May 2012
April 2012
Two people? Only two people?! That was just absurd. There were so many people in this school, so many that she was close with, how on earth could he think he could get off with asking for two? Who was Esme to decide the fate of two of her friends? This would not do and was in no way fair. She wasn’t going to me responsible for that choice. But part of her told her that she already was. “Well… Jeff that isn’t really what I was going for. I want to take the place of my friends. Not pick who I want to grant immunity.” Yes, her face was serious, but she showed hints of compassion and kindness, hoping to keep him in a compromising mood.
“Your life isn’t equal to every student in this school, Esme.” Jeff said sternly. He wasn’t mad, but the firmness in his voice was saying she was already pushing her luck. His giving mood was fading fast. “Your life is equal to two people. You have twenty seconds to decide which two people are granted said immunity.” His eyes burned into her skull.
Esme wasn’t going to settle. But in this situation, she needed to take what she was given and run with it; use it for a starting ground. What she really needed was something Jeff wanted and in order to figure that out, she had to stay close and be alert. Now, another, more pressing, problem arose. How was she going to pick two people out of the many she knew? Should she choose those that she knew he had hurt? Or those that had yet to be harmed in hopes of keeping them safe? The main argument in her head was that she had people that she cared a lot about on both sides. Jess, Simon, and Ollie who had been hurt already, JC who was involved with Jeff but had yet to know of his evils, Mike and Nicole both of whom she loved and had been left unharmed, then so many others, like Allen, Matt, Jackie, Lila, Rob and Hotshot that she cared about as well. These people, all of her friends, they were her family at this point. So how do you choose the members of your family that you keep and those that you sacrifice? Even though his tone had turned slightly harsh, hers kept its warmth while on the inside, she was turning cold. “I’m really sorry Jeff, but I have one question. Those that you have already had encounters with, is there possibilities that you will go back to those people?” A part of her was scared that she was doing more harm then good with that question, but she needed to know. She needed some sort of closure for her decision that she knew she would regret later.
Jeff waited five seconds before sighing comically. “Sadly that’s twenty seconds.” Jeff looked at his watch and then to Esme with a cruel smile. “And you picked no one so no amnesty for any of your friends, unless you can hurry up, I’m feeling generous.” He was in no mood to reveal any part of his cunning plans, but in the deeper parts of his mind he asked himself that very question knowing his answer before it escaped his lips. “Every single person in this school is in danger of me picking them for my next victim.” Which was a lie, his next victim, if that was what people were calling them was Bailey Parkinson, he’d decided that once he’d reached the lake. She was going to face a little act Jeff called The Intimidation Game. But he looked at Esme. “Pick now or forever live with your silence.”
“Mike. Mike Potter. Leave him alone.” The words had come out of her mouth before she knew she was thinking them. That left one spot. One person that she could save. Who was vulnerable? More so then the rest? Nicole. It wasn’t so much that her best friend was vulnerable as much as how much Esme cared about her. Then there was also Jess. Esme knew the harm that Jeff had already caused to her, but she had Simon to go through this with. And the last time they had spoke about Jeff, it seemed that she had a plan. But Nicole was barely ever on campus anymore. Was it worth it? No, not necessarily. And Esme could protect Nicole herself if it came to it, not to mention how feisty her friend could be on her own. That left JC and Oliver to really ponder. JC was on the inside, so her concern for his safety was less. Ollie. He was so damaged already. He didn’t need any more. “And Ollie. Oliver. He has seen quite a bit of you lately.”
“Your boyfriend and the little queer prick?” Jeff rolled his eyes with a bored smile. “Okay, your sacrifice.” Thank fuck, he thought, at least she didn’t pick Alessa or Jess… or Bailey. That would have thrown a massive spanner in his works. “Follow me.” Jeff said, rather more politely than anyone would have expected from him. His mood was lighter now, he knew who was off limits, one person he’d had no time with and someone he literally couldn’t care about. Unlike Keira, whom he still loved, and Alessa, whom he still loathed, when it came to Oliver he nothinged him. Unlike what most people think, hate is not the opposite of love. Love and hate as emotions are actually very similar. What Jeff felt towards Oliver was indifference, he simply didn’t care. Jeff lead Esme towards the dorms, towards his dorm, towards the nasty and very much pre-planned suffering that awaited her there in.
Jeff was so calm that it worried her. She would have thought that her granting people immunity would have upset him at least a little. ‘Oh no.’ A chilling thought occurred to her. What if she had chosen wrong? What if he wasn’t going to go after them anyway? Either way, it was over, and if she was had picked poorly, then that was that. Now she had to stay concentrated on what awaited her. She followed Jeff as she was ordered to do, her senses heightening as she walked, the knife in the waist of her pants feeling heavy all a sudden with the realization that she might actually need to use it this time to make sure he didn’t pull any crap over her. If he thought she was just going to stand there and let him have his way with her, then he was very wrong. She was Esme Walden and she didn’t go without a fight.
