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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 23, 2007 20:48:05 GMT -5
"Well show me." she laughed.
He stood and pushed her backwards onto the bed. "I don't think I can. It is against school rules. He laughed climbing ontop of her with a knee in between her knees. He leaned into kiss her when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Olaf asked.
"It's M."
"Just a second." Olaf stalled. there was a shuffle and Esme got into the closet he hid her shoes and any other Esme looking things.
Then he was free to open the door. "Yes?" he asked.
"This is very important O. It concerns your relationship with a student."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Esme."
"Well feel like you may be treating her a bit too harshly. Cruel to be kind is one thing but you seem to be giving a lot but then yelling a lot. Some students are concerned."
Olaf sighed in releif.
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Post by Jenny on May 24, 2007 11:23:07 GMT -5
He ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to be deeply concerned about the situation, but then he suddenly thought of something. A pang of fear ran through him like a bullet.
'Which students in particular are concerned?' he asked.
'Well, that's hardly important.'
'It is,' he insisted.
'Well, I was approached by Kit Snicket earlier, who worried you might be being too harsh on her. They stay very close by each other, as you know, and Kit said she was concerned that Esme hadn't arrived for her last research lesson today, and Beatrice related to me that she'd been very upset after arriving back after it had ended. Do you have any idea where she was?'
Olaf had to think quick. He didn't want to get her into any trouble, but saying they were together was hardly a very good plan.
'She was....in detention,' he decided. 'With me. For her attitude and lack of respect in rehearsals recently.'
'Could this explain why she was so upset?'
'It's unlikely,' Olaf shrugged. 'I didn't say anything out of the ordinary.'
'That's what worries me most,' M frowned. 'Neither of us know what this kid really thinks. Every harsh comment you're making could be upsetting her more....Kit did say she had been worrying a lot about her recently.'
'I'll talk to her,' Olaf tried to convince him. Hearing her referred to as a kid had struck another note with him. The whole age difference thing was really getting them today.
'No, that's not a very good way of going about things. She'll deny you're upsetting her. Just be a bit nicer to her for a while. I respect your experience and techniques as a teacher but I feel that a few compliments here and there wouldn't go amiss.'
'Alright,' Olaf agreed. He shut the door a little too soon, and Esme burst out of the closet.to hug him dramatically. He went cold and sat down.
'Kit,' he repeated.
'What? Kit told him?' she hadn't heard much about it through the closet.
'About me being too harsh on you, yes. What's she doing? She knows very well being harsh on you is...not my aim.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 24, 2007 15:48:18 GMT -5
"I think that's the best way to get you in trouble without hurting me at all." Esme reasoned.
"Oh...you're right! She's out to get me. Not you." Olaf said sitting on the edge of his bed. She sat next to him. Close enough that their legs were touching and she rubbed his back.
"We're fine though. Usually we are safe. We don't go around kissing in the open." Esme thought out loud.
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Post by Jenny on May 24, 2007 16:00:28 GMT -5
'Sometimes I wish we could,' she added quietly. He looked back at her with a faint smile.
'She must like you, Esmé,' he said, looking at the door as if he expected someone like M to burst in.
'Of course she likes me. Everyone likes me.'
He laughed. 'Yes. Of course.'
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Post by freeeagle on May 24, 2007 16:12:52 GMT -5
((Ugh. Writers block!))
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 25, 2007 16:07:56 GMT -5
Olaf rubbed her arm gently. "Esme, you are remarkable."
"Well gee. Thanks. You're swell." Esme said.
"No more plays set in the twenties for you. The slang is terrible."
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Post by Jenny on May 25, 2007 16:41:20 GMT -5
She pouted. 'I want that play we're supposed to ne rehearsing to be set in the twenties. I love the twenties.'
'You weren't alive in the twenties. Even I wasn't alive in the twenties.'
'That doesn't make any difference,' she said.
Olaf picked up a few sheets of paper that lay in between them. He sighed.
