carpe diem

estée winters, 26, marketing executive, traveller, clinton hill, sydney → new york

[ardencanning-blog]

“Bruises are just marks of warriors, so, make up some story, say you got into a fight with a bear or something, then you’ll seem badass. So, you’re just getting here then? Well, I can say your place looks a hell of a lot better than mine, so you’re already killing it in Brooklyn. Hell yeah they would’ve probably would have sued you for making them late and ruining their suit.”

[estee-winters]

Estee couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, “I’ll look like a complete badass until my battle scars fade and people begin to question the authenticity of it. Besides, I think I look like the sort of girl who’d be the first to run if I saw a bear in New York. My level of badass is nothing compared to Lois Lane. I grew up travelling between Manhattan and Sydney, so I don’t think I could get away with calling myself new to the city. But I’m new to Brooklyn, yes. I don’t know if I’m ‘killing it’, but I try. The apartment was a little out of my budget - the budget I created because I was trying to be a responsible adult - but I decided to go for it anyway. I’ve got a stack of bills to pay, but at least I’m not dealing with a plumbing problem. That sounds like something a New Yorker would do. People like that rarely exist over in Sydney.”

[xmaggiexxfowlerx-deactivated201]

“Honestly, if you are invited by me, you’re fine. Also they will not turn you away, you are too pretty and Andy and the boys would be stupid too do so.” She laughed, placing the bag on one of the boxes. “Wow! You’re all moved in! Hey, how about I order pizza? You provide beer and I provide noms! We’re even!” She smiled, placing her own purse down on the coffee table that was holding a few boxes on top.

[estee-winters]

“Aw, you’re a sweetheart. I don’t think I have an excuse not to drop by then,” she grinned. “You’re a woman after my own heart. Pizza is my first love. How’d you know? This can be like my unofficial housewarming party. I mean, beer and pizza are pretty much the bare essentials to any gathering. If I ever do hold a real housewarming party though, you can expect to receive an invite.” 

[opaljameslake]

( estee-winters )

Always late, rarely ever on time,  Opal James Lake was dashing down Brooklyn streets, looking for an address that she wasn’t entirely sure existed. Her mind elsewhere, her arms full of folders and files, her hair a wispy mess, she completely missed the blonde that suddenly stepped out. It was sudden, and cataclysmic in the way that the papers fluttered across the sidewalk. “Ah, yeah, I’m fine.” Dusting herself off, she stood tall, though a stinging sensation was coming from her pale elbow. Ignoring it, she focused on gathering the papers. “It was my fault, I should have been paying attention.” Even now she wasn’t looking, distracted by fleeting sheets of white.

[estee-winters]

Estee helped gather the last of the papers, returning them to the owner with a smile. “I’m really sorry-” she stopped speaking, suddenly drawn to the scarlet droplets forming on the brunette’s elbow. "You’re bleeding,” she announced to the woman, who was clearly too distracted by her documents to notice. She acted quickly, grabbing a pack of kleenex from her purse and taking one out to dab the elbow. “Does it hurt? My apartment is upstairs. I’m sure I'd be able to find a bottle of dettol and a bandaid for you.”

[xmaggiexxfowlerx-deactivated201]

She laughed, carrying her bags up with her. “A beer will work just fine, thank you!” She smiled. “I love Postmates. I use them sometimes and its a fucking life saver when I need it. So did you come here for a job? What do you do?” She was curious about the girl. She seemed really sweet and she wanted to get to know her a little more. “Oh! Also, to extend some hospitality, theres a party at my friend’s house this weekend. You should come and meet the gang. A bunch of super cool people. Also some I haven’t even met yet so it’ll be good. Also lots of cute guys!” She smiled over at the blonde.

[estee-winters]

“It’s honestly a godsend. We have nothing like it in Australia, so it has to be one of my favourite things about New York. I’m a marketing executive; the title sounds fancier than it actually is, trust me. What about you? What do you do for a living?” She asked as she exited the elevator, looking to her left to find the door to her apartment. She fished the keys out of her purse and unlocked the door, letting her friend into the apartment first. Cardboard boxes were scattered all over the place as the moving company had promised.