Look, Link! You’re big now!: Alone With My Guitar? || Open
Matt was bored out of his mind, which was sort of typical for this place. After all, there never seemed to be much to do around here, and people were often so busy. Matt didn’t care really. He had his close friends like Faithe and there was Willa who made this place a lot more bearable, but…
Esme was on her way out when she started to hear the soft sounds of guitar toying. She quickly ran through the people she thought it could be and came up with a very short list. Since she was on her way out anyway, she decided to go toward the sound to discover the source. With the light spanning out from behind her, she was able to make out Matt sitting by a tree relatively close to the dorm. Smile on her face, she walked closer, about to approach him when she saw his expression change from one of concentration to one of puzzlement. “Matt!” she called out in hopes that he would recognize her voice. She didn’t want to startle him. When she got close, she kneeled down in front of him and took a seat. “Whatcha doin?”
Once Matt heard the person speak he quickly recognized the voice as Esme’s. Her voice was pretty familiar to him and he was pretty good at identifying voices anyway. Part of listening to music so often. He was grateful that she had sat down next to him rather than continue to block the light. It had been bouncing off of her funny when she was standing up. “Oh hey Esme. I’m just messing around. I couldn’t find anybody so I figured I’d come out here. I was thinking about writing some lyrics or something ‘cause I was so bored. What are you doing out here?”
Esme noticed the manuscript paper and pencil as he spoke and felt a little foolish. Was she crashing his music writing time? His face didn’t really show any discontempt. Hopefully if she was cramping his flow he would say so. “Oh nice. From the bits I heard, it sounds good. I was just heading out for some air before it got too late. I got bored too.”
Matt stuck the pencil inside the paper and closed the pad. Resting the guitar against his lap, he idly strummed chords softly as he listened to Esme talk. He wasn’t really noticing what he was doing, so he had no idea if it sounded any good. Hopefully it sounded at least decent so he wasn’t killing Esme’s ears with discordant stuff. “I was just messing around. Honestly, I’m glad you came. I don’t know. Sometimes this place seems like a ghost-town.” He laughed a little.
Esme listened to his chord as she finished her sentence. He had a soft tone in his playing; one that showed how relaxed and care-free he was. It was the kind of playing that Esme loved most. The kind where you can learn something about the person playing the instrument, even if they are just messing around. “I know what you mean. Sometimes people get really wrapped up with themselves or a specific group of friends. And all of us like our freedom. It’s one of the things we all have in common as disney spirits.” She noticed that she had started to stare at his fingers strumming. Must have slipped down as she was listening. She snapped her eyes back up to meet his with a smile. “So, I’m glad I found you too.”
Matt had continued to strum the strings gently as he listened to her talk. He found it soothing and seemingly so did she judging by how her gaze had slipped to his fingers. He didn’t mind really. He was totally cool with he watching, especially since he knew that it was kind of cool and maybe a little distracting. As she talked she suddenly snapped her gaze back to his and Matt smiled a little at her. “I totally agree. Hey Esme, it’s okay if you want to watch me play or whatever. I don’t really care. You seem intrigued or something. Do you play?”
Esme felt embarrassment growing on her, seeing that he had noticed the slip in her gaze. She had always thought it rude when she was talking to someone and they were looking somewhere else, distracted. But Matt didn’t seem to think anything of it. He looked more amused then peeved. “Me? Oh no, I don’t. I’ve tried, but nothing has really stuck. I just love hearing and watching other people play. Especially people that have passion in their music.” It was the same thing when Mike had played for her. She loved just watching him and seeing him expression the language of music through his sax.
Hey. I”m Esme.
Well hi Esme! I’m Tarin Potter, it’s a pleasure!
Wait a sec, Potter? Do you happen to be related to Mike?
Two people? Only two people?! That was just absurd. There were so many people in this school, so many that she was close with, how on earth could he think he could get off with asking for two? Who was Esme to decide the fate of two of her friends? This would not do and was in no way fair. She wasn’t going to me responsible for that choice. But part of her told her that she already was. “Well… Jeff that isn’t really what I was going for. I want to take the place of my friends. Not pick who I want to grant immunity.” Yes, her face was serious, but she showed hints of compassion and kindness, hoping to keep him in a compromising mood.
“Your life isn’t equal to every student in this school, Esme.” Jeff said sternly. He wasn’t mad, but the firmness in his voice was saying she was already pushing her luck. His giving mood was fading fast. “Your life is equal to two people. You have twenty seconds to decide which two people are granted said immunity.” His eyes burned into her skull.
