Thread: The Ward... A Victorian RP  (SHARPii & ThomasWaller)

A huff. Nothing more. Nothing else said. Nothing needed but a huff. Thats all she did when it became the fifth institution she was expelled from. She was racking it up but this girl did not seem to care. The way she saw it, the world was her oyster and she couldnt do anything wrong, even if all she seemed to be doing right now was everything wrong. Estella knew she was of high class, she was educated in the best but she had a brilliant mind and a sharp tongue, an even smarter mouth. She was one of those women who did not know her place truly and did not know when to stop talking. It often got her in so much trouble but she never learned. When would she ever truly learn? Her belongings packed, everything already beside her and she waited outside of the place. There were two staff ladies standing beside her to make sure she was indeed picked up. Estella was impeccably dressed. Her blonde curls lay down her back and over her shoulders, a summer hat atop her head in a slanted fashion, hiding a fraction of her face unless she looked up. She had soft pale but milky features, her emerald green eyes shining in the soft sunlight. It wasnt harsh but neither did it look grim. It was a beautiful day but Estella wasnt having it. She wasnt in a very good mood and neither did she really look forward to the visit by Lady Ballantrae. As far as she was concerned, thats who was coming to get her. But lord, the woman took forever. Who did she think she was keeping her waiting? Another huff came from her. The two women beside her didnt say a word, didnt shuffle on their feet but when Estella didnt look, they rolled her eyes. They were happy to be rid of her, especially after the chaos she created. Not her finest hour but it was a beautiful and true masterpiece of the headmistress study after. She couldnt lie. The little darling just smiled at her handiwork. Unfortunately, it was to no avail. One would think she would be cross to be expelled from yet another institution. No, what angered her more was after all that, they still didnt listen to her. She was a very intelligent woman. They strove to make these kinds of girls but they expected them not to speak. She didnt quite get that and expected her voice to be heard, female or not. Apparently they disagreed. Dressed in a lovely blue dress with white trim and design as well as ruffles and a white underskirt, she held a fan in her hand, standing and waiting. She was a beautiful young woman and clearly held her nose high up enough in the air. She was impatient, bold, vengeful and brilliant. She was a mix of many things, a woman of many colors but deep down was a true pure heart. She was just young, mislead and did not know the world in the way she should. How unfortunate. But she didnt realize it. As the time went by, her patience thinned and she was now fuming. She lowered her fan and shook her head. How long did she say she would be? She spat to one of the ladies beside her. I-I do not know. Estella turned away and she huffed, shaking her head. She was frustrated. And in her frustration, her concealed chest rose and fell, the soft milky flesh pushed up in the confines of her corset. She resumed fanning herself too, mostly to calm herself and to breathe. She had a feeling the woman who tied her corset that day tied so tight on purpose. Bitch. She cursed under her breath. The two ladies heard her nonetheless but neither of them said anything. Wisely doing so, of course.