Second little lie ♰ I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

[beingdifferent]

[The first thing the feed catches is a head full of unkempt black hair. The camera shakes as the girl it belongs to pulls back, pretty face marred by an ugly expression. Her lips are thinned and drawn downward, her narrowed eyes burning with a mad light. Everything from her neck down is wrapped in the sterile white of a straightjacket. She's hissing under her breath before growling a phrase in a foreign language -- Estonian to be precise. Those who speak it would catch what it means: "So afraid of a little girl!"

After screaming out her accusation she breathes hard, collecting her breath, before leveling another withering glare at the communicator and switching to English.]

Let me out.

[OOC: Esther is 16, just the same size as she is normally but physically looks like a teenager since she's not in disguise. She's also currently on loan from the Saarne Institute, and will become very unpleasant if she's let out of her straightjacket.]

Comments

[beingdifferent]

What's wrong with you?

[jumpeduplittleshit]

I'm not the one in a straightjacket.

Christ, how old are you? [Because this is very weird.]

[beingdifferent]

Old enough to know how useless you are.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Yeah, okay.

Says the eight-year-old in a straightjacket.

[beingdifferent]

I am not eight! [She thrashes her arms inside the sleeves, getting nowhere but leaning in closer to the communicator with a snarl.]

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Probably should have answered when I asked, then.

How did you even turn that on?

[beingdifferent]

[By hitting it with her face until it turned on.]

Fuck you.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[Well that seems painful.]

No thanks, I them older just fine.

[beingdifferent]

I'm sure. Virgin.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[He just laughs at that; it's been almost half a year since he was booted from Eton for the affair.]

Sure you even know what that word means?

[beingdifferent]

Since before you knew you were one.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

I doubt that. You can try that on someone else, maybe they'll even be insulted.

[beingdifferent]

Who are you?

[jumpeduplittleshit]

James Bond.

Who are you?

[beingdifferent]

[Such an easy name to remember. There's a pause as she catches her tongue before it can even start to form the first letter of her name, and she smiles.]

Esther.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[She's got a creepy smile, he thinks, and he doesn't like it. But she's got a fucking straightjacket, so why should that surprise him?]

Are you going to tell me why you're in that?

[beingdifferent]

Slitting the throats of arrogant bullies.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

See if I help you, bitch.

[beingdifferent]

You never intended to anyway.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Might've, if you asked nicely.

[beingdifferent]

Liar! You wanted to laugh at the poor sick girl in the hospital, didn't you?

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Jesus, I would have been nice if you weren't completely mental!

[beingdifferent]

Yes, because you ask stupid questions!

[It doesn't make her look any saner but she wrenches her arms from side to side, grunting as she fights for freedom and ultimately pauses for breath again, hair hanging in her face.]

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[He outright rolls his eyes at that, makes a show of it, because she is totally freaking him out.]

Uh-huh. You're not doing yourself any favors, you know.

[beingdifferent]

If you won't help, don't talk!