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Post by Jenny on Apr 28, 2007 15:55:11 GMT -5
Olaf sat up, obviously very worried. For once, it was her job to calm him. She knelt up in front of him and smiled lightly.
'Come on,' she said after a moment, standing up after he did and trying to slip her hand into his. 'We weren't doing anything that implied anything. Well say I fell over.'
He laughed. 'Yes, I would really be holding you down by your arms if you had fallen over. That's believable.' he said sarcastically.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Apr 28, 2007 17:57:33 GMT -5
"We'll say she saw something and overreacted. Over active imagination." Esme smiled.
He grinned at her. "Conniving little girl."
She laughed. He reached for her and she slid away. And that action repeated itself until they were playing a game of cat mouse all around the room.
Esme ran her fingers flew as she wretched open the stage door and ran onstage. She climbed up a ladder and hid in the stage left wings.
He followed at a walking pace letting her fret herself into breathing heavy and giving herself away. As he spotted her it gave her enough time to climb up another ladder and into the fly area.
Hot in pursuit Olaf ran after her having to climb up both ladders quickly in order to keep up with the girl, who was running across the plank bridges that were the cat walks across the stage.
The chase put him into kind of a frenzy and he finally reached her just as she was making her way across the stage. It was dark and she screamed as he grabbed her from behind, causing them to tumble into a pile center stage.
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Post by Jenny on Apr 29, 2007 9:46:17 GMT -5
After she calmed down a little he smiled, still holding her down.
'Does this beat math?' he asked. He couldn't see all of her properly but he could see her eyes glowing up at him even in the dark.
She sighed as if bored. 'Only just,' she said, and then squealed as he started to tickle her again.
He stopped. 'Kit won't even have to tell if you keep screaming,' he laughed. 'I bet the people in codes can hear you even.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Apr 29, 2007 10:58:48 GMT -5
"It's your fault." she blamed.
"I can't help it if I make you scream." This caused her to giggle.
His hand trailed up her leg but she screamed in protest as he tickled the inside of her thigh. He clamped a hand over her mouth. "Don't make me get out the tape."
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Post by Jenny on Apr 29, 2007 11:10:50 GMT -5
She was laughing behind his hand as he attempted to pick her up and carry her somewhere with only his other arm. He gave up after a minute of her laughing at him nad settled back down with one hand still over her mouth. He sat beside her, resting one hand on the floor before gradually removing his other hand from her mouth.
'What did you tell that boy the other day? The one in the theatre?' he asked as she sat up, folding her legs over one another.
'That's the same one. Jerome,' she pointed out. 'And I told him we were rehearsing. This year we have to do a play that involves you taking off one of my socks.'
He laughed. 'I'll work on that.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Apr 29, 2007 15:07:12 GMT -5
"I'll stub my toe or something." Esme offered.
"Wonderful. Genius. A drama involving a stubbed toe. That will sell out." Olaf joked.
"Well you come up with something better." Challenged Esme.
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Post by Jenny on Apr 29, 2007 15:47:00 GMT -5
He pushed her. 'I will,' he promised. 'Just....not now...'
She laughed and pushed him back. All too soon another bell went and they were both disappointed until they realized she was in theatre class next too. She grinned and sat down in the middle seat before most of the class arrived. Olaf did several comical stunts to amuse her on the stage before others started arriving. She hoped none of the sweater vest nerds would decide to sit next to her.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Apr 30, 2007 16:15:09 GMT -5
Most days the theatre class just sat with chair s on the stage so there was plent of space to do sktis and it was big and empty so you could always hear the teacher.
"Esme could you please get the attendance list from my office?" he aksed.
"Why me?" she asked.
"Do it." he ordered. He was mean sometimes. Perhaps to throw off suspision.
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Post by Jenny on May 1, 2007 14:04:28 GMT -5
She slid off to his room, clomping in her high heeled shoes comically for a laugh in front of the rest of the class. Olaf pushed her in the right direction. She loved getting the attention, he hated her stealing the spotlight.
All she saw when she went in was huge piles of papers. She rolled her eyes and started searching through to find the list he wanted.
