Justice!

Esmeralda is my name, Musical Theatre is my game.

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ctrlkee:

*; attention snapping towards an unforgettable and recognizable face (more than it had already been), cri-kee found his lips parting without hesitation to respond to an offer too good to turn down. potentially too eager for his own good. “ sure! who doesn’t like cookies – ” tapping the door shut behind himself, the senior skated over to the bakery in socks and smiled. the dorm smelt so good, and the music was a nice touch. it was a nice change of scenery for him. “ is there a special reason why? ”

“I’d like to think crazy people don’t like cookies.” She giggled lightly. Esme waited and stirred the batter in the bowl she was holding while Cri-kee made his way over. When he joined her, she looked over at him and smiled brightly, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “Not really. I just felt like baking and I always love how the dorm smells afterwards and Minnie never complains about it either.” She looked over the to the cupcake tray on the counter. “Would you mind putting the cupcake wrappers in each cupcake slot? The batter is just about done and then we can take out the cookies.”

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mirasmittens:

Mittens almost wished she could vanish when she heard Esme’s voice and she curled up tighter to try to make herself small. But after a bit she peeked her head out shyly, looking at Esmeralda with a combination of shame and uncertainty. She couldn’t tell Esmeralda what had happened, could she? John was her friend. Mittens bit her lip and hid her face up to her nose. “Someone threatened me today, and I really want to hide right now.”

Esme noticed the way the other girl was still trying to hide herself and it only made her more concerned. She watched Mittens carefully and when she finally told her what was wrong, Esme’s hands clenched tightly into fists in her lap. “Someone threatened you? Why? What happened, Mira?” She frowned slightly as she looked at her, trying to conceal her anger.

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mirasmittens:

Mittens was curled up on a couch, hidden in a blanket she’d swiped from someone’s room. She was trying to avoid the world, her head a jumble of her conversation with John and her complete failure at being a girlfriend or even a decent human being. When she heard approaching footsteps she groaned and curled up further, mumbling, “Go ‘way, if you get any closer I’ll kick you.”

Esme wasn’t going to pay any mind to the person on the couch as she approached to walk by, however, that changed when she realized who it was. When she got close, she heard Mittens’ words, but chose to ignore them. “I doubt you would do such a thing to me, mon cher.” She smiled and sat down beside her, brows furrowing together in concern when it became clear that something was upsetting Mittens. “What’s wrong, mon cher?”

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what-isin-my-heart:

John listened to Esme speak, instinctively nodding his head as she spoke. “Of course,” he said. “I understand what you mean, and I think that’s quite reasonable. Rushing never does anyone any good. I-I would like to say something as well… That, um… Whether this becomes romantic or not, I want to remain friends. I’m sure you were probably going to say something similar, b-but I wanted to put it out there first, to make sure you knew I wasn’t just copying you.”

Esme nodded her head and listened to him as well. A small smile graced her lips and she nodded her head in agreement. “Of course. We’ll remain friends, no matter what.” She sighed softly and patted the spot at the edge of his bed beside her so he could sit with her. “So...what I’m about to tell you is a very personal and private thing for me. Only Mittens knows about it, but you deserve to know too, should we become something more romantic.”

She sighed heavily and ran her fingers through her hair before she started speaking. “So, I was born and raised in a circus and the Ringmaster, the man who owned the circus, was a horrible man. When I was 15, he ummm...” She trailed off, deciding to put it the same way she had when she told Mittens. “Basically, I’m not a virgin and it wasn’t my choice to lose my virginity.” She held back her tears, her skin crawling as the memories flashed through her head. “Being with Mittens wasn’t hard for me. She’s a girl and a girl didn’t do what he did to me. I-I’m not trying to say that being with you is going to be hard, but I just want you to know why I might flinch if you try to touch me and why I might be more nervous with you than I was with her.”

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onpinsandpineneedles:

“Her names Dees.” He blushed a bit “I’m not sure if she likes me like that though. Still it’d be fun to impress her some suprise dance moves out of nowhere”

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“Dee? Dee as in Perdita? I know her! She’s a friend of mine. She’s a very sweet girl. I don’t blame you for liking her. She’s quite wonderful.” Esme smiled brightly. “As far as impressing her with dance moves go, I think teaching you how to slow dance is the best bet. I’m not sure if other forms of dancing will impress her the same way. Besides, slow dancing is more intimate.”

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onpinsandpineneedles:

Dipper smield at the girls kind words. “You’re right. Ive been meaning to take dance lessons. There’s this girl I wanna impress. She’s a great dancer and I wanted to suprise her. Maybe its about time I did it.”

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“Let her be your motivation then!” Esme beamed. “Does this wonderful dancing girl have a name? I might know her, and I’d be more than happy to help teach you how to dance.”

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what-isin-my-heart:

John closed the door to give them the privacy Esme had asked for. Before he could probe a bit more, he heard Esme speak. Was he hearing her correctly? Esme was… confessing feelings for him? Real feelings? Romantic feelings? “O-oh… W-well…” John said, rather speechless. “Wh-what is it you… n-needed to explain…?”

