Post by esme sterling bates on Dec 30, 2014 20:33:11 GMT -5
ESME S. BATES
TWENTY-SIX - PROFESSIONAL DANCER - CELEBRITY - ANNA KENDRICK
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YOU WALK INTO A BUILDING THAT STOOD TO BE ONE OF THE HIGHEST ALONG BEACH SIDE, THE ASSISTANT SUGGESTS THAT YOU SIT DOWN BECAUSE THE PERSON THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE TALKING TO IS CURRENTLY IN AN UNEXPECTED MEETING. THE MEETING CAN TAKE UP TO SEVERAL MORE MINUTES.
All she could think was how lucky this fellow was that she had learned skilled patience with dancing. How you had to wait for call backs if the director didn't know you or you know, all the practicing. she was a little pissed, but if you didn't know her you wouldn't know her little ticks. how she kept subtly glancing at the watch on her left hand, the light tap of her right pointer finger on the arm rest, the slight sway of her foot. she was well put together though, this man was lucky she worked this into her schedule. she had a five hour practice that morning, six to eleven, then she hit the gym for two hours, working on her stretches, the treadmill, and kickboxing. after a shower, she dried her hair, then skillfully straightened her hair, before she pulled her hair back into a tight ballerina bun. she had a pair of skinny jeans, ballet flats, and a loose blouse that showed off just the right about of cleavage. her makeup was done perfectly, but naturally.
A STRANGE BUZZ RINGS THROUGHOUT THE ROOM, THEN THE ASSISTANT WAVES YOU INTO THE OFFICE. YOU FIND YOURSELF IN AN OFFICE, YET YOU ARE ALONE IN ROOM FOR SEVERAL MORE MINUTES.
esme just kept herself busy, fiddling with her shirt and trying not to lose her cool. her ears rang with the buzzing. she glanced to the assistant and stood up, without a word as she moved from the empty room, to another empty room. she let out a small sigh, she sat herself down, only glancing around when she was sure that no one was around. she waited, her finger tapping again, her foot twitched, and she glanced to her watch again.
FINALLY A MAN WALKS INTO THE ROOM WEARING THE TOP OF THE LINE SUIT, HE HANDS YOU A DRINK ON HIS WAY BY AND IT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE, SUPPOSE THIS IS A PLOY TO GET YOU TO TRUST HIM. "NOW LET'S GET RIGHT TO THE POINT, CONSIDERING THE MEETING WENT ON LONGER THAN NORMAL." HE COMMENTS, WHILE SLIDING INTO HIS SEAT DIRECTLY BEHIND HIS DESK. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS OFFICE SEEMS TO BE IN ORDER, ALMOST TOO PERFECT AND YOU COULD BE STARTING TO WONDER ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS MAN HIDING.
Esme finally heard the door open, she was a little surprised by the drink. she gave him a little look, but why would he do anything to her drink? she took a small sip before holding the glass firmly in her hands. she wasn't entirely worried yet, he was a little suspicious looking, but nothing she couldn't handle. he seemed a little ocd, which everything in place and she didn't mind his go to attitude, she would rather get this over with than dragging it out.
"AH YES, IT WOULD SEEM LIKE THIS MAY BE A WASTE OF TIME, BUT I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK FOR YOUR GENERAL INFORMATION." HE STATES, AS HE OPENS THE FILE THAT HE WAS PREVIOUSLY CARRYING INTO THE ROOM. YOU CAN ALSO NOTICE HOW MANY ACHIEVEMENTS THIS GENTLEMAN HAS BEEN ABLE TO MAKE OF HIS LIFE, MAYBE THERE'S HOPE THAT THIS ISN'T A CRACK TRYING TO STEAL YOUR IDENTITY.
Esme listened to the man as he spoke, hoping it would be easy like this all the way through it. "I'm Esme Sterling Bates... I'm twenty-six, my birthday is in April.. the 18th.. I was born in New York, but my parents moved here when I was twelve." her slender shoulders shrugged slightly. she was pretty sure she answered all of it.
