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 Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2019 3:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 12:10 pm
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Waking up groggy in last nights clothes, Esme looked down at her crinkled pearl toned mini dress that she had settled on in a moment of confidence. Groaning at the sight, she pulled herself from her silk sheets and carefully peeled the dress from her skin and tossed it into her hamper in hopes that she could go at least the rest of the week before she would have to acknowledge it's existence. Brushing loose strands from her face, the woman moved in a ghostly manner heading straight for the kitchen where she often would mix her potions and the like. Grabbing furiously with squinted eyes, Esme found her way around the messy cabinets packed with herbs and various viles of substances. Everything from wormwood to black volcanic sand. Only setting up what she would need, Esme went to work on one of her well known hangover cures. It was rare that she brewed herself anything, but this morning was an exception to that. She had gone out to Lights Nightclub the previous night and let herself a little too loose. Scrunching up her face, she took a whiff of the current state of her potion only to find that it smelled awful. Grabbing a sprig of lavender for its floral scent and relaxation properties, she carefully held the stock and pulled her hand down it to free the flower buds. Lastly, she chopped up some fresh ginger to help settle her stomach. She hadn't thrown up yet, but at this point that was entirely still in the realm of possibilities.
Grabbing her largest tea mug, she carefully poured some of the contents in and left the rest of the pot on the stove to cool off. Once it was a safe temperature she would bottle up the remainder to give away or to sell. With that, she took to her usual bathing routine. Soaking in a tub filled with rose petals, she did so to absorb the natural fragrance into her skin. She preferred natural options to chemical ones. Sipping at the brew, it wasn't long before she was finally feeling herself again. Her headache had subsided and for the most part her body no longer felt like it had been trying to kill her. Rinsing off after to free the petals from her skin, Esme wrapped herself in her towel and returned to the kitchen to bottle the rest of her potion as planned. It was a nice quiet early afternoon, but in reality it was almost too quiet. It was her weekend off but today she was supposed to be on call. Usually she would have received at least a text update on her patients. Suspicious, she rummaged around her room and the living space, searching behind every pillow. Her phone was nowhere to be seen. Turning her attention to her purse, since it had to be there, she realized that she did not have it at all. "Oh no...." Her voice trailed as she rushed back to her room and dressed herself in a rapid manner.
Within moments, Esme was out the door with the same boots on that she wore last night. She had felt loads better but not yet well enough to drive, and she was missing her keys, so she flagged down a taxi service via a desktop app on her laptop and returned to the scene of the crime. Looking up at the club, she silently cursed under her breath before heading in. Thankfully, it was not open to the public yet so there was no loud music or flashing lights. Maneuvering around until she found an employee at the bar front with a clipboard, she cleared her throat until he broke his attention from it. "Hey, I was here last night and I think I lost my purse? Has anyone turned one in?" With an apathetic expression, he set the clipboard down and spoke in a flat tone. "Well, what does it look like?" Annoyed at his answer, Esme kicked up a leg and slammed her snakeskin boot onto the bar top. "Oh, uhhh. Yeah. Check with security." He stuttered, gesturing in the direction of security. Smiling in a passive aggressive way, she pulled her leg back down and waved him off. "Thanks for the help."
Making her way over to the security area, there was a man sitting with his back turned. Not bothering with introductions, she decided to just dive right in. "Soooo I forgot my purse here and the bartender over there said I left it here. Do you have it? It's snakeskin and matches my boots..." Again, her voice trailed. Shock had spread through her system as she felt herself cemented in place. The security personnel turned around with her purse dangling off his two fingers. She recognized his face almost instantly. "Eric?" Her voice was filled with wonder, but her body was quaking with rage. Snatching her purse back, she opened her mouth to speak but instead, stormed off. Heading outside of the club, daylight hit the anger right out of her. Leaning against the wall, she mulled over her own thoughts. This was how the old her would act. She was no longer a kid. She was a grown adult that needed to work through her feelings and that included hatred. Exhaling deeply, she headed back in and made a beeline for Eric. "I'm sorry. It's been years. We should be able to at least sit down for coffee. My treat?" She offered sheepishly.LOCATION ▬▬ Home>Lights Nightclub 」 xxx COMPANY ▬▬ Eric 」 xxx MOOD ▬▬ A mix of emotions 」 xxx OUTFIT ▬▬ Click!!」 xxx OOC ▬▬ chat 」
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 3:37 pm
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█【 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝: 】Indifferent█【 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲: 】Esmeralda█【 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 】Night Club╞═══════════════════════╡✧╞═══════════════════════╡
tab tab Adjusting his cuffs in the quiet bathroom, another uneventful night at the club. He heard the door open as another security officer came in and made eye contact with him and retreated slowly outside. Watching the man in the reflection of the mirror until he left, other guards kept their distance after they witnessed him in a few brawls. The door slammed shut behind the man as he left, though the sound seemed to almost echo. Becoming distorted as room began almost freeze with a chill, looking down to run the water as he knew what was going to happen. Looking up at his reflection he saw scarred and bloody reflection, stumbling back and rubbing his eyes. Breathing heavy as he returned his gaze to the mirror, nothing out of the ordinary, just his reflection.
