Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 24, 2008 20:35:39 GMT -5
Name: Bellatrix “Betty” Kail
Race: Zeltron
Age: 53
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 120
Appearance:
Birth place: Zeltros, Northern Province
Occupation: retired Republic Navy officer, House Wife, Charity Advocate.
Rank: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: 6
Bio:
Like most Zeltrons, Bellatrix was born on the so called “party planet” of Zeltros. Her parents, Deliah and Orionus, were typical of their race, interested in making others feel better, happy, healthy…obviously they were thrilled with bringing another life into the galaxy that could do the same. Deliah was a tutor for small children, Orionus, a doctor. Living in this environment for her first two years, Bellatrix grew swiftly, learning easily, and showing a penchant for making others happy, no matter what was wrong.
At the age of three, Bellatrix’s parents were contacted by the royal family of Corellia. The royals were looking for a good, private doctor, as well as a tutor for their daughter, and their only nephew, Donald Kail…what better way to get what they needed than to hire a couple who worked in the professions they needed, and as an added bonus, Zeltrons! And so the small family found themselves moving to Corellia. As per the promises listed in the contract, the family found themselves with a decent home near the royal palace grounds. It took them less than a day to get settled in, and were ready for their work tomorrow.
Bellatrix, not yet old enough to take care of herself, or help her father, was taken by her mother to meet the children she was going to be teaching for the beginning part of their lives. The small three year old girl found the large palace interesting to say the least, but also found the place to be extremely depressing and serious…something she was not used to at all. Her day was improved slightly as she followed her mother into the large play room where two other children were. One was a girl, the other a boy, and both older than herself. Feeling a bit intimidated at first, Deliah nudged the girl forward and Bellatrix understood that she would need to get used to the two other children. Sighing, she stepped forward and was immediately hit with a wave of loneliness from the boy, and an air of disinterest from the girl. Immediately Bellatrix headed for the boy…since he seemed to need a friend the most. She knew by now that “lonely” was a bad feeling, and “friends” helped get rid of the lonely feeling. At first the boy was completely uninterested, and let her do most of the talking, only speaking once or twice himself, but she knew that after some time she could convince him she was a good person to be a friend with.
It was in this way that many of her childhood years passed. She, the girl (who she learned soon was the princess), and the boy (who she learned was the princess’ cousin, Donald), were taught by her mother the basics of reading, writing, math, science, manners, and even a bit of art. Over these years, Bellatrix was called “Betty” by the other two children, and the name stuck…but more than that stuck with Betty. She found herself not only friends with Donald Kail, but also found that she had a growing crush on the older boy. He was a determined and serious boy, respectful and polite, but with a sense of humor…though beneath it all, he held a deep pain that for someone her age, was difficult to come to terms with, especially since she hadn’t yet mastered ways to impress feelings of happiness on others like those of her species who were older. At times, the young girl found it difficult to handle, causing her to cry for no apparent reason and become depressed easily, but as she grew older, she found it easier to numb herself to these feelings. However, at age 13, Betty found that she would no longer need to worry about Donald’s pain, as he was sent to law school.
During this time, Betty began learning more about herself, as her mother was no longer needed to tutor the young royals. She was taught about medicine from her father, piloting from one of her friends at the palace, teaching from her mother, and was sent for a year to her home planet of Zeltros to live with her grandparents there so she could learn more about her native culture. After the year was up and she returned to Corellia, the young woman (now 18), found that she had indeed missed the world she called home more than the planet she had just left…but more so, she missed the young man she’d known from her time at the palace. Debating now about what path she should follow in her life, she decided that she loved piloting the most…it brought her a sense of freedom she didn’t have otherwise, unfortunately most places that needed pilots refused to allow women to pilot…the only place that didn’t: The Republic Navy. Betty’d always had great respect for the military, and had harbored a small desire to join it…except her parents didn’t agree. Now that she was old enough to decide for herself, she informed her parents that she wanted to join the navy, and wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. Knowing that their daughter had always had a strong will, they gave her their blessing, and on her 19’Th birthday, saw their daughter off to training.