"IT WOULD SEEM LIKE EVERYTHING IS ALL HERE" HE STARTED TO SAY, WHILE LICKING HIS FINGER TO TURN THE PAGE OF THE FOLDER THAT HE WAS FACING. "AND THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS GETTING INTERESTING, HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF OR YOUR LOVE ONES, EVEN?" HE ASKED YOU WITHOUT HESITATION.
"I hope so, unless you know something about myself that I don't." she commented with a charming smile. she didn't expect what he asked next. this was something she had to think about. how would she explain herself. she didn't like talking about herself. not really. "Well, well first off I guess I could call myself dedicated. I've been dancing since I was three. Dancing ballet... I learned other styles, contemporary, ballroom, salsa, tango, and so on.. the only thing I haven't trained for is break dancing but I think I could give it a shot maybe.. if no one was watching me." she said the last comment with a bit of sarcasm. "So I'm dedicated... i can be stubborn, but you have to be, when you're in my line of work. it's cut throat. I'm only twenty-six and some of my fellow dancers think I'm too old to be dancing. I can be sarcastic, not the kind that think it's cool.. but because I'm so used to it I don't even realizing I'm doing it." she thought for a minute. "I know what you're thinking too. she's a dancer, so she must have an eating disorder. that's completely false. i usually get two days off a week, and when I'm not doing other things, I'll usually have the worst food ever, I really enjoy getting hotdogs.. or hamburgers..and Chinese food. And beer! But ahh.. yeah.. I'm a dedicated athlete." she said with a small laugh. "I'm flexible... if that.. counts or you know sparks an interest." she teased. "I like animals... but who doesn't? I don't really enjoy working out, but it's something I need to do and it helps me keep my head clear." She didn't really know what people thought of her. She didn't have that much time for friends. "Well. I know that my fellow dancers hate me. I'm short. and I usually get a lot of stage time, like.. prima ballerina.. I'm the oldest there and I've been dancing longest of the females... and I'm a favorite.. I'm little and weigh nothing, so I'm easy to lift and toss." She shrugged again. "My parents, they're proud of me. maybe not too thrilled that my professional dancing career will be done in a few years, but I can always teach after that... they think I'm a doll. I can do nothing wrong in their eyes, that can get annoying...but they've given me everything to get me to this point in my life... I guess I can live with being perfect in their eyes." she didn't know what else to say. "I don't have friends.. not a lot of them at least.. I'm either practicing or dancing or performing.. or sleeping.. you know the basics.. I know my priorities... I have my dogs though.. I have two great danes..and a little mutt.. I have a soft spot.. but shh don't tell anyone.. It's a funny story how I got the mutt actually.." she paused, realizing this man didn't care. "Never mind.. but.. my dogs.. they love me because I walk them and feed them and spoil them.." she smirked a little before mumbling. "It's a bit depressing that my dogs are my friends."
YOU CAN'T TELL HOW INTENSELY HE IS LISTENING, ONLY TIME CAN TELL OR MAYBE NOT. "YOU ARE CERTAINLY AN INDIVIDUAL OF MANY SIDES." HE COMMENTS, AND HE GLANCED UP FROM THE FOLDER THAT HIS ATTENTION WAS ON DURING MOST OF THE TIME YOU WERE TALKING. "AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR PAST TO THE PRESENT, DON'T LEAVE OUT ANYTHING INTERESTING." HE STATED, WHILE RUBBING THE BACK OF HIS NECK.
Esme wasn't surprised at this next question. But she knew she would disappoint him. "honestly..my life is rather dull, even back when I was little." she said softly. "Actually.. I've been dancing ballet since I was three.." she said softly. "I think it sounds crazy to other people, but all I wanted to be when I was little was a dancer, and my mom didn't stand in my way." she said with a small laugh. she adjusted slightly as she looked at her hands thinking. "I was raised by my single mother... she was a great lady and probably busted her ass more than she needed to just to make sure I could dance at a ridiculously young age." she said softly. "We lived on the outskirts of New York City, in a not so great neighborhood, but she drove me three times a week until I was seven to ballet practices, recitals and so many other things. At eight I moved up to five days a week practice.. my mom at that point told me if i was going to be dancer then i need to do all of it... tap, modern dance, ballroom dancing, all of it... it continued until I was seventeen. I graduated early and was hired temporarily with the NYC dance company.." She continued after a long pause. "My mom was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer when I was eighteen and she fought a long hard battle until I was twenty.." She looked down again as she fidgeted her eyes tearing up a little as she tried to suck it back down. "she died in May.. and.. well.. it's been six years." she let out a small sigh. "I've obviously been hired full time with the company and I won't say I'm the best.. but I guess I'm a "prima", I've been there the longest of the women and I typically get the leading female parts.." her thin shoulders shrugged. "I told you.. my life wasn't that interesting.." she said with a small laugh.