tab tab Coming out of the restroom and going to the bar he ordered whiskey on the rocks, his only weapon against his trauma. The bartender was seated at the corner stool sipping on a martini and on his phone, waving over to Eric. "The usual Simon" The bartender nodded and began putting together the drink, sitting down in the center stool. "Isn't it a little early for this chief, I know us veterans need a drink." Wasting no time as the glass hardly spent any time on the bar as he began drinking it and setting it down as the waiter continued. "How about a match of knife game, every soldier played it." His eyes focused on the waiter as the waiter began jabbing the tip of a pocket knife between his fingers slowly, was he serious. Losing interest and moving to get up, the bartender planted the blade pinning his cuff to table. "Don't run away, your turn tough gu"- The knife was against his throat with his fierce expression, setting the blade down between his finger he began playing the knife game on the bartender's hand. The beat was fast of the knife making contact with the table over and over, dancing over his fingers. Though he focus was aimed at the bartender who began to grow pale, to afraid to move his hand in fear of being cut. Next he grabbed Simon by his hair and brought his cheek against the bar with a thud, the knife slamming just before his eyes. "Take care of yourself Simon." Pushing himself from the bar towards the security room.
tab tab Entering the room he flipped a few switches as monitors began to all come to life, taking a seat and running the retrieval program on the small terminal. Leaning back in the chair as it began pulling all the footage of last night onto a usb, sitting straight as he began writing the date and time intervals on a envelope. Hearing her voice his eyes widen, it couldn't be. Standing and pulling a box from a shelf he saw the purse and turned around holding it up in two fingers. Her emerald eyes were iconic and there was no mistaking she was just as breathtaking as he remembered. Before he could respond she snatched the purse and went to speak but cut herself off, he saw the fury in her eyes. Taking a step towards her, "Esme." His blue eyes watched her storm off as he stood there facing the door, looking down he sighed. Then a sound of footsteps marked her approach as he looked up, listening he narrowed his eyes, "Can't have you drinking alone now, please after you." Following her outside he watched as cab had just left, the yellow vehicle growing smaller as it went off in the distance.
tab tab Eric smirked and pressed a button on his key fob and his 1972 Charger sprang to life, the engine demanded attention with its V8 Hemi. Though it would be a little bit nostalgic as they went on plenty of trips back in the day. They had their share of struggles back then but it felt like as long as they were together they could survive whatever came their way. Though that changed when they struggled to stay afloat, the choices made by him cost him a heavy burden. He knew better to not expect a relationship here, he had burned that bridge now he'd continue to fall if he ever crossed it. Walking over and holding the passenger door for her, "Your chariot awaits."
𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫:
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 12:57 pm
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It took a lot out of her to get Esme to head back inside, but it definitely was about time. There was no telling when they would ever cross paths again and if there was any chance at healing for either of them, now was as good of a time as any. Biting lightly at her lower lip, the woman watched closely to study Eric and his reaction to her hot and cold mood. Thankfully, he was more than accommodating and turned to welcome her with a quip of his own. A smile crept over her, nodding a thanks in his direction. Perhaps there was hope after all? Ushering for her to lead them from the nightclub, Esme spun on her heel and headed back into the daylight that spilled over them upon crossing the building's threshold.
Once her eyes adjusted once again to the light, she searched the parking lot for Eric's ride. Surely it would be something flashy, because like her, he enjoyed nice things. To no surprise, up pulled his 72 Charger. Beaming a grin, Esme traced a finger over the hood of the car as she approached the passengers side. "You still have this? You've taken really good care of it!" Truthfully, she missed it. Once upon a time, that car felt like home. Back when she had no roots, and lived on the go. Eric opened the door for her, allowing her to slip inside and seat herself comfortably. "Thank you. I know of a nice little coffee shop just up ahead. Dolche Cafe, do you know the place?" She inquired, just in case he was not familiar with it she could just direct them with no trouble at all. With that, they soon were on their way.LOCATION ▬▬ Lights Nightclub 」 xxx COMPANY ▬▬ Eric 」 xxx MOOD ▬▬ Calm 」 xxx OUTFIT ▬▬ Click!!」 xxx OOC ▬▬ I'll post the pt.2 for her post in the cafe tomorrow! 」
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