Birds with Broken Wings Pt. 1: Esme

[the_queen_bees]

((Bendy timed, because... real life, you know? Right before Esme takes the Magneto train...))Esme turned the bracelet over in her hand, running her fingers over the pink engraving on the cold, hard metal. 'Sophie.' Pain wasn't fading, no matter how you looked at it. She had a suitcase packed and it sat next to her as she stared out over the

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[lil_hellion]

"Going somewhere, babe?"

He knew she hated the name, which is why he gave it to her.

He knew she wanted to be alone, but he was still going to bother.

Because he knew she wanted to leave, and he wasn't about to let her.

[the_queen_bees]

Esme didn't even turn around. She had known he was around, but hadn't known where he was. Apparently part of her psychic flashburn was a total lack of filter. It was painful.

She hid the bracelet in a pocket, "Maybe I am," she said. "Which, by the way, you don't have to like."

[lil_hellion]

"Maybe you're not." Especially if she was going where he thought she was going.

[the_queen_bees]

"Don't start, Julian," Esme said tiredly, "Just don't." He could come back when a little sister had been ripped away from his fold.

Later..

[x_factorial]

Someone else is seeking Esme - doesn't take too long to find her, with certain telepathic aid.

"Got a second, kiddo?"

Re: Later..

[the_queen_bees]

"No," Esme said. It had taken enough to get away from Julian, and she wasn't even sure she had managed that. This was just an extra annoyance, "I do not have a second and I am not a kiddo."

Re: Later..

[x_factorial]

He walks up anyway, ignoring the negative response.

"Well, I call you kiddo because I have a few years on you, and I'm not really sure if it's 'Ez-May' or 'Ez-Meh', and I really didn't care to embarrass myself with the mistake."

Jamie smiles a little at the joke, but quickly puts back on his serious face.

"We need to talk."

Re: Later..

[the_queen_bees]

"No, we don't. We don't need to discuss anything with you," she said coldly. She was heading towards the kitchen. Before she went anywhere, she needed some aspirin and some water. This headache was killing her.

[newfiemolotov]

Sal's not looking for Esme. In fact, putting a decent amount of distance between herself and the Cuckoo sisters was taking up most of her time. At least the time that wasn't spent calling her friends in Port aux Basques and telling them that she'd only be on the island for a few days before she went somewhere else.

Sal is, however, chain-smoking on the porch outside the cafeteria, mulling over the plans that, unbeknownst to her, give her a commonality with at least one of the people she's not looking for.

It wouldn't really be that hard to read.

[the_queen_bees]

Esme picked it up from a mile away. It went off like a light bulb in her head. The stereotypical portrayal of an idea suddenly, and almost divinely received.

She didn't like Sal. But she didn't like anyone. And this was a way out that would slip right under the fence.

Quietly, she stepped out on the porch.

"You're taking me with you," she said simply.

Not 'us.' 'Me.'

[newfiemolotov]

"Give me one good reason why I should," Sal said, her icy tone unmistakeable. That Esme knew exactly what was on her mind was no longer a huge surprise. It was more of a general annoyance. Like having a mosquito in your bedroom that kept buzzing in your ear. "After all, ye might find yerself with another death to pin on me."

Low blow? Oh yes it was, and Sal knew it.

"I ain't comin' back anytime soon," she continued. "So if you bitch out on the whole thing, gettin' a ride back here's your responsibility."

[the_queen_bees]

"I won't be coming back either," Esme said, coldly. "If the cards are played correctly, there will be no more deaths to of anyone I care about to pin on you. Besides, it was the Professor's fault anyway."

There, she said it.