At 20, she had just received orders to join the crew of The Spearhead, the flagship of the Corellian Navy. Upon arriving on the Spearhead, she introduced herself to the commander of the ship. A Captain in the military, the man was rather handsome, and it was much to her surprise that she learned he was indeed Donald Kail, who she realized felt overjoyed at the sight of her. It didn’t take long for the amiable Zeltron woman to settle into her post as pilot on the ship, and it took her even less time to gain friends amongst the crew, and even a small following of men…however, she only had eyes for Donald. Refusing to allow her feelings to get in the way of her duty, she managed to keep her feelings to herself despite her natural instinct to show just how she felt. For once, she was extremely glad that she’d only spent a year on Zeltros, meaning she could more easily control her emotions, and how she expressed them. After a little while, she also took on a personal duty as a ship’s councilor of sorts, helping others around her to feel more at ease with their various problems and feelings.
It wasn’t long, however, until she found herself in his ready room confronting Donald about his feelings for her. She knew very well how he felt…the fact that he enjoyed her being around, the fact that he disliked some of his men eyeing her like a prize to be won, she might have even called it jealousy at times…but she also knew that nothing could come of their feelings without repercussions. Relations with superior officers was frowned upon, to say the least, and she didn’t want to cause him trouble…however, keeping their feelings hidden wouldn’t do any good either. After this, they decided to keep their relationship a secret until her contract with the navy was over at the end of the year. As her contract ended, the now 24 year old woman found herself proposed to by a 27 year old Donald. They were married within the year, however, the ceremony was cut short due to an attack. Rushing to their battle stations they engaged the enemy. Heavily out numbered, Donald was forced to take a risky strategy, and flew between two of the enemy ships. As they reached the middle, being bombarded heavily, he ordered a shift of all power to the ship’s thrusters propelling the ship far out of the enemies range while causing the enemy ships to fire upon each other. He then led his ship around to finish off the heavily damaged ships.
With this last victory, and her marriage to Donald, Bellatrix retired from the navy and became a popular face for charities that she supported as Donald became Admiral of the Corellian Navy, and a popular face in politics. She watched as her husband’s popularity grew with the people of Corellia, and her belly grew with their son…yes, she knew it was a son, he was willful even in the womb. At the end of the year Donald had won the senate election, and she had given birth to their son. She was 25 and Donald was 28. Taking what her mother had taught her about teaching, Betty spent all the time she could with little Daren, teaching him about life, reading, art, everything…and watching Donald with Daren gave her more happiness than she could ever express, and it showed in their home on Corellia, and their apartment on Coruscant. It was while they were on Coruscant that Daren was discovered by a Jedi to have potential in the force. Donald seemed to be devastated by the news, but Betty took a more optimistic approach. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to see her son, but at the same time, it was an ideal opportunity for the boy to grow and learn. After some convincing, she and Donald agreed that the boy would be sent to the temple to learn. While this created a sadness in Betty, she felt the deep sorrow it created in Donald like a knife to the heart…perhaps it hadn’t been for the best after all.
In the years that followed, Donald seemed to flourish in the senate, and this brought a measure of joy to her until the day he was nearly killed by an assassin from the Sith while he was speaking with the Chancellor. Scared to death, she was just glad he had the military training to survive the attack. More pain was brought to the family when the Jedi informed them that their son had been killed. For weeks the woman was inconsolable, feeling the whole thing had been her fault, even Donald took time away from the Senate to re-compose himself. As the year went on, the 43 year old woman felt a growing hate in Donald…of what, she couldn’t tell at the time. As time went on, it became apparent that this hate was one for the Jedi, and Betty felt herself become even more ashamed and depressed due to the overwhelming feelings coming from her husband compounded with her own feelings of guilt in the matter.
Now, at 53, she has started to heal, finding new hope in perhaps brining another life into the world. Not allowing the past to shackle her any longer, the woman still holds out hope that perhaps she will one day see her son again, but also looks to the future as her husband runs for Chancellor.
RP Sample: ((IM RP, between Donald Kail and myself.))
