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Celeste Marie-Claire Laurent. Age 24. Rosewick Resident. Originally from Salisbury, England.

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The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

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jackscarter‌:

Oh no, there were tears. Jackson didn’t know what to.. really do, and it kind of bothered him that he was so awkward with it.’’Hey, hey–’’ He starts, an arm reaching out again but it immediately drops at his side because he doesn’t want to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already was. ‘’Hey.. no, it’s.. it’s okay. You don’t have to stay here any longer, y’can text them and let ‘em know your going home. Come on outside and come get some air.’’ Slowly he extends a hesitant hand out for her to take, motioning to a back-door exit. ‘’It’s okay to.. to want to leave.’’

Staying quiet for a moment, Celeste had to admit she was rather embarrassed over the fact she was currently tearing up. It was still difficult to not see crying as a sign of weakness, despite what Soleil told her practically every time she broke down. It was okay to cry. It was bad to keep everything bottled up. Taking a few deep breaths, she merely shook her head before briefly glancing up to register the fact Jackson had extended a hand. Hesitantly, she intertwined her fingers with his before shifting her gaze back down. “Air might do me good, yeah... But you don’t have to feel like you need to stay. I-I should be alright in a few minutes. I just... I just need to get out of here.”

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‘‘I just wanted to make sure. I know you.. don’t like certain things, and I know– that.. probably made you feel uncomfortable an’ all that. Sorry you.. had to put up with him. Hate.. I hate people like that.’‘ Jackson said with a grunt, lowering his arm from her and running a hand through his hair. ‘‘I’m sorry. I’ll– just.. shut up. How’ve.. you been?’‘

Anyone who knew Celeste even a little bit tending to know how certain things made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t all that skilled at hiding how certain situations made her feel. Like right now. As much as she was trying to hide how much the man had bothered her, traitorous tears began to course their way down her cheeks. Bowing her head, she tried to take a few deep breaths in an attempt to keep from full on breaking down in front of Jackson. But it felt useless. “Um... I’m sorry. I-I should probably just go and find my friends.” She wanted out of there, out of this event. She wanted the comfort and safety of anywhere but here... Next time her friends wanted to go out for the night, she’d be sure to stay home instead. 

[celeste-mc]

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Keeping his gun drawn and walking towards Celeste, once he’s in reaching distance he pulls her in by her  arm and wraps one of his own arms securely around her. ‘’I think you know what I’m gonna say now. Get lost or..’’ Trailing off, he cocks the gun and once the asshole seems to get the message and run off without a second glance all Jackson can do is shake his head. He slowly starts to relax some, putting his gun back into his holster with a sigh. ‘’..You good?’’ Jackson finally asks, glancing down at her.

9 out of 10 times, Celeste hated to be touched. She’d grown to develop a severe dislike of physical contact after everything in Prague; and getting over that dislike was something she was still very much working on. So as Jackson placed his arm around her, she couldn’t help but instinctively flinch as a shudder was sent down her spine. But after a few seconds, the tension in her body lessened; and she allowed herself to lean into his side, nodding against him before speaking up. “I-I... I’ll be alright, yeah. Thank you.” She let out a heavy sigh, her eyes once again trailing to his hand as she noticed he’d put the gun away. That helped a bit. She’d never felt comfortable around guns.

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Gun drawn and ready to shoot the guy bothering her, his eyes are emotionless. ‘’Celeste.’’ He calls out her name to make his presence known and at the guy turning, Jackson points his gun at the strange male casually. ‘’I didn’t know you were– stopping.. by. He isn’t bothering you much, is he?’’

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[celeste-mc]

Celeste knew she had to stop agreeing to go out with her fellow dance majors; and she knew she especially had to stop lying to her bodyguard about where she was going. Her nights always ended up the same, with her friends getting drunk and ditching her; yet she never learned. But tonight... Tonight was worse than usual, mainly because of the man that was coming on way too strongly with his advances, the man who clearly wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

Feeling the onset of a panic attack, the Brit couldn’t have been more relieved when she heard the familiar voice call out her name. Jackson. Her knight in leather armor. Catching his glance, she gave him a look that asked for help before her eyes trailed down to what was in his hand. A gun. The shock of what she saw momentarily stole her ability to find her words, hence why she hesitated in her response to his inquiry. “Y-Yeah. Um...”