“That’s really sweet of you. I don’t know, would it be considered gate crashing if I came? I technically wasn’t invited by the host. You sold it to me though at cute guys. Who am I to say ‘no’ to cute guys?” 

[siimcn]

“Well, in that case, I better call my team of seventeen lawyers and make sure my TV - my most prized possession - is safe from your clutches,” replied Simon with a quirked brow. He found it easy to talk to the woman, rubbing shoulders and laughing. He wondered briefly if he had met her before, exclaiming, “Dude, my thoughts exactly! It’s also my favorite – along with Stonehenge guy and the sweet potato one. Oh, man, I think my ‘clients’ wouldn’t appreciate the full on technical talk though, they’re more of the sunshine-happy kind of group.” Which was true, actually, as most of his followers were fellow travelers and preferred ease over anything else. “I actually sell my soul bit by bit to the highest bidder,” he jested before shaking his head, small laugh here and there. “No, uhm, I’m technically unemployed at the moment. I’m trying to open up this luxurious 5-star restaurant with dim lights and $200 dollar champagne, but it does sound pretty professional doesn’t it? – except that that five-star restaurant is actually a rusted food truck that’s still in the mechanic’s. Professional, nonetheless, of course.” He kept on playing with phone until it almost slid from his hands, and then he had to put it back on his pocket. “What about you? Does bumping into people and falling butt-first pay well?”

[estee-winters]

"Your most prized possession is seriously your TV? Can’t miss an episode of The Bachelor or-?” She teased playfully, throwing her head back in a fit of giggles. “You have it easy then, hm? Sunshine-happy clients seem like they would be a breeze to deal with. You don’t seem like the type to, but never get involved in the corporate world I warn you. You’ll find that it’s composed of a bunch of pretentious pricks playing office.” She found herself chuckling again as he cracked another joke, feelingly oddly comfortable around the stranger. “You can cook? What sort of food are you trying to sell? I might have to pay you a visit once it returns from the mechanic’s, even if it isn’t a five star restaurant that sells expensive bubbly. I’ll lower my standards for you, but I better not get food poisoning.” She tilted her head, an amused expression written all over her features, “It pays the big bucks, I think I might actually quit my job. I bumped into someone two seconds ago and I think I might get my hands on his TV. On a serious note, I’m in marketing. I was a flight attendant for a while, but I’m getting a little old for that sort of lifestyle now.”

[ardencanning-blog]

“Upon first examination I believe I have a broken butt, not that that’s a very important body part, so yes, I’m perfectly peachy! How bout you though? You okay? Physically I mean. Clearly you’re having some problems spacing out and focusing only on the tall building instead of the people. You’re lucky you didn’t bump down one of those suit wearing assholes that carry coffee in an IV bag.”

[estee-winters]

Being the gullible person she was, Estee wasn’t sure whether to actually believe her when she said she had a broken butt. She quickly dismissed it, concluding that the girl would be in terrible pain if it were true. “I feel fine, but I’m sure I’ll find a new bruise somewhere on my body tonight. Sorry, I got completely sidetracked; it’s sorta the first time I’ve seen my apartment since I signed the lease. Oh, you’re definitely right. I’m sure they would have called their lawyers by now if I had. I thank my lucky stars.”

[xmaggiexxfowlerx-deactivated201]

“Are you sure? I’m really up to nothing at the moment and it’ll be easier. Plus you wont get your shit stolen.” She smiled in a friendly manner. “Oh and my name is Maggie.”

[estee-winters]

“You know what? I think I might actually take you up on your offer. I either let you help me or I go knocking on my neighbours door. I really don’t want to become that annoying ass neighbour when I've barely even lived in the building for a total of three minutes. Have to make a good impress and whatnot, you know?” She looped her fingers around the handle of the remaining bag, turning back toward Maggie. “Thank you, really. I owe you one. I did have someone run to the grocery store for me on Postmates, so I’m sure I can repay you with a beer or something when they arrive.” She gestured for her new friend to follow her through the large glass doors and into the lobby, leading the way to her new apartment.