"Come on Donald, we're going to be late!" Betty called from the living room of their Coruscant apartment. It was the night of the Senator's Gala and her zeltron blood was ACHING for a party....any party. Things had been so gloomy lately, she needed a way to let loose and forget for a while. She'd thought of going back to Zeltron to visit family for a bit, but she just couldn't leave Donald alone with all this work he was doing to get the vote for Chancellor. So, here she was, dressed in a slinky red and black silk dress and waiting, rather impatiently, for Donald to be ready. Donald sat in his office finishing some last paper work when his wife yelled for him. He smiled and put his pen down...the galaxy could wait one night for him. He put in his coat and checked his side, he still had his gun on him. He made it a little more comfortable and walked into the living room. He smirked at his wife,
"My my you look better every day hun."
He walked over to her and took her arm.
"You'd think it was your party and not mine..."
Giggling girlishly, Betty kissed him on the lips and took his arm.
"Oh I doubt that Don. Besides, if it should be ANYONE who's celebrating it should be you. After all...look at everything you've accomplished, and everything you've done that's good! I don't think they'll be able to resist you for Chancellor."
She stated, grabbing her hand bag. "Besides...you've got one thing they don't..."
She added, grinning mischievously. Donald smirked and kissed her back holding her close to him.
"Yes that is very true..."
He led them out of the apartment and into their transport. It would be a long drive in the traffic at this time but it wouldn't be boring with Betty.
"I don't know if they will take me as Chancellor. I'm well liked but the current Chancellor is too. The people think I'm a warmonger and I'll blow it out of proportion...which I might do."
Don laughed at his own joke. He had a habit of doing so. He looked into his wife's eyes deeply and wondered what she was thinking.
"Oh you're no fun you ol' coot."
she said, laughing and batting his shoulder with a hand playfully.
"You're supposed to ask me 'what?' so I can act conceded for a moment and say 'me" she teased, laughing as they got into the transport. As he spoke, she sighed dramatically and shook her head, a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.
"Oh please. Do you honestly believe that Don?" she asked, rolling her eyes at his laughter.
"Hahaha...you think you're SO funny, Mr. I'm-always-serious." Betty teased once more, turning some of his words against him. She knew better than that...it was an old joke, but the way he acted sometimes just made it continually funny to her. He couldn't help himself but to laugh even more and looked to her with a wide grin,
"Oh yes I'm sorry hun next time I won't speak so quickly." Donald looked out at the city as the transport zoomed by...the thought of it all being destroyed hit him but he quickly pushed it away. He turned back to Betty and smiled, "You sure you want to dance with me? They may think I'm your father you know?"
She nodded and smiled as he spoke, feeling she had won the battle...for the moment at least. As he looked out the window, she felt a wave of emotion hit her, causing her to gasp slightly, though she didn't allow Donald to notice. What ever he had just thought of, it had made him feel sad, angry, hurt...all at once...she wondered what it was. As he turned back to her, she raised an eyebrow, her face not showing that she'd felt anything at all, just simple curiosity at what he'd say next. As he spoke, she giggled once more and leaned forward giving him a good look at her cleavage. "I most certainly am going to....Big Daddy." she teased, sitting straight again as she smiled impishly over at him. He smiled large and kissed her. He couldn't help but forget his worries of the galaxy when he was with her. She was what had kept him alive during all these years. He wrapped his arm around her and was very happy with the thought the ride to the Gala was long. He wanted her to himself for a little. He smiled, "Well hun, I hope they do. With the thought I created such beautiful children I might get a date."
She pouted playfully as he held her, turning her face away teasingly. "Hmph. Get a date. I certainly don't think so." she teased, still pretending to be mad at him. "I may LOOK young, but I'm not what I used to be dearry." she said, in a mock old woman voice, as she looked at him and smiled again, kissing his cheek lightly. "And no one but me is going home with you....got that you hound you?"
Donald hmmmed thinking deeply about what she said and finally smiled, "Oh and what shall I do with an old lady like you?" He continued to smile and almost laughed at hard it was for him to call Betty old. She looked amazing still even for her age. He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought that he didn't even look bad. His hair wasn't even grey or failing out yet. He had no idea how all the stress of his job would usually cause that to happen. He looked back to her wanting her never to leave.
