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Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Mikayla DiBiase Yesterday at 5:45 am

You wouldn't dare

Locked doors and bluffs called, she was getting a little scared, but surely Daddy believed her? Otherwise he wouldn't have called Uncle Ted so fast?

She glared at the piece of wood, that trusty door, that separated her from them, and was glad for it. Now she's pacing the bathroom. Her gamble's still on Uncle Ted getting tired of nonsense and just sending her home, especially now that Daddy's hopefully gonna yell at him!

She does want to see Peyton, though, and say hi, before she gets shipped back. And she might've heard something about a water park, which of course got her interest...

No, she still wants to go home, she thinks. Well, depending on how the phonecall turns out.

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Randy Orton Yesterday at 5:48 am

Randy arched an eyebrow. Apparently, Ted had no qualms about shit getting real or escalating quickly. He had to chuckle. But then Ted's phone ringing, and he's shooting off a quick text...

He could hear the yelling, something like "Did you hit her?!" And Randy's known Mike since he was a kid. Aw, shit.

Did that little girl manipulate shit? Randy couldn't help but look amused, though. He was appreciating Peyton all the more. Lol

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Mikayla DiBiase Yesterday at 7:30 am

It was quiet enough for her to 'unlock' the door now, and peek her head out. Intentionally not lookingUncle Ted in the face, she did offer a "hi Peyton. Hiya Randy," before taking a couple steps out beyond the bathroom..not too far away from it, in the event she needs to dash back in and lock it, but at least her uncle can't honestly say she wasn't polite or a little sociable, even if she was keeping a physical distance (that's called self preservation! *eyeroll*)

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Ted DiBiase Yesterday at 2:00 pm

It would be her phone ringing next. Ted's conversation with her father had come to an end, and as promised, Ted had to let Mike in on how his daughter acted whenever he wasn't around. And believe me, the report he got was one you never want as a parent. But Mike was a special case, because he was way worse than Ted could be, truth be told. She'd find that out in a moment.

"Pretty sure that's for you, little girl." He said to her.

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Peyton Orton Yesterday at 2:02 pm

He gave her a quick wave, and left it at that. He was a middle schooler, which meant she had to at least be in the...5th/6th grade? And just...no. She was eleven, which meant she couldn't even be cute. She was still on little kid status in his mind.

But, Dibiases seemed to be more challenged than Ortons when it came to behavior, and you can bet that Peyton was going to take the free entertainment. He muted to TV for the phone call. What? He had manners.

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Mikayla DiBiase Yesterday at 2:59 pm

Her jaw dropped lower...and lower...and lower after she'd said hello to the Ortons and they greeted her back, when she could hear what was being said. !

Frantic fingers shot Daddy a text, which apparently wasn't a well-received one, since she was trying to dispute what she was hearing! Daddy didn't text her back, and that didn't bode well. Nope, the conversation continued between the brothers. The smug look on her Uncle Ted's face was not lost on her at all. All color had drained from her face, every drop of it, when *her* phone rang.

What to do?

Well...she could let it go to voicemail, except Daddy set her phone up to where, if a call is missed, it's "The customer you are trying to reach does not have their voicemailbox set up. Thank you, goodbye." It hadn't always been that way. *That* had happened when she tried to be slick, one day after gymnastics practice and went with her friends to the local pizza place for an hour. An unreachable hour, where he'd gone absolutely crazy looking for her when she wasn't at the pickup spot. Her phone rang and she was with her friends. She spied the Caller ID and ignored it. That's what voicemail's for, right?

Daddy blew up her phone and she blew him off. Seriously, everybody else's parents let them go here after practice sometimes. And it's not the point that she could've asked to go...why should *she* have to ask when they just GO?

Well..she found out why when he tracked her down there. Not only did she lose her voicemail on her phone, she could forget about seeing her friends for the next month. She was *still* trying to earn voicemail back. And let's just say that if you *don't* answer that phone when Daddy calls? Unless the phone is dead...which of course, there's a witness in her smirking Uncle that it's not..or *she's* dead, which she feels like she's about to die...then that phone better get answered.

"Hi, Daddy?" she said, in the most angelic near-whimper voice, and took off back into the bathroom with her phone. You wouldn't hear much from her in way of responding. Oh, no. This was something that she was *listening* to. Trust that she was listening *very* closely. Daddy has a way of getting in her head and capturing her attention over the phone.

Well...okay. Maybe you'd hear a sniffle or two in the quiet, and a few minutes later an "okay", but she had no intention of coming out there. Everything's fresh in her head and she knows she has an apology to make. She's not going to do it in front of the Ortons, though. Daddy at least agreed that she didn't have to, something like "You didn't act up in front of them so you can wait 'til they leave." Uncle Ted's text tone would be going off with a similar message to him with Daddy's word on that...that there would be an apology but privately (Daddy may have included that a "different" little girl should be expected now that the conversation's been had), once they left.

She went to sit on the floor in there and even that wasn't comfortable, thanks to a "reminder." She muttered and shifted a little, getting as comfortable as possible, which wasn't very. Yes, this was going to be a long week. And she's on notice that should Daddy get another phonecall like that, he'll come get her himself, and no, not to give in to what she wanted.

Not good.

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Randy Orton Yesterday at 3:55 pm

Randy's eyebrows went to the hairline as he observed.

When Ted hung up and Mikayla had that look of somebody going to the gallows, and that bathroom door closed over, Randy offered knuckles to his Legacy teammate.

"Well played."

He was impressed, lol. And if anything, Peyton just got a preview of a phonecall that Randy never wanted to receive. (Not that he would, since Peyton's civilized. But damn.)