[xmaggiexxfowlerx-deactivated201]

“Ah! Okay. Very cool. I’m from over in the Bronx. Born and raised. What was your name?” She grabbed one of the girls bags. “You’re in this building, yeah? I can help you if you like?” Maggie was definitely nicer than some other New Yorkers. She took pride in that fact.

[estee-winters]

“I’m Estee. What’s yours?” Her cheeks creased in a friendly smile. “You really don’t have to help. I don’t mean to bother you or disrupt you from whatever you were doing before this.” The blonde wasn’t used to the friendlessness the woman exerted, especially here in New York, though she already had a feeling she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

[xmaggiexxfowlerx-deactivated201]

“Oh shit! So-” she noticed how new the girl looked. She obviously just moved here. “Wait. I bump into you and knock you down and you’re the one apologizing? No, no. You should be chewing me out. You must be new. I’m Maggie.” She outstretched her arm to offer her hand to help her up.”Where are you from?” she asked, grabbing fallen bag.

[estee-winters]

“What gave me away? My accent or am I lacking the typical New Yorker attitude?” A laugh escaped her lips as the brunette helped her up. After having experienced the best of both worlds, she understood why New Yorkers were sometimes considered rude and pretentious. “I’m sort of grew up in two cities at once, so New York and Sydney. I bet you don’t hear that one too often. I’m usually over in Manhattan, so Brooklyn seems like a new city in itself.”

[caliopiemmartin]

“Good, good. I mean, about you not being hurt.” Callie said checking herself to see if she sustained any injury. When she didn’t see anything, she gave the woman in front of her a friendly smile. “Yeah, I really should’ve been paying more attention to where I was walking. Where you from?”

[estee-winters]

“There’s no simple answer to that question, but I’ll try my best to explain it to you over a cup of coffee if you care to join me,” she grinned. “Do you have time? My apartment is just upstairs. I’m such a clutz I better get off this street before I knock anyone else over.”

[siimcn]

“Are you sure? Because I just got here in the States, and I don’t want to leave the country because I’ve done some damages and be sued,” he said with furrowed brows, seemingly all too serious and concerned until he broke out a small chuckle and shook his head. “I’m kidding, though, come on.” Simon then inspected his phone briefly again before playing with it between his fingers. “It works fine, so I guess all is good. I was doing something pretty important earlier, however; I was trying to figure out if the cat-heart-eyes emoji is better than the sunglasses emoji as reply to this one comment I got.” His smile was wide and warm as he titled his head to say, “Real professional stuff, you know? Gotta pay the mortgage and all.”

[estee-winters]

“On second thought, I might just have to sue you for intentionally knocking me over. Anything for an easy buck,” Estee laughed simultaneously with him, going along with the joke. She glanced down at the phone, which fortunately seemed to be working fine. “Ooph, that’s a really hard call to make. The cat-heart-eyes emoji is a personal favourite of mine. I don’t imagine you’re typing an email to a client. What do you do for a living?” She asked out of curiousity, knowing that New York was one of the most expensive cities to live in. “Whatever it is, it sounds real professional as you put it.”

[audreyandersonsmythe-deactivate]

“Jesus Christ, I need a drink right now. I had to wait in line outside of a department store for four hours to meet the cast of The Wiggles. I didn’t even know those fuckers were still around.”

[estee-winters]

“The last time I saw you six months ago, you didn’t have any children. So either you’re hiding something from me or your choice of music has downgraded. Has that much changed since the last time I saw you, Gambino?”

[caliopiemmartin]

Callie felt her body bounce when she landed on the ground and a small groan of pain leave her mouth. “Son of a bitch.” she cursed out loud, giving herself a moment to relax before she stood back up. That was going to leave a mark. She looked at the woman she ran into. “Yeah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you.” she stood up quickly wiping off any gravel that accumulated from her fall and went to help up the blonde. “The question is, are you?”