She didn't mean to read what he was writing, but while she was unturning all the papers she found a big map and various tunnels drawn. She studied it for a while. There were all sorts of recogniseable labells on them, "Squalor", "Baudelaire", "Snicket".....He had timetables written for---
--That couldn't have meant what she thought it meant, surely? And the matches suggested something else, perhaps? She sat down in his chair with the papers in front of her, serching through the file they'd come from. She had only one thing in mind, what with the crossed out lot with her family name written across it. Was this how she ended up on her own?
'What are you doing?' Olaf asked from the doorway, snatching the maps away from her
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 3, 2007 19:53:39 GMT -5
"Looking for your list." Esme answered honestly.
"Well it's right on top." he informed pulling a piece of pulling paper off a stack.
"Oh."
"Don't be noesy, next time, dear. Or else." he threated, he was close to her face, hands on her shoulders.
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Post by Jenny on May 4, 2007 14:58:16 GMT -5
She stood up and brushed past without making eye contact, ahead of him and seated by the time he arrived back to the class, list in hand.
She payed absolutely no attention, and gave the wrong answer whenever he asked her anything. On her way out, he took her arm and steered her out of the way of the rest of the crowd.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 5, 2007 19:09:04 GMT -5
"Are you pouting because I was mad at you, or are you just being a pain in the ass?" Olaf asked.
"No, you made me mad, yelling at me like that. And sending me to do it in the first place." she didn't add that she was suspicious because in all truth she knew she couldn't stay mad at him for it.
"Loose the attitude, or I'm never getting you out of a class again." Olaf warned.
"Who wants to get out of class? It's not just me you know. I'm pretty sure you enjoy my company too." she retorted.
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Post by Jenny on May 6, 2007 7:53:00 GMT -5
He backed off quicker than she would because he knew that she could keep this up all day if he was agreeing to play the game.
'Alright,' he held up the palms of his hands like a white flag for surrender. 'Sorry,' he tried to sound as sincere as possible, but she had been grating on his nerves recently and it didn't work as well as he'd hoped it would. She folded her arms unhappily.
'Don't you think people would guess it,' he said, referring to something slightly more than the average student-teacher friendship. 'If I was nicer to you than everyone else?'
'That's no excuse to be worse to me than everyone else,' she complained. 'And I'd bore you if I didn't have an attitude. If you minus the disobedience, what else would you like me for?'
It was rhetorical, and it was just as well because he didn't know exactly how he would have answered her. He passed her her bag as she scuffed her shoes against the floor. She turned right back into the little girl on the street if you let her, sometimes.
'Have a nice lunch,' he said, making it as clear as day wihout a word that today he wouldn't be joining her.
She nodded slightly, rolled her skirt down a little by the hem and took off. As usual, she blamed Kit.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 6, 2007 19:20:53 GMT -5
She left the room thinking how mad she was at him for not join her for lunch after all that. she sulked in the cafeteria with the drama club. She picked at ehr noodles, not liking how soggy they were.
"What's wrong?" asked someone from behind her. she turned to see Jerome. She groaned.
"Nothing. Leave me alone." he sat next to her now that most of the drama club had run off to paint sets.
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Post by Jenny on May 7, 2007 10:31:34 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at his optimistic smile. He wasn't as close as she would have liked someone she was fond of to be, but far too close for a sweater vest nerd. There was a certain line you just didn't cross as a sweater vest nerd. He was hovering over it dangerously.
'You're looking miserable,' he said, offering her a slice of cake on a tray. She shook her head after a small hesitation. She didn't like to consume that many calories in one sitting.
He shrugged, and she noticed that now they were sitting together the rest of the drama club had cleared away. She groaned again as Kit sat down opposite them with Geraldine, both with many books under each arm.
'What's up with you?' Kit was the first to pick up on it when Esme galred daggers at her over the table, raising an eyebrow back as if she was threatening her.
Esme sat up straight all of a sudden. She wouldn't! Would she?
'Nothing.....' Esme said unconvincingly. 'I'm just feeling...a little ill.'
It was lame and obviously a lie but Kit already knew it would be and Geraldine and Jerome were too gullible to suspect anything.
'Your hair looks lovely today,' Geraldine commented, a lock of her own hair between her fingers. 'I was thinking of bleaching mine. I'm not sure brown suits me at all....'
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