Esmeralda sat down at the edge of his bed, looking over at him. “First I’d like to say that I don’t want to rush into anything. I didn’t rush into anything with Mittens either so please don’t think I’m being unfair.” She doubted he would think such a thing, but the whole situation made her nervous. “If we do pursue something romantic, I want to take our time, if that’s alright with you. I want to know if that’s okay with you before I continue.”

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what-isin-my-heart:

John was about to make a joke about getting two batches of muffins. That is, until he saw Esme’s face and demeanor. She looked really nervous, or maybe she was worried about something. Or both? Either way, John became very concerned. Especially when she mentioned wanting to talk to him in private. “Oh, of course,” John said. “This way–”He motioned towards his door–”Is something the matter?”

Esme turned and walked into his room, waiting for him to join her and close the door behind him. “No, not really. I mean, nothing is wrong, exactly. I just have some things to explain.”  She started pacing back and forth, trying to figure out how to start. Once she thought of a way, she stopped and looked over at him. “So ummm...I like you. More than a friend. I like you the way that you like me, but there’s something I need to talk to you about first, before anything happens.”

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lostgirl-janedarling-avenir:

“Oh well I think you’ll do fantastic,” Jane said. “You’ll definitely wow your class– Me? Oh no, I don’t dance. I mean, I meant to pick it up as a little girl, but now that I’m older I don’t feel like I would be as dedicated to learning.”

“Thank you.” Esme smiled brightly. “Well I do hope so. That’s sort of the plan.” She giggled. “Oh you did? What kind of dancing were you thinking of picking up when you were younger? Normally parents try to get their little girls into ballet, but I don’t want to assume.”

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moonlishang:

“it was impressive.” he replied, not that he was one with any credit in dance to be giving his opinion. but a military mans son couldn’t stand by and not make his observations. “almost.” stepping around the female, making his way towards the stage, shang rose his hand. “the female on your left was off beat by a second. if that was intentional, it looked rather messy and could probably be tidied, if not removed. then, do you want me to continue?”

Esmeralda smiled, even as he continued. She followed him to the stage and made mental notes that she would share with the girls the next time she saw them. “I won’t remove her. I don’t think I’m allowed. It’s group project of sorts, but we’ll keep practicing with her to make sure she gets it right.” She nodded her head to him. “Oui. Please, continue.”

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xwalkitoff:

“What’s the saying? Practice makes perfect?” Pietro hummed thoughtfully, “You could do it. Knock him off his feet.”

“Very true. I like that way you think.” She smiled brightly. “That’s the plan.” She stared at him for a moment. “You seem vaguely familiar. Have we met before? Forgive me if we have and I don’t remember your name. I think I saw you at the Ball, but I don’t think we’ve ever met though.”

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kaasxxtrust:

 Kaa gave out a short breath. “Oh good.” She said well aware of the rude comment that she made off to sound so casual. Biting her tongue she offered the other woman a smile and nodded. “Well at least if this is going to be graded on how well you work together I’m sure you should manage some sort of passing grade.”

Esmeralda narrowed her eyes slightly at the rude woman, but decided to let it go. She wasn’t worth the argument over some silly rude words. “Yes, I’m sure we will. I was lucky enough to get paired with girls who don’t slack off and genuinely care about the ‘project’ we’re doing. Group projects often make me nervous because of those people who don’t put any effort in so then I have to do twice as much work.”

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onpinsandpineneedles:

Dipper laughed and shook his head. “No mam. Dipper Pines dose not dance. I promise no one here wants to see that. I have zero sense of rhythm I’ll leave that the pros like you and you’re friends there.” He threw his bag over his shoulder relaxing and enjoying the conversation.

Esme giggled. “Well if you’re sure, but you shouldn’t care what other people think. Dancing is a way of letting loose and enjoying yourself. I say that if there’s a song that you can’t help but dance to, go for it. You aren’t here to impress people with your dance moves, so do it because you enjoy it. I dance all the time, but that’s because I’m always listening to music.”

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hairlikestarlightx:

Sophie tried to remember, “Oh yeah. I think I remember. My friend was supposed to meet me. And I–I think I was sad. I probably was. And when I drink it hits me hard. Not very classy as my mother would say.”

She nodded her head slightly. “I understand. I’m sorry you were sad. I hope you’re happier now.” She smiled. “My name is Esmeralda, just in case you don’t remember. Esme for short.”

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lostgirl-janedarling-avenir:

Jane had been wandering around campus again in her free time. There wasn’t a whole lot to explore considering she kept going out at night and trespassing. When she heard music in one of the rooms, she couldn’t help but be curious. That’s where she found Esme and the other two girls dancing, and decided there was no harm in watching. Although, she did not expect to be approached after the show.

“Oh, um…” Jane stuttered. “Yes, it was very nice. You’re all very talented.”

Esme smiled brightly, glad that the stranger had enjoyed the dance. “Thank you! It means a lot. Especially since we have to do that routine up in front of our teacher and the rest of our class.” She tilted her head to the side slightly. “Do you dance at all?”

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icedkristoff:

“Usually it’s random things. Mountains, fields, people, objects… Just depends.” 

“Well why not explore Monaco a bit? there are plenty of beautiful things to see. Maybe something will catch your attention and you can get inspiration from that? I’d be happy to help and show you around?”