[estee-winters]

“I take full responsibility for the fall,” she smiled reassuringly and muttered a quick apology as she pulled herself off the pavement with the help of the brunette. “I’m not hurt. No scratches, see?” She chuckled, holding her arms out for the woman to see. “It’s my first day back in New York and I’ve already knocked someone over. I forget how busy this city gets, especially at this hour.”

[siimcn]

His phone was on fire. He had just uploaded a throwback video edit of his stay in Chile on Vine and Facebook, and his ample amount of followers were blasting his notifications with comments and likes. Trying to keep up with it, Simon walked slowly as he exited the subway, browsing his phone and skimming through the comments section. So much so that he had bumped into someone else and dropped his phone. “Shit, shit,” he cursed under his breath as he reached for his phone to check for any damages. Only after he made sure that there were no major scratches did he notice that he had knocked down someone to the ground. “Oh my god,” he exclaimed as he helped the woman up. “Lady, you were the one who on the ground, are you okay?”

[estee-winters]

An awkward laugh bubbled from her lips as she allowed him to help her up off the ground. “I’m fine,” she grinned at the man who seemed oddly familiar for some reason. “I’m sorry, I really should have looked where I was walking. Is your phone alright though? God, I do hope I didn’t break it or anything. Seems like you were working on something important.”

[sylviarodak-rp]

“Dude, I’ll totally be your wing man. I mean sure, but if you decide to do that sometime, you know the whole half naked on a wrecking ball thing, I’d be happy to video tape it for ya. You’d become youtube famous overnight! I have one already, It’s in white ink though so most people cant see it. I want my moms initials in a heart on my foot. something simple. So I’m taking that as a yes. “

Originally posted by prettylittleliarsfans-a

[estee-winters]

“Technically, you’d be my wing woman. Instead of talking me out of social suicide, you're encouraging it? I’m reconsidering our friendship right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up on some strange fetish porn site to be honest. You do? I can’t believe I didn’t know this. Where is it? That’s so cute and it’s such a great thing to do for your mom. I love my mom, but I don’t need to have a reminder of her on my skin when she’s already blowing up my phone every few hours. Simple is good, I like simple. Take it how you want, but I’ll never let you in on my little secret.”

[sylviarodak-rp]

“Very true, I can imagine you’re better all around than miley cyrus. Though, she is one to break the mold. I have lots of jars! I have a tattoo jar, a new lense jar, a binge on make up jar and now a strip club jar. Hey, my bed would be even better with you in it” She said with a wink before laughing “I’m kidding, or am I?”

Originally posted by darkcrownbitches

[estee-winters]

“Right? You can advocate on my behalf and help convince one of the Hemsworth brothers to marry me. Hey, I can totally break the mold. I don’t need to swing half naked on a wrecking ball to do it. A tattoo jar? Did you have something in mind already for a tattoo? I don’t think I could settle on one image or quote long enough to get a tattoo. I’ll probably get it and then change my mind two days later. Sylv, you can’t say stuff like that! You’re making me blush now. Yep, I totally need to fan myself right now because I’m blushing.”

[sylviarodak-rp]

“I don’t know, his face and the fact he’s been with Miley cyrus doesn’t sell me. I can save all my dollar bills from tips for the week in a “strip club fund” jar! Oh my god that was one time! One time!”

Originally posted by and-let-the-crazinessbeginrp-ads

[estee-winters]

“You’re right, him being paired with Miley is a huge turn off. You can’t blame the guy though; it’s only because he has yet to meet a classy woman like me. I’ll blow his mind,” she laughed jokingly. “You’re truly one of a kind, Sylv. People set up a tips fund for many things but it’s the first time I’ve heard of one being set up for the strip club. I’m going to hold that one time against you forever. Your bed has got nothing on me.”