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Post by Sugary Snicket on May 15, 2006 18:01:49 GMT -5
Sally smiled and hugged the hay-dog. "Squishy! You've returned to me!" She set about playing tea party with the hay-dog.
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 18:23:37 GMT -5
Gauballe smiled and continued thinking out her plan.
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Post by joker on May 15, 2006 20:15:43 GMT -5
OOH! I wanna join! My name shall be Mister George G. Rim Georgson. George sits in his cell, lurking in the small corner. He had a small blue woven hacky sack with orange thread on the top for hair, and white thread for eyes and red thread for the mouth. Bert is his name. George sat and talked to Bert. (George, if you can't tell, is schizophrenic) "We must get out," said George. "No, we can't," said "Bert" in a very squeaky voice. "Yes, we have to. We will dies if we can't." said George. Bert replied 'Yes, but it will kills us by getting away. They will come after us!' George gets up and punches himself. "Bert! GET AWAY FROM ME!" George punches himslef again in the stomach. He falls over onto Bert. "It's okay now Bert, he's gone." George grasps his long hair and pulls locks out. "Aah! Bert! Get a-away! Leave us alone!" George gets up immediatly and is much calmer. 'I-I must have him...I MUST have THE BERT!" "I knows," said George. He sat down again and murmured to Bert.
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 20:23:51 GMT -5
"Gosport...What if we really are crazy?" Gauballe said to her brother. "What do you mean?" "What if this is just an elaborate fantasy? What if no one is after our fortune?" "Hmmm...Maybe...I think that-"
All doubts were for now erased when they saw a young girl get knocked out with a hammer and robbed.
"We have to get out of here." "Soon."
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Post by Shelly on May 15, 2006 21:49:54 GMT -5
Violet looked around nervously.
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 21:58:36 GMT -5
Dr. Ketch smiled and looked up at the adult Violet was with. "Are you turning her in?"
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Post by Shelly on May 15, 2006 22:19:54 GMT -5
Klaus looked at Violet and saw she was looking at someone. He turned his head . . . and gasped.
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 22:26:06 GMT -5
The doctor smiled again, even more sickeningly sweet, and her hand crept toward a straitjacket laying on the table.
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Post by Shelly on May 15, 2006 22:28:23 GMT -5
Klaus looked past the crazy-straitjacket lady to a sight that was even more disgusting - Count Olaf.
"Why hello!" he started to say.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on May 16, 2006 15:46:55 GMT -5
Sally peered out of the bars of her cell. "Look, Squishy! It's a big old person with two kids! They look like they're MY age! *gasp* I wanna be FWIENDS with them!" The kids looked worried for some reason. The elder child was holding a baby. "Look Squishy! It's a baby.... AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.................."
Sally did this for several minutes until someone yelled "SHUT THE F*** UP!"
"Meanie...." Sally said, adding to the frame of her hay-dog in the hopes of making more of a hay-dog-doll.
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Post by joker on May 16, 2006 19:58:31 GMT -5
George murmured to Bert. "There there little one," he says. "It's okay. They'r ethe large one,s like me. No, I'm older." "But they look like your kind." says Bert in his squeaky voice. "They are but not me," says george. "They are you," says Bert. "They are not" says george. "They ARE!" says Bert. George throws Bert and pulls his hair. He runs over to Bert. 'It's okay, It's okay, that nasty one is gone."
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Post by Shelly on May 17, 2006 2:20:59 GMT -5
Violet saw that Klaus saw Olaf. "What are we going to do?" she half whispered, half moaned.
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 17, 2006 2:22:58 GMT -5
"You're going to put on this lovely, warm jacket." Dr, Ketch said, overhearing the conversation. She was holding three straitjackets of the Baudelaires's sizes.
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Post by Shelly on May 17, 2006 2:28:36 GMT -5
Violet narrowed her eyes.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on May 17, 2006 20:25:45 GMT -5
OOC- Is it too late for me to join?
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