Betty raised an eyebrow mischievously and smirked. Oh what indeed? "Well...nothing before the Gala, that's certain." Time seemed to fly by in this way, and before they knew it they were at the Gala. The large ball room was filled with people from the senate and their wives or significant others. Servers walked about the milling throng, passing out drinks and Hors d'oeuvres (appetizers).
Donald was the light of the party especially with Betty by his side. He greeted everyone and talked about what they cared about. He remembered everyone's name and the names of their family members and knew what subjects interested them. He ate reasonably making sure not to overdo it and found he had a lot of trouble keeping his eyes of Betty tonight. He couldn't figure out why and doubt she minded. He continued to speak about his run for Chancellor and had a good amount of optimism from his friends and close supporters. He was surprised that the Chancellor himself wasn't at the party. The Chancellor had been acting strange...Before he could continue you this line of thought he turned back to Betty and smiled, "Quite the party."
Betty had spent much of the night conversing with a few select people and sticking close to Donald. The various waves of emotions coming from the people around her tended to set her off balance, especially since not everyone was entirely happy to see them...to put it nicely. Despite this fact, she managed to have quite a good time. Betty didn't remember as much as Donald seemed to, but then again, she didn't spend half as much time with these people as Don did. They had only recently extricated themselves from a throng of people when Don spoke to her. Nodding in agreement, she glanced toward the door. "I think we should go now Don...some of these people are starting to get a little too drunk, and I don't like what I'm feeling from them..." she muttered in reply. This was one reason why she didn't like Zeltron...angry and sad drunks were never fun to be around...
He looked to her confused a moment and then nodded, "I see...alright. We'll go." Don said with a strange smile. He wasn't really ready to go he needed to keep himself out there and get support from the other senators but Betty didn't look good. He was about to grab her coat when an announcer came over a loud intercom, "Would all the senators join us in a dance." A band made it's way out and started playing a wonderfully fast paced song. He looked to Betty shrugging, "We can still go if you want..." He looked to the dance floor and back to her. He'd leave it up to her...
Sighing, she blinked up at the speaker. Oh how she wished they'd done this sooner...it was late and they'd only played a handful of songs worth dancing to. Nodding, she decided she could handle another dance or two before they left. "Alright...but I think I've had enough of talking for one night...much more and I feel I'll lose my voice!" she said with a smile. Well...it was only half true anyway.
Donald laughed and pouted, "Well I hope your not all worn out. You old hag...." He said with a high sense of humor. He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. The band started playing loudly and they danced together. They moved together perfectly Donald had always been a good dancer. They were admired by the crowd and Donald was in an extremely good mood. He didn't know what had him so happy. He didn't like seeing Betty unhappy but he tried to keep his spirits high. They danced for a while and was just waiting for her call to leave.
Don, being himself, cracked an absurd joke, and she couldn't help but giggle. He knew how to help her feel better, and honestly, it helped. After a little while, she was smiling and laughing again, happy that she had a husband who cared enough to help her try and get over her rough spots. Honestly, Betty didn't even notice the crowd watching them, not like she would have really cared if she had noticed. After a while of dancing, she stepped backward before Donald could sweep her into another dance. Laughing and smiling, she shook her head, trying to catch her breath from all the laughter. "Okay, okay....I think this old lady is done for the night Don."
Donald laughed and walked over to her, "Good because this old man is about to have a heart attack." He laughed and drank a glass of water something he had a habit of doing almost constantly. He smiled and looked around saying his goodbyes and made his way back to his transport. He sat down and relaxed loosening his coat some. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He wasn't too tired to do anything but he wanted to just take a moment. He sighed and kept his eyes closed just asking for Betty to do something to him.
Following him out, she slid in beside him in the transport as he closed his eyes to relax. For a little while she was able to resist the urge to annoy him somehow, but after a while, she just couldn't help herself. Reaching behind her she pulled down her hair, grabbed a bit of it, and tickled his nose with it, before searching through her hand bag as if she'd done nothing at all.