"LOVE HAS BEEN IN THE AIR, AND WHAT ABOUT YOU? HOW IS YOUR LOVE LIFE?" HE ASKED WITH A LIGHT GRIM EXPRESSION, IT'S CLEAR THAT THIS MAN'S LOVE LIFE IS AS DEAD AS IT CAN GET.
She couldn't help but laugh. "Love?" somehow she added a dirty twist to the simple word. She couldn't help but smirk a little. "The most action I get is when I get lifted in a routine.. most of the men I'm around, are either very gay or very into themselves. seriously, they're more into their reflections or how well.. endowed they look in their tights.." she smirked again, though she was being serious. "But seriously.. there is no one.. i travel too much to really get to serious, because well.. no one really enjoys those kind of relationships.."
"HOW WONDERFUL." HE COMMENTS, IT'S WITH A HINT OF SARCASM AND HE FINDS HIMSELF GLANCING AT HIS WATCH,, "IT SEEMS LIKE OUR TIME HAS RUN SHORT." HE STATES.
She didn't appreciate his smart ass, so she couldn't help but add to the last answer. "Of course casual sex is always open." she said with a smirk. he could dish it, but she could dish right back. she was glad that their time was over though, she was tired of talking about herself.
"HAVE A LOVE DAY, GOOD SIR/M'AM." HE SAYS, WHILE YOU FIND YOURSELF RELEASED FROM THE GENTLEMAN'S ATTENTION AND YOU ARE ON YOUR WAY TO GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS.
She didn't say anything, there was nothing left to say. she stood up and walked out of the office, past the assistant and out of the large building. she needed to do some chores before she had to be back at the studio for a rehearsal.
All she could think was how lucky this fellow was that she had learned skilled patience with dancing. How you had to wait for call backs if the director didn't know you or you know, all the practicing. she was a little pissed, but if you didn't know her you wouldn't know her little ticks. how she kept subtly glancing at the watch on her left hand, the light tap of her right pointer finger on the arm rest, the slight sway of her foot. she was well put together though, this man was lucky she worked this into her schedule. she had a five hour practice that morning, six to eleven, then she hit the gym for two hours, working on her stretches, the treadmill, and kickboxing. after a shower, she dried her hair, then skillfully straightened her hair, before she pulled her hair back into a tight ballerina bun. she had a pair of skinny jeans, ballet flats, and a loose blouse that showed off just the right about of cleavage. her makeup was done perfectly, but naturally.
A STRANGE BUZZ RINGS THROUGHOUT THE ROOM, THEN THE ASSISTANT WAVES YOU INTO THE OFFICE. YOU FIND YOURSELF IN AN OFFICE, YET YOU ARE ALONE IN ROOM FOR SEVERAL MORE MINUTES.
esme just kept herself busy, fiddling with her shirt and trying not to lose her cool. her ears rang with the buzzing. she glanced to the assistant and stood up, without a word as she moved from the empty room, to another empty room. she let out a small sigh, she sat herself down, only glancing around when she was sure that no one was around. she waited, her finger tapping again, her foot twitched, and she glanced to her watch again.