Esme wasn’t going to settle. But in this situation, she needed to take what she was given and run with it; use it for a starting ground. What she really needed was something Jeff wanted and in order to figure that out, she had to stay close and be alert. Now, another, more pressing, problem arose. How was she going to pick two people out of the many she knew? Should she choose those that she knew he had hurt? Or those that had yet to be harmed in hopes of keeping them safe? The main argument in her head was that she had people that she cared a lot about on both sides. Jess, Simon, and Ollie who had been hurt already, JC who was involved with Jeff but had yet to know of his evils, Mike and Nicole both of whom she loved and had been left unharmed, then so many others, like Allen, Matt, Jackie, Lila, Rob and Hotshot that she cared about as well. These people, all of her friends, they were her family at this point. So how do you choose the members of your family that you keep and those that you sacrifice? Even though his tone had turned slightly harsh, hers kept its warmth while on the inside, she was turning cold. “I’m really sorry Jeff, but I have one question. Those that you have already had encounters with, is there possibilities that you will go back to those people?” A part of her was scared that she was doing more harm then good with that question, but she needed to know. She needed some sort of closure for her decision that she knew she would regret later.
Jeff waited five seconds before sighing comically. “Sadly that’s twenty seconds.” Jeff looked at his watch and then to Esme with a cruel smile. “And you picked no one so no amnesty for any of your friends, unless you can hurry up, I’m feeling generous.” He was in no mood to reveal any part of his cunning plans, but in the deeper parts of his mind he asked himself that very question knowing his answer before it escaped his lips. “Every single person in this school is in danger of me picking them for my next victim.” Which was a lie, his next victim, if that was what people were calling them was Bailey Parkinson, he’d decided that once he’d reached the lake. She was going to face a little act Jeff called The Intimidation Game. But he looked at Esme. “Pick now or forever live with your silence.”
“Mike. Mike Potter. Leave him alone.” The words had come out of her mouth before she knew she was thinking them. That left one spot. One person that she could save. Who was vulnerable? More so then the rest? Nicole. It wasn’t so much that her best friend was vulnerable as much as how much Esme cared about her. Then there was also Jess. Esme knew the harm that Jeff had already caused to her, but she had Simon to go through this with. And the last time they had spoke about Jeff, it seemed that she had a plan. But Nicole was barely ever on campus anymore. Was it worth it? No, not necessarily. And Esme could protect Nicole herself if it came to it, not to mention how feisty her friend could be on her own. That left JC and Oliver to really ponder. JC was on the inside, so her concern for his safety was less. Ollie. He was so damaged already. He didn’t need any more. “And Ollie. Oliver. He has seen quite a bit of you lately.”
gypsyesmewalden replied to your post:
D: don’t leave me alone in this ghost town bby!!!!
I have to studyyyyyyyyyy XD
ppsssshhhhh studying. You know you love me more
lol but i still need to learn about all the anti-depressant meds, pain, and pain meds
phsyc major?
gypsyesmewalden replied to your post:
D: don’t leave me alone in this ghost town bby!!!!
I have to studyyyyyyyyyy XD
ppsssshhhhh studying. You know you love me more
Even though he’s a right git at times, he’s still pretty cute.
I didn’t know you rode horses! That is so cool!
Yep, grew up on a farm. He was our work horse but I used to ride him when we had free time! How are you Miss Esme? Doing wonderfully, I assume?
That is so cool! I am doing really well Colin, thank you. What about you? How have you been?
Even though he’s a right git at times, he’s still pretty cute.
I didn’t know you rode horses! That is so cool!
Really? Mine too! Aladdin’s my Disney movie, and I guess it makes sense now!
I guess it does! Are you as sassy as Abu?
I can be a bit sassy, especially around my friends. I’m an expert at getting into things I’m not supposed to though.
Oh really? I am looking forward to this. I have a knack for being places I probably shouldn’t be.
Esme, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Abi, I think so too.
Really? Mine too! Aladdin’s my Disney movie, and I guess it makes sense now!
I guess it does! Are you as sassy as Abu?
I can be a bit sassy, especially around my friends. I’m an expert at getting into things I’m not supposed to though.
Oh really? I am looking forward to this. I have a knack for being places I probably shouldn’t be.
abi-montgomery replied to your post: abi-montgomery replied to…
Yes,ma’am.He’sgonnabeonourdashesreallysoonhopefully.It’sgoingtobebeautiful.
lol. Goodbye ovaries
abi-montgomery replied to your post: .
It’sBillyyyy.HisfaceisJoeWalker.HisspiritisgonnabeBullseye.
!!!!! We’re getting a Bullseye!!!!!?!?!??!?!?!?!!!
I don’t know. That’s an interesting theory. Mine’s Abu from Aladdin!
Oh my goodness! He was one of my favorites!
Really? Mine too! Aladdin’s my Disney movie, and I guess it makes sense now!
I guess it does! Are you as sassy as Abu?
