i see your true colors.

esther lee. seventeen. junior.

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riverariley:

Leading the way to the art room, Riley put her hands in her pockets as she thought about it. “Mmm,” she chewed on her lip, not entirely sure about what she wanted Esther to do; she wouldn’t want to make her do anything UNCOMFORTABLE. “What-um, d-do you have any s-special abilities o-or s-something?  C-can y-you maybe d-do handstands o-or stuff like th-that…??”

“Hmm, special abilities,” she said as she looks to the ceiling, searching for answers. “I can’t do handstands, but I can try a few ballet moves.” Esther used to take ballet classes. It was one of the only things that she enjoyed back then. “I can split.”

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wclfscng:

    he blinks, not entirely sure what gum is and why it can’t be pulled on, but he takes her word for it, even if her tone is harsher than what’s comfortable. “sorry,” he mumbles, offering a small shrug. “don’t–don’t know how to deal… with that. never had it.” the stickiest thing he’s had in his hair is sap, but that seems to be much easier to get rid of than gum.

“Nah, it’s fine. Sorry for my tone earlier,” she shrugged. “You don’t know how to deal it? No offense, but I should go ask someone else then. Do you also want to know how to remove it if I finally find out how to?”

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riverariley:

“Cool, uh, th-this way,” she grinned, waving the girl over so she would step beside Riley.  She discreetly looked at the other once more, still quite BAFFLED by her assurance. “W-what um, what c-class a-are you s-skipping?”

“At this point I don’t even know what I’m skipping,” she said as she walks beside the girl. “It’s like the third subject for today. Maybe history?” she ruffled her hair in confusion. “Nevermind, that’s not important. What’s important is what am I modeling for? Do you mind telling me now? But later’s fine, I’m not rushed at all.”

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kaiminjae:

Min Jae rolled his eyes as the girl kept on talking, and so was caught off guard by her sudden ATTACK.  He caught himself before he slid face-first on the floor, suddenly wobbly knees and weakened arm supporting his body while he doubled over in PAIN and clutched his stomach. “Fuck,” he managed, coughing up blood on the tiled concrete. “Fuck.  That… that was GREAT.”

Esther was gonna ask if he’s okay, but it seemed like he liked it? She scrapped the thought of asking. “Years of secretly taking self-defense classes is not a waste, then,” she grinned. “Now onto the serious part: do I have to take you to the clinic or something? You don’t look fine but you look like you’re enjoying this so much. Is this a kink or what?”

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hiddenrafaela:

Sitting in the classroom where the self-defense course would be held, along with where the sign ups currently sat, Rafaela looked up suddenly as the door opened. “Yes, can I help you?” She made herself known in case it was somebody wished to do harm to her.

“Yes. I want to sign up for the self-defense class. Are you the teacher?” she said as she approached the other. “I’m Esther, a junior here.”

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lydiaasher:

“I-I, um, I made cupcakes. D-Do you, um, d-d-do you want o-one?” She smiles and that’s progress, but she’s still not quite herself yet and her stammer is worse than ever. But still, she wants to regain some semblance of normalcy, if she could even have that at Plath, and cooking makes her feel better, even when she doesn’t eat.

“As long it’s not drugged,” she said as she took one. “Nah, just kidding. I’d eat it even if it’s drugged,” she giggled. “Thank you. You’re Lydia, right? I’ve heard you from people. You seem nice.”

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mikkueen:

“Have you seen the house down Davidson’s street? People call it the local Amityville House and there will be a marathon of horror movies. I have two tickets, but even if I wanted, I can’t go out with another me. So… wanna come?”

“I never heard of both the house and street. Oh, the perks of staying with the best family ever,” she said sarcastically. “I’m bored anyways, so I’m in! Just tell me that there are no gore movies. I hate them,” she said, pretending like she’s puking.

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reversecxpid:

“People need to stop using UGG boots as if it was a sexual kink”

@estherslee

“What’s wrong with those boots? They’re cute though?”

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henrychauveau:

“I might look that way, but trust me – the Peter Pan cut made my egg shaped head come out,” she grinned. “But it definitely looks cute on some women.” She looked up at the gum in her hair. “Well Esther, do you want to ask some science person if they know how to salvage your hair, or should I just get the scissors?”