FINALLY A MAN WALKS INTO THE ROOM WEARING THE TOP OF THE LINE SUIT, HE HANDS YOU A DRINK ON HIS WAY BY AND IT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE, SUPPOSE THIS IS A PLOY TO GET YOU TO TRUST HIM. "NOW LET'S GET RIGHT TO THE POINT, CONSIDERING THE MEETING WENT ON LONGER THAN NORMAL." HE COMMENTS, WHILE SLIDING INTO HIS SEAT DIRECTLY BEHIND HIS DESK. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS OFFICE SEEMS TO BE IN ORDER, ALMOST TOO PERFECT AND YOU COULD BE STARTING TO WONDER ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS MAN HIDING.
Esme finally heard the door open, she was a little surprised by the drink. she gave him a little look, but why would he do anything to her drink? she took a small sip before holding the glass firmly in her hands. she wasn't entirely worried yet, he was a little suspicious looking, but nothing she couldn't handle. he seemed a little ocd, which everything in place and she didn't mind his go to attitude, she would rather get this over with than dragging it out.
"AH YES, IT WOULD SEEM LIKE THIS MAY BE A WASTE OF TIME, BUT I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK FOR YOUR GENERAL INFORMATION." HE STATES, AS HE OPENS THE FILE THAT HE WAS PREVIOUSLY CARRYING INTO THE ROOM. YOU CAN ALSO NOTICE HOW MANY ACHIEVEMENTS THIS GENTLEMAN HAS BEEN ABLE TO MAKE OF HIS LIFE, MAYBE THERE'S HOPE THAT THIS ISN'T A CRACK TRYING TO STEAL YOUR IDENTITY.
Esme listened to the man as he spoke, hoping it would be easy like this all the way through it. "I'm Esme Sterling Bates... I'm twenty-six, my birthday is in April.. the 18th.. I was born in New York, but my parents moved here when I was twelve." her slender shoulders shrugged slightly. she was pretty sure she answered all of it.
"IT WOULD SEEM LIKE EVERYTHING IS ALL HERE" HE STARTED TO SAY, WHILE LICKING HIS FINGER TO TURN THE PAGE OF THE FOLDER THAT HE WAS FACING. "AND THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS GETTING INTERESTING, HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF OR YOUR LOVE ONES, EVEN?" HE ASKED YOU WITHOUT HESITATION.
"I hope so, unless you know something about myself that I don't." she commented with a charming smile. she didn't expect what he asked next. this was something she had to think about. how would she explain herself. she didn't like talking about herself. not really. "Well, well first off I guess I could call myself dedicated. I've been dancing since I was three. Dancing ballet... I learned other styles, contemporary, ballroom, salsa, tango, and so on.. the only thing I haven't trained for is break dancing but I think I could give it a shot maybe.. if no one was watching me." she said the last comment with a bit of sarcasm. "So I'm dedicated... i can be stubborn, but you have to be, when you're in my line of work. it's cut throat. I'm only twenty-six and some of my fellow dancers think I'm too old to be dancing. I can be sarcastic, not the kind that think it's cool.. but because I'm so used to it I don't even realizing I'm doing it." she thought for a minute. "I know what you're thinking too. she's a dancer, so she must have an eating disorder. that's completely false. i usually get two days off a week, and when I'm not doing other things, I'll usually have the worst food ever, I really enjoy getting hotdogs.. or hamburgers..and Chinese food. And beer! But ahh.. yeah.. I'm a dedicated athlete." she said with a small laugh. "I'm flexible... if that.. counts or you know sparks an interest." she teased. "I like animals... but who doesn't? I don't really enjoy working out, but it's something I need to do and it helps me keep my head clear." She didn't really know what people thought of her. She didn't have that much time for friends. "Well. I know that my fellow dancers hate me. I'm short. and I usually get a lot of stage time, like.. prima ballerina.. I'm the oldest there and I've been dancing longest of the females... and I'm a favorite.. I'm little and weigh nothing, so I'm easy to lift and toss." She shrugged again. "My parents, they're proud of me. maybe not too thrilled that my professional dancing career will be done in a few years, but I can always teach after that... they think I'm a doll. I can do nothing wrong in their eyes, that can get annoying...but they've given me everything to get me to this point in my life... I guess I can live with being perfect in their eyes." she didn't know what else to say. "I don't have friends.. not a lot of them at least.. I'm either practicing or dancing or performing.. or sleeping.. you know the basics.. I know my priorities... I have my dogs though.. I have two great danes..and a little mutt.. I have a soft spot.. but shh don't tell anyone.. It's a funny story how I got the mutt actually.." she paused, realizing this man didn't care. "Never mind.. but.. my dogs.. they love me because I walk them and feed them and spoil them.." she smirked a little before mumbling. "It's a bit depressing that my dogs are my friends."