Race: Zeltron
Age: 53
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 120
Appearance:
Birth place: Zeltros, Northern Province
Occupation: retired Republic Navy officer, House Wife, Charity Advocate.
Rank: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: 6
Bio:
Like most Zeltrons, Bellatrix was born on the so called “party planet” of Zeltros. Her parents, Deliah and Orionus, were typical of their race, interested in making others feel better, happy, healthy…obviously they were thrilled with bringing another life into the galaxy that could do the same. Deliah was a tutor for small children, Orionus, a doctor. Living in this environment for her first two years, Bellatrix grew swiftly, learning easily, and showing a penchant for making others happy, no matter what was wrong.
At the age of three, Bellatrix’s parents were contacted by the royal family of Corellia. The royals were looking for a good, private doctor, as well as a tutor for their daughter, and their only nephew, Donald Kail…what better way to get what they needed than to hire a couple who worked in the professions they needed, and as an added bonus, Zeltrons! And so the small family found themselves moving to Corellia. As per the promises listed in the contract, the family found themselves with a decent home near the royal palace grounds. It took them less than a day to get settled in, and were ready for their work tomorrow.
Bellatrix, not yet old enough to take care of herself, or help her father, was taken by her mother to meet the children she was going to be teaching for the beginning part of their lives. The small three year old girl found the large palace interesting to say the least, but also found the place to be extremely depressing and serious…something she was not used to at all. Her day was improved slightly as she followed her mother into the large play room where two other children were. One was a girl, the other a boy, and both older than herself. Feeling a bit intimidated at first, Deliah nudged the girl forward and Bellatrix understood that she would need to get used to the two other children. Sighing, she stepped forward and was immediately hit with a wave of loneliness from the boy, and an air of disinterest from the girl. Immediately Bellatrix headed for the boy…since he seemed to need a friend the most. She knew by now that “lonely” was a bad feeling, and “friends” helped get rid of the lonely feeling. At first the boy was completely uninterested, and let her do most of the talking, only speaking once or twice himself, but she knew that after some time she could convince him she was a good person to be a friend with.
It was in this way that many of her childhood years passed. She, the girl (who she learned soon was the princess), and the boy (who she learned was the princess’ cousin, Donald), were taught by her mother the basics of reading, writing, math, science, manners, and even a bit of art. Over these years, Bellatrix was called “Betty” by the other two children, and the name stuck…but more than that stuck with Betty. She found herself not only friends with Donald Kail, but also found that she had a growing crush on the older boy. He was a determined and serious boy, respectful and polite, but with a sense of humor…though beneath it all, he held a deep pain that for someone her age, was difficult to come to terms with, especially since she hadn’t yet mastered ways to impress feelings of happiness on others like those of her species who were older. At times, the young girl found it difficult to handle, causing her to cry for no apparent reason and become depressed easily, but as she grew older, she found it easier to numb herself to these feelings. However, at age 13, Betty found that she would no longer need to worry about Donald’s pain, as he was sent to law school.
During this time, Betty began learning more about herself, as her mother was no longer needed to tutor the young royals. She was taught about medicine from her father, piloting from one of her friends at the palace, teaching from her mother, and was sent for a year to her home planet of Zeltros to live with her grandparents there so she could learn more about her native culture. After the year was up and she returned to Corellia, the young woman (now 18), found that she had indeed missed the world she called home more than the planet she had just left…but more so, she missed the young man she’d known from her time at the palace. Debating now about what path she should follow in her life, she decided that she loved piloting the most…it brought her a sense of freedom she didn’t have otherwise, unfortunately most places that needed pilots refused to allow women to pilot…the only place that didn’t: The Republic Navy. Betty’d always had great respect for the military, and had harbored a small desire to join it…except her parents didn’t agree. Now that she was old enough to decide for herself, she informed her parents that she wanted to join the navy, and wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. Knowing that their daughter had always had a strong will, they gave her their blessing, and on her 19’Th birthday, saw their daughter off to training.