“I’m imagining it right now, but you still look good in it? Very boyish, but cool,” she said, going in full-compliment mode. “Hmm, I much prefer a science person to salvage my hair but if I can’t find any of them, I’ll ask you to cut my hair. With style.”

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riverariley:

“Y-you sure?” She looked at the girl with UNCERTAINTY; she still never got why a lot of people liked skipping class, especially when it did no good to their grades and Good Conduct records in Plath. “S-so um, n-now…?”

“I’m hundred-percent sure, actually. I can just catch up and ask for notes later,” she said, assuring the other. Esther likes to skip class only because she prefers to study by herself, not with the teachers. “Sure thing.”

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kaiminjae:

“You’re not?  Not even when I kept calling you LAME??” He dragged out his words purposely, perhaps to get out the reaction he wanted. “Come on, then.  Give me your best shot.”

“Yeah, I’m very pissed when you said that,” she said sarcastically. “No, okay? I’m too nice to be pissed about useless stuff like that. Just drains my energy,” Esther sighed. “But fine. Here I go.” Esther swung her fist around a little bit before hitting the other in his stomach pretty hard.

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riverariley:

“Oh, y-you don’t have t-to be, i-i-it’s just… um,” she tucked a pieced of her hair behind her, taking a deep breath to stop herself from rambling. “What um, what time are you av-vailable?”

“I don’t have to be? That’s great to hear,” she widened her eyes. “I’m available any time you need me to, even during class hours. A good reason to skip class is always welcome.”

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kaiminjae:

“Uhh, yeah, I’m okay,” he said incredulously, eyebrows furrowing at her concern. “Exactly why I should get HURT. I’m okay, when I clearly not supposed to be.”  He cleared his throat so as to not let his emotions get ahead of him. “Come on.  I’m sure you’re PISSED at me.”

“I- I’m not pissed at you?” Esther’s so flustered with his words. "Look, I still feel sorry for what happened a few minutes ago, and now you want me to be pissed at you, and want me to hurt you? Nonsense. But if you still insist, I have no choice other than doing what you asked me to.”

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missmercyjames:

“Maybe blame it on growing up in a crazy commune filled with nutjobs that weren’t exactly into social media.” Not a kind description of the people there, but she always tended towards the dramatic. “What effort? You still haven’t given me a real solution.”

“That’s... horrible,” she gasped. “I’m sorry of what I said. I, uh, suddenly feel like I’m not supposed to say that.” Esther was half shocked, half sorry. Shocked that people still live in extreme ways, and sorry that she had to live through that. “Firstly, I’m not experienced in this ‘going rogue’ thing, but I suddenly have another idea: live in the countryside. Alone. Just you, no one else.”

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clarisaacosta:

“That’s what you get when you shove the worst of the worst into a place and lock the doors.” She was guilty, one of the worst, but she wasn’t as horrific as she’d been when she arrived. “You-Know-Who? This isn’t fucking Harry Potter. The Creeper is a freak, but he goes after people that stand out. Either people everyone likes that make good victims or people who are dangerous to him.”

“Well, if that’s literally done then a mass murder will definitely happen,” she shivered. The thought of it made her stop eating. “Is, uh, is calling that person The Creeper fine? It just felt like he’s everywhere and ready to put a target above my head or something like that if he hears me say those two words. Is it even a he?”

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henrychauveau:

“Oh is there?” She sounded surprised. “I’ve never heard of it then. Could have definitely saved me some horrible haircuts when I was little,” she giggled. “Oh I’m Henry! What’s your name?”

“I suppose there is one, if not a few. I’m not really certain though,” she smiled. “It really could’ve, but I believe those horrible haircuts don’t look horrible. You seem like the type that looks good with everything,” Esther said while scanning the other from head to toe. “I’m Esther, nice to meet you Henry.”

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scarletknott:

“That’s very kind of you, Esther, and New York really isn’t that cool. It’s dirty, people smell terrible, the pizza is overrated and Starbucks take FOREVER with their drinks because the line goes out the door. Terrible,” She blew a strand of chestnut hair from her eyes, “So you ran away and they put you here, is that right? Well, why don’t you run away from here now?”

“Really? But New York’s still cool to me. It’s just, cool. With no reason,” she grinned. Well, living in New York was one of her dreams when she was little, although many people are jealous that she lives in San Francisco. “You’re half-right. I’m the person that puts myself here, not my parents, and possibly the first decision that I did totally by myself.”