Esther Coleman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beingdifferent) wrote2014-05-30 07:55 pm
beingdifferent) wrote2014-05-30 07:55 pm
Seventeenth little lie ♰ I got no one left to mourn for me
[Open spam]
[These last few weeks have been grey and listless for Esther, and today is no different. Still debilitatingly self-conscious, she saves her showers for the strangest possible hours, waking at three A.M. to bathe; she keeps her head down during the dinner shift and follows orders directly; she haunts the art room, both painting pieces (these are skilled, furious, sexual, distinctly adult, with nothing childish at all about them) and playing the piano (she has been perfecting her Rachmaninoff obsessively); and wandering through the gardens or hanging around the door to the CES hoping for access.
She hopes for solitude, but many hopes don't pan out.]
[Private to Lydia]
[After the pairing is announced Esther briefly reviews Lydia's posts to the network and steels herself, slipping back into, if not a childlike role, at least a gentle one. There isn't a real point to denying her age with Lydia, though she still presents herself with an infantile appearance; she knows or she doesn't know, and Esther is not worried about either option. When she contacts her new temporary warden, she's sure to be demure and agreeable, making a neutral observation.]
Your name is Lydia? That's very pretty. I'm Esther; pleased to meet you.
[These last few weeks have been grey and listless for Esther, and today is no different. Still debilitatingly self-conscious, she saves her showers for the strangest possible hours, waking at three A.M. to bathe; she keeps her head down during the dinner shift and follows orders directly; she haunts the art room, both painting pieces (these are skilled, furious, sexual, distinctly adult, with nothing childish at all about them) and playing the piano (she has been perfecting her Rachmaninoff obsessively); and wandering through the gardens or hanging around the door to the CES hoping for access.
She hopes for solitude, but many hopes don't pan out.]
[Private to Lydia]
[After the pairing is announced Esther briefly reviews Lydia's posts to the network and steels herself, slipping back into, if not a childlike role, at least a gentle one. There isn't a real point to denying her age with Lydia, though she still presents herself with an infantile appearance; she knows or she doesn't know, and Esther is not worried about either option. When she contacts her new temporary warden, she's sure to be demure and agreeable, making a neutral observation.]
Your name is Lydia? That's very pretty. I'm Esther; pleased to meet you.
[spam - art room]
[Esther follows Needy's glance to the painting and shakes her head, looking back toward the image.] Don't worry, it's perfectly all right. I have to wait for the paint to dry before adding more detail anyway.
Do you want to work on something together in the meantime? [Needy is, so far, intriguing in that they truly do have something in common. But Esther, as per her usual tactic, is already calculating how she can be made a friend and made useful.] Do you like to draw?
[spam - art room]
[Needy hesitates. There's no reason to be suspicious of Esther, exactly, but then this is a strange place in general. Still, it's not like there's any harm in hanging out?]
I like to draw. It can be relaxing. I'm not very good at it, though.
[spam - art room]
So do I. And don't worry - it doesn't matter whether you're good or bad. This is only for fun.
[spam - art room]
Well if it's only for fun...then sure. Why not?