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tcnydancer‌:

              lifting her own cup of black coffee to her lips , lorelei let a bright smile form on her lips as she waved towards the small ballerinas , a feeling in her gut that was filled of happiness & excitement for each of them. she could only remember when she was one of them , full of energy & enjoying every moment of being taught how to be the best of them all. but like the stereotype , lorelei became competitive , but within herself rather than with her fellow ballerinas. she could go home & force herself into a cold shower as a way to punish herself for not having perfect , pointed toes. her hair would come out in chunks due to her pushing so many bobby-pins to keep it in place ; her toes would bleed for days after she would practice for hours upon hours , ignoring the screams that her feet would send towards her brain halfway through her practice. it got worse with age , taking her weight into consideration & even turning her phone off while rehearsing so her location couldn’t be found by her parents or her brother. but denial continued , refusal of seeing what other saw was something that she chose ; the end of the deal was all she wanted , julliard was all she saw , the opening at the end of the tunnel. ‘‘ oh it definitely wasn’t easy , ’’ she said with a chuckle , shaking her head. ‘‘ but you just need the nice little touch , ’’ she teased , moving to lightly hit her shoulder against her friends. ‘‘ fair — but i’ll warn you that it’s pretty nice outside. good weather , snowball fight & snowman weather. ’’

There was an innocence in watching the young ballerinas run through the choreography again and again. It reminded Celeste of a much simpler time in her life, when her biggest concern was whether or not she’d get a solo. Or more specifically when she’d finally get to dance as Clara, every little ballerina’s dream. She wished those were still her biggest concerns; but life had a way of fucking you over with age. That simplicity was long gone, only to be replaced with anxieties and fears of a cruel world. Shame the Land of Sweets wasn’t a real place. If it was, the Brit wouldn’t hesitate to run off with a Nutcracker Prince(ss), leave all her cares behind to be treated as a guest of honor by the Sugar Plum Fairy... She let out a sigh as she allowed her mind to wander for a moment before redirecting her attention first to Lorelei and then to her girls. “So what you’re saying is I don’t have the nice touch? Connerie.” Shaking her head, she took another sip of her coffee before calling over one of the dancers. “Gracie, venez ici.” A little redhead stopped mid-routine and quickly made her way over to the brunette. “Spotting is your friend, mind. Focus on the butterfly; and you won’t make yourself dizzy.” She’d gotten the permission of the studio owner to place an assortment of stickers on the wall of her classroom, using them as spots for her younger dancers to learn how to properly turn without making themselves dizzy. Moving to stand, she briefly demonstrated what she meant, performing a series of chaînés before gesturing for Gracie to mimic. “See? You’re not all topsy turvy after.” She smiled down at the girl. “Continue.” With that, the redhead ran back to her place for the routine; and Celeste paused the music. “Alright girls, from the top. Let’s show Mademoiselle Lorelei just how ready for Friday night we are, shall we?” Sending a quick glance in the direction of her friend, she offered up a warm smile, letting out a soft chuckle before resuming the music, starting from the beginning of the piece. 

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               ‘‘ pretty fuckin’ good huh ? ’’ she made sure that the children were out of ear-shot before letting the curse fall between her lips , handing her friend the cup of coffee that had been keeping her hand warm on the walk over. thankful for the puffy jacket that she had chosen for the day , & the sweater that was still covering her small body underneath when she pulled the jacket off her body. she had only caught the end of the routine , but she could only imagine the perfection that the younger boys & girls had shown to their instructor. ‘‘ they were all very excited to show you what we’ve been practicing. they made sure to work their little butts off , they wanted to impress the best of the best. ’’ she said with a small smile , sitting down in the chair by the back wall , looking around the dance studio. it had been a while ; not by choice , of course , but by her elder brother being oh-so-worried about her well-being , acting as though she was dying. ‘‘ how’s your day going ? it’s quite nice outside , considering it’s still snowing. ’’

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While it was nice for her to return to England to visit her parents and brother, Celeste missed Rosewick immensely, especially her girls at the dance studio. Her little ballerinas were one of the few constants in her life that never failed to make her smile. She loved each and every one of them dearly; so finally getting to return to instruct them in preparation for The Nutcracker was very much welcomed. What was even more welcomed, however, was knowing they were in good hands whilst she was away. She sat her chair off to the side of the classroom, watching as her girls danced their way through the choreography. Nearly flawless for a bunch of elementary schoolers. She only took her attention away from watching as she heard someone come up beside her, passing her a warm cup of what she assumed to be coffee. “I can’t believe you’ve gotten Aubree to point her toes. I’ve been fighting with her to do that for months.” She let out a soft chuckle at the mere thought. “You have a gift, mon amie. Merci.” She then paused, taking a sip of what was now confirmed to be coffee. She grimaced, still not used to the taste. “I’ve been in here all morning; so I’m nice and warm and can’t complain.” Despite the fact the cold weather had a way of making her old injury act up, hence why she currently had her crutch leaning against the wall beside her chair. 

