulled her close against him. "I am sorry, I had no idea," he whispered into her hair.
"It's not your fault. I don't talk about it, not even Ari knows" she said with a sad smile. "It's my cross to bear, my burden."
"But still, I hate to see you in pain. That alley wasn't the first time we met, you know," he said with a sad smile as he returned to her side and held her hand as they walked.
"I remember," Tabitha mused. She thought back to that day many years ago. In college she had been on a speech team. Her team had competed against Eric's. Between rounds they had sat and talked a bit. By the end of the day they made loose promises to keep in touch but never did. "You were so different back then," she said with a smile.
"Your hair was purple then. I thought you wanted to be a Detective back then, didn't you?" he asked with a smile, recalling the conversations of that day.
"If you could have any job in the world, and money was no object, what would you do?" he asked with a smile.
"Honestly, I would have my own club / gaming lounge for teens and young adults. I'd also have my own online gaming magazine type site and feature alot of events at the club around new gaming and pop culture topics. For example something like a superhero night where we have a battle on injustice. I'd also want to sponsor my own eSports team," she said with a smile.
"That sounds wonderful. I love that you want to make a difference with your work. What made you want to cater to teens and young adults specifically?"