At 20, she had just received orders to join the crew of The Spearhead, the flagship of the Corellian Navy. Upon arriving on the Spearhead, she introduced herself to the commander of the ship. A Captain in the military, the man was rather handsome, and it was much to her surprise that she learned he was indeed Donald Kail, who she realized felt overjoyed at the sight of her. It didn’t take long for the amiable Zeltron woman to settle into her post as pilot on the ship, and it took her even less time to gain friends amongst the crew, and even a small following of men…however, she only had eyes for Donald. Refusing to allow her feelings to get in the way of her duty, she managed to keep her feelings to herself despite her natural instinct to show just how she felt. For once, she was extremely glad that she’d only spent a year on Zeltros, meaning she could more easily control her emotions, and how she expressed them. After a little while, she also took on a personal duty as a ship’s councilor of sorts, helping others around her to feel more at ease with their various problems and feelings.
It wasn’t long, however, until she found herself in his ready room confronting Donald about his feelings for her. She knew very well how he felt…the fact that he enjoyed her being around, the fact that he disliked some of his men eyeing her like a prize to be won, she might have even called it jealousy at times…but she also knew that nothing could come of their feelings without repercussions. Relations with superior officers was frowned upon, to say the least, and she didn’t want to cause him trouble…however, keeping their feelings hidden wouldn’t do any good either. After this, they decided to keep their relationship a secret until her contract with the navy was over at the end of the year. As her contract ended, the now 24 year old woman found herself proposed to by a 27 year old Donald. They were married within the year, however, the ceremony was cut short due to an attack. Rushing to their battle stations they engaged the enemy. Heavily out numbered, Donald was forced to take a risky strategy, and flew between two of the enemy ships. As they reached the middle, being bombarded heavily, he ordered a shift of all power to the ship’s thrusters propelling the ship far out of the enemies range while causing the enemy ships to fire upon each other. He then led his ship around to finish off the heavily damaged ships.
With this last victory, and her marriage to Donald, Bellatrix retired from the navy and became a popular face for charities that she supported as Donald became Admiral of the Corellian Navy, and a popular face in politics. She watched as her husband’s popularity grew with the people of Corellia, and her belly grew with their son…yes, she knew it was a son, he was willful even in the womb. At the end of the year Donald had won the senate election, and she had given birth to their son. She was 25 and Donald was 28. Taking what her mother had taught her about teaching, Betty spent all the time she could with little Daren, teaching him about life, reading, art, everything…and watching Donald with Daren gave her more happiness than she could ever express, and it showed in their home on Corellia, and their apartment on Coruscant. It was while they were on Coruscant that Daren was discovered by a Jedi to have potential in the force. Donald seemed to be devastated by the news, but Betty took a more optimistic approach. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to see her son, but at the same time, it was an ideal opportunity for the boy to grow and learn. After some convincing, she and Donald agreed that the boy would be sent to the temple to learn. While this created a sadness in Betty, she felt the deep sorrow it created in Donald like a knife to the heart…perhaps it hadn’t been for the best after all.
In the years that followed, Donald seemed to flourish in the senate, and this brought a measure of joy to her until the day he was nearly killed by an assassin from the Sith while he was speaking with the Chancellor. Scared to death, she was just glad he had the military training to survive the attack. More pain was brought to the family when the Jedi informed them that their son had been killed. For weeks the woman was inconsolable, feeling the whole thing had been her fault, even Donald took time away from the Senate to re-compose himself. As the year went on, the 43 year old woman felt a growing hate in Donald…of what, she couldn’t tell at the time. As time went on, it became apparent that this hate was one for the Jedi, and Betty felt herself become even more ashamed and depressed due to the overwhelming feelings coming from her husband compounded with her own feelings of guilt in the matter.
Now, at 53, she has started to heal, finding new hope in perhaps brining another life into the world. Not allowing the past to shackle her any longer, the woman still holds out hope that perhaps she will one day see her son again, but also looks to the future as her husband runs for Chancellor.
RP Sample: ((IM RP, between Donald Kail and myself.))