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Things French parents say to their kids

When we forget to turn off a light: C’est pas Versailles ici ! Hey, we’re not in Versailles !

When we stand between them and something they want to see: Et ton père, il est vitrier ? Is your father a glazier?

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When you are hungry but the dinner is not ready yet Ben mange ta main et garde l’autre pour demain ! Well, eat your hand and save the other one for tomorrow !

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What’s for dinner ? Des caillous. Pebbles.

When you lie too obviously : Et mon cul c’est du poulet. And my ass is made of chicken.

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When you are in a bad mood : Mange des carottes, ça rend aimable. Eat some carrots, you’ll be nicer

When you are throwing a tantrum : Pleure un coup, tu pisseras moins. Go on and cry, you’ll piss less.

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And the world wonders why we are so sassy.

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               ‘‘ no —- no i’m sure. can’t afford to be putting on all that extra sugar during exam season & with constant training. salads have been my best friends , ’’ she said with a small chuckle , although behind closed doors , she had been more-so picking at dry lettuce from the time being without really ingesting enough to feed her body nutrients. she refused to admit she had a problem , she was clearly just stressed with the endless things that her parents wanted from her ; sure , her father was the mayor , & sure , they were clearly rich compared to many of their neighbours , but she refused to say that she had a problem. the last thing she needed was more stuff to be stressing out her parents when they had enough to worry about. shaking the thoughts of her head , lorelei looked towards the woman with a small smile on her lips. ‘‘ i’d love to see photos when you have the time — i mean it wouldn’t even begin to be like the real thing but i’d love to see what your home looks like at this time of year. ’’ traveling had always been something that lorelei loved , although she rarely had the time to do it with dance training. ‘‘ they are doing wonderful ! they all listen very well & they’re all doing picture perfect plies at the end of the day. ’’

At Lorelei’s words, Celeste couldn’t help but eye the younger dancer skeptically. She was trying to read her, to see if there was something hidden behind what she’d said. After all, the Brit knew how ballet dancers could be. The pressure for one’s body to look perfect could sometimes lead to extremes. She’d seen it before. Hell, her parents used to threaten to ship her off to boarding school in Siberia if she ever let that pressure consume her. “Salads are boring, love. You know it’s perfectly fine to treat yourself from time to time. It’s most likely the French in me saying this; but food is meant to be enjoyed... How much can one enjoy salad? And that’s coming from my vegan arse.” She let out a soft chuckle, keeping the mood light, before placing the snacks back in the box and instead reaching for her phone on the table. Taking a moment, she began scrolling through her photos, trying to find any that showed the beauty of Salisbury this time of year. She had to scroll back a bit and ultimately ended up on Instagram, mainly because she hadn’t been focused on photography during her most recent trip home. Finally, she found some. They were several years old, from before Prague; but they clearly depicted her and her friends out and about town in mid-autumn. “I need to update my photos... I’ve not taken many of home recently.” She shrugged before passing her phone to her friend to look at. “Or I should just invite you to come ‘round someday. You’re right about the photos being nothing like the real thing. Plus you could come see Stonehenge.” Maybe next time she went back to England, she’d see about bringing her fellow dancer. Could make for a fun trip. “Oh I’m glad to hear they listen well even when it’s not me instructing them. I always felt like they only listen to me because they don’t like it when I’m angry and rant in French for, like, five minutes.”

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The explanation of the show is an easy one to understand, but he somehow loses his focus along the way– brows furrowing in confusion as he goes on. Lips purse as if he’s.. considering the show in his mind, but he shrugs. He doesn’t want to think so much about it, plus he’s certain he’d get a feel for it after a few episodes. Nothing wrong with that, right? ‘’Take it was a pretty bad one..’’ Jackson trails off for a moment, fingers drumming along his leg with a shrug. ‘’It does sound cool. We’ll definitely have to watch it sometime.’’

"I like it; though I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Do you like science fiction?” Usually Celeste wasn’t a fan of anything sci-fi; but Doctor Who was different. Maybe it was because she’d grown up with the show; and all her friends in school used to watch it too. She would’ve felt like an outsider if she didn’t watch; so even though she was skeptical at first, it grew on her. She fell in love with each Doctor and each companion; and she never fully recovered from every one of their goodbye’s. “Because there’s a lot of science fictiony elements. And some supernatural elements every now and again.”