YOU CAN'T TELL HOW INTENSELY HE IS LISTENING, ONLY TIME CAN TELL OR MAYBE NOT. "YOU ARE CERTAINLY AN INDIVIDUAL OF MANY SIDES." HE COMMENTS, AND HE GLANCED UP FROM THE FOLDER THAT HIS ATTENTION WAS ON DURING MOST OF THE TIME YOU WERE TALKING. "AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR PAST TO THE PRESENT, DON'T LEAVE OUT ANYTHING INTERESTING." HE STATED, WHILE RUBBING THE BACK OF HIS NECK.
Esme wasn't surprised at this next question. But she knew she would disappoint him. "honestly..my life is rather dull, even back when I was little." she said softly. "Actually.. I've been dancing ballet since I was three.." she said softly. "I think it sounds crazy to other people, but all I wanted to be when I was little was a dancer, and my mom didn't stand in my way." she said with a small laugh. she adjusted slightly as she looked at her hands thinking. "I was raised by my single mother... she was a great lady and probably busted her ass more than she needed to just to make sure I could dance at a ridiculously young age." she said softly. "We lived on the outskirts of New York City, in a not so great neighborhood, but she drove me three times a week until I was seven to ballet practices, recitals and so many other things. At eight I moved up to five days a week practice.. my mom at that point told me if i was going to be dancer then i need to do all of it... tap, modern dance, ballroom dancing, all of it... it continued until I was seventeen. I graduated early and was hired temporarily with the NYC dance company.." She continued after a long pause. "My mom was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer when I was eighteen and she fought a long hard battle until I was twenty.." She looked down again as she fidgeted her eyes tearing up a little as she tried to suck it back down. "she died in May.. and.. well.. it's been six years." she let out a small sigh. "I've obviously been hired full time with the company and I won't say I'm the best.. but I guess I'm a "prima", I've been there the longest of the women and I typically get the leading female parts.." her thin shoulders shrugged. "I told you.. my life wasn't that interesting.." she said with a small laugh.
"LOVE HAS BEEN IN THE AIR, AND WHAT ABOUT YOU? HOW IS YOUR LOVE LIFE?" HE ASKED WITH A LIGHT GRIM EXPRESSION, IT'S CLEAR THAT THIS MAN'S LOVE LIFE IS AS DEAD AS IT CAN GET.
She couldn't help but laugh. "Love?" somehow she added a dirty twist to the simple word. She couldn't help but smirk a little. "The most action I get is when I get lifted in a routine.. most of the men I'm around, are either very gay or very into themselves. seriously, they're more into their reflections or how well.. endowed they look in their tights.." she smirked again, though she was being serious. "But seriously.. there is no one.. i travel too much to really get to serious, because well.. no one really enjoys those kind of relationships.."
"HOW WONDERFUL." HE COMMENTS, IT'S WITH A HINT OF SARCASM AND HE FINDS HIMSELF GLANCING AT HIS WATCH,, "IT SEEMS LIKE OUR TIME HAS RUN SHORT." HE STATES.
She didn't appreciate his smart ass, so she couldn't help but add to the last answer. "Of course casual sex is always open." she said with a smirk. he could dish it, but she could dish right back. she was glad that their time was over though, she was tired of talking about herself.
"HAVE A LOVE DAY, GOOD SIR/M'AM." HE SAYS, WHILE YOU FIND YOURSELF RELEASED FROM THE GENTLEMAN'S ATTENTION AND YOU ARE ON YOUR WAY TO GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS.
She didn't say anything, there was nothing left to say. she stood up and walked out of the office, past the assistant and out of the large building. she needed to do some chores before she had to be back at the studio for a rehearsal.
VIRGIL - CENTRAL - NONE YET
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