"Come on Donald, we're going to be late!" Betty called from the living room of their Coruscant apartment. It was the night of the Senator's Gala and her zeltron blood was ACHING for a party....any party. Things had been so gloomy lately, she needed a way to let loose and forget for a while. She'd thought of going back to Zeltron to visit family for a bit, but she just couldn't leave Donald alone with all this work he was doing to get the vote for Chancellor. So, here she was, dressed in a slinky red and black silk dress and waiting, rather impatiently, for Donald to be ready. Donald sat in his office finishing some last paper work when his wife yelled for him. He smiled and put his pen down...the galaxy could wait one night for him. He put in his coat and checked his side, he still had his gun on him. He made it a little more comfortable and walked into the living room. He smirked at his wife,
"My my you look better every day hun."
He walked over to her and took her arm.
"You'd think it was your party and not mine..."
Giggling girlishly, Betty kissed him on the lips and took his arm.
"Oh I doubt that Don. Besides, if it should be ANYONE who's celebrating it should be you. After all...look at everything you've accomplished, and everything you've done that's good! I don't think they'll be able to resist you for Chancellor."
She stated, grabbing her hand bag. "Besides...you've got one thing they don't..."
She added, grinning mischievously. Donald smirked and kissed her back holding her close to him.
"Yes that is very true..."
He led them out of the apartment and into their transport. It would be a long drive in the traffic at this time but it wouldn't be boring with Betty.
"I don't know if they will take me as Chancellor. I'm well liked but the current Chancellor is too. The people think I'm a warmonger and I'll blow it out of proportion...which I might do."
Don laughed at his own joke. He had a habit of doing so. He looked into his wife's eyes deeply and wondered what she was thinking.
"Oh you're no fun you ol' coot."
she said, laughing and batting his shoulder with a hand playfully.
"You're supposed to ask me 'what?' so I can act conceded for a moment and say 'me" she teased, laughing as they got into the transport. As he spoke, she sighed dramatically and shook her head, a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.
"Oh please. Do you honestly believe that Don?" she asked, rolling her eyes at his laughter.
"Hahaha...you think you're SO funny, Mr. I'm-always-serious." Betty teased once more, turning some of his words against him. She knew better than that...it was an old joke, but the way he acted sometimes just made it continually funny to her. He couldn't help himself but to laugh even more and looked to her with a wide grin,
"Oh yes I'm sorry hun next time I won't speak so quickly." Donald looked out at the city as the transport zoomed by...the thought of it all being destroyed hit him but he quickly pushed it away. He turned back to Betty and smiled, "You sure you want to dance with me? They may think I'm your father you know?"
She nodded and smiled as he spoke, feeling she had won the battle...for the moment at least. As he looked out the window, she felt a wave of emotion hit her, causing her to gasp slightly, though she didn't allow Donald to notice. What ever he had just thought of, it had made him feel sad, angry, hurt...all at once...she wondered what it was. As he turned back to her, she raised an eyebrow, her face not showing that she'd felt anything at all, just simple curiosity at what he'd say next. As he spoke, she giggled once more and leaned forward giving him a good look at her cleavage. "I most certainly am going to....Big Daddy." she teased, sitting straight again as she smiled impishly over at him. He smiled large and kissed her. He couldn't help but forget his worries of the galaxy when he was with her. She was what had kept him alive during all these years. He wrapped his arm around her and was very happy with the thought the ride to the Gala was long. He wanted her to himself for a little. He smiled, "Well hun, I hope they do. With the thought I created such beautiful children I might get a date."
She pouted playfully as he held her, turning her face away teasingly. "Hmph. Get a date. I certainly don't think so." she teased, still pretending to be mad at him. "I may LOOK young, but I'm not what I used to be dearry." she said, in a mock old woman voice, as she looked at him and smiled again, kissing his cheek lightly. "And no one but me is going home with you....got that you hound you?"
Donald hmmmed thinking deeply about what she said and finally smiled, "Oh and what shall I do with an old lady like you?" He continued to smile and almost laughed at hard it was for him to call Betty old. She looked amazing still even for her age. He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought that he didn't even look bad. His hair wasn't even grey or failing out yet. He had no idea how all the stress of his job would usually cause that to happen. He looked back to her wanting her never to leave.
Betty raised an eyebrow mischievously and smirked. Oh what indeed? "Well...nothing before the Gala, that's certain." Time seemed to fly by in this way, and before they knew it they were at the Gala. The large ball room was filled with people from the senate and their wives or significant others. Servers walked about the milling throng, passing out drinks and Hors d'oeuvres (appetizers).
Donald was the light of the party especially with Betty by his side. He greeted everyone and talked about what they cared about. He remembered everyone's name and the names of their family members and knew what subjects interested them. He ate reasonably making sure not to overdo it and found he had a lot of trouble keeping his eyes of Betty tonight. He couldn't figure out why and doubt she minded. He continued to speak about his run for Chancellor and had a good amount of optimism from his friends and close supporters. He was surprised that the Chancellor himself wasn't at the party. The Chancellor had been acting strange...Before he could continue you this line of thought he turned back to Betty and smiled, "Quite the party."
Betty had spent much of the night conversing with a few select people and sticking close to Donald. The various waves of emotions coming from the people around her tended to set her off balance, especially since not everyone was entirely happy to see them...to put it nicely. Despite this fact, she managed to have quite a good time. Betty didn't remember as much as Donald seemed to, but then again, she didn't spend half as much time with these people as Don did. They had only recently extricated themselves from a throng of people when Don spoke to her. Nodding in agreement, she glanced toward the door. "I think we should go now Don...some of these people are starting to get a little too drunk, and I don't like what I'm feeling from them..." she muttered in reply. This was one reason why she didn't like Zeltron...angry and sad drunks were never fun to be around...
He looked to her confused a moment and then nodded, "I see...alright. We'll go." Don said with a strange smile. He wasn't really ready to go he needed to keep himself out there and get support from the other senators but Betty didn't look good. He was about to grab her coat when an announcer came over a loud intercom, "Would all the senators join us in a dance." A band made it's way out and started playing a wonderfully fast paced song. He looked to Betty shrugging, "We can still go if you want..." He looked to the dance floor and back to her. He'd leave it up to her...
Sighing, she blinked up at the speaker. Oh how she wished they'd done this sooner...it was late and they'd only played a handful of songs worth dancing to. Nodding, she decided she could handle another dance or two before they left. "Alright...but I think I've had enough of talking for one night...much more and I feel I'll lose my voice!" she said with a smile. Well...it was only half true anyway.
Donald laughed and pouted, "Well I hope your not all worn out. You old hag...." He said with a high sense of humor. He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. The band started playing loudly and they danced together. They moved together perfectly Donald had always been a good dancer. They were admired by the crowd and Donald was in an extremely good mood. He didn't know what had him so happy. He didn't like seeing Betty unhappy but he tried to keep his spirits high. They danced for a while and was just waiting for her call to leave.
Don, being himself, cracked an absurd joke, and she couldn't help but giggle. He knew how to help her feel better, and honestly, it helped. After a little while, she was smiling and laughing again, happy that she had a husband who cared enough to help her try and get over her rough spots. Honestly, Betty didn't even notice the crowd watching them, not like she would have really cared if she had noticed. After a while of dancing, she stepped backward before Donald could sweep her into another dance. Laughing and smiling, she shook her head, trying to catch her breath from all the laughter. "Okay, okay....I think this old lady is done for the night Don."
Donald laughed and walked over to her, "Good because this old man is about to have a heart attack." He laughed and drank a glass of water something he had a habit of doing almost constantly. He smiled and looked around saying his goodbyes and made his way back to his transport. He sat down and relaxed loosening his coat some. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He wasn't too tired to do anything but he wanted to just take a moment. He sighed and kept his eyes closed just asking for Betty to do something to him.
Following him out, she slid in beside him in the transport as he closed his eyes to relax. For a little while she was able to resist the urge to annoy him somehow, but after a while, she just couldn't help herself. Reaching behind her she pulled down her hair, grabbed a bit of it, and tickled his nose with it, before searching through her hand bag as if she'd done nothing at all.