'Jacques Snicket might be good at codes but he certainly should stay out of my theatre class.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 25, 2007 19:50:16 GMT -5
Olaf smiled at her. "Well no one can be as good as you. you're the bee's knees. The Cats Pajamas ...all that Jazz." Olaf threw as many twenties phrases at her as possible.
"Okay I get it." Esme giggled.
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Post by Jenny on May 26, 2007 2:49:37 GMT -5
She rolled away and checked her watch. 'I'd better be going. I don't want anyone to see me sneaking back to my room at this time, though....'
He was torn between 'stay' and offering her his black coat.. Before he could, though, she had opened the door and was peering out.
'There's noone there. They won't catch me.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 26, 2007 9:26:36 GMT -5
Olaf grabbed her from behind. "I'll catch you." he grinned, closing the door with his other hand. "Tomorrow is the weekend. No school to get up for. Stay with me. I don't think I want to see you go." He whispered into her ear. He kissed her neck. She melted onto him.
"Okay." she breathed. She loved his attention, it was like a drug.
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Post by Jenny on May 26, 2007 11:04:41 GMT -5
(Firefly, post when you get over it. You can skip to when they come back to school the next day and see Lemony-poo if that makes things easier. =) Meanwhile I'll play Olaf for a while.)
(Also, I'm going to skip to the next morning. I want her to see Kit! *clash*)
They didn't wake up until just before midday on Saturday, both curled uncomfortably into one corner of the bed.
'I love this matress,' she said as he started to pester her to get up. He always had things to do, places to be.
'Come on. You have to go explain to the nerds you live with about where you were last night.'
'I can't say I was in detention all night,' she grinned at the thought of Beatrice's face if that was what she did say.
He smiled. 'Please don't,' he laughed. She was back in her blue dress now, tying her hair into a beatifully curled bun at the back of her head.
'I'll say something about being with someone else,' she grinned mischevously.
'Don't do that!'
'What else am I going to say? That I was walking all night? I don't think so. And not like this.' she motioned to her outfit.
Grudgingly he agreed to her idea. She skipped off after a quick kiss to her room, meeting Beatrice and Lemony on the way.
Beatrice put her hands on her hips. 'You didn't answer me all night when I called you. I was almost going to break the door.'
'I wasn't in, Bea,' Esmé laughed, nodding at Lemony curtly to acknowledge his presence.
'....Then where were you?'
Esmé thought for a moment. She wanted something Beatrice would never be able to find a flaw in. She had seen Beatrice and Jerome together through tears earlier that day. She smiled.
'With Jerome.'
Beatrice opened her mouth top say that she had been with Jerome, but closed it promptly afterwards. Unless Beatrice wanted to admit it infront of Lemony she would say nothing.
As predicted, she just nodded and walked past. She heard Esmé make a comment about who, really was the airhead, before she too walked on and back to her room.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 26, 2007 20:45:05 GMT -5
Esme closed her bedroom door and in the privacy of her own space, spun in a circle and had a fit of happy giggles on her bed. She loved nights like that. She took off the blue dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Olaf had left bruises on her waist were his finger tips grabbed on a little too hard.
She also had marks on her neck. She headed to their shower.
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 8:53:27 GMT -5
Leafing through papers on his desk, Olaf took away three files, clutching them to his chest and giving away the importance. He was grateful Esme hadn't read any more than the map when she discovered them.
He'd thought of telling her before then, admitting his ambitions and offering to include her in the plans, but it was too much of a risk. For one thing, she was too young to understand why he would want to destroy the organisation, and for another she would be bound to find out about her parents involvement if she did choose to help him. And, of course-- she had friends, ties to the organisation in Beatrice, Kit, her acting friends and others. She would never be able to fully leave taht side if the schism occured. She would always have disloyal tendencies if she tried.
He tried never to lie to her about it. He had always said that not saying something wasn't lieing, it was just keeping things to yourself.
People were starting to guess his intentions, though. Some teachers around him had started to persuade students not to take his class, had tried to find a replacement for him so that they would be safe. Issues were raely talked of around him anymore.
Telling Esme might have been a wise move. At the moment she trusted him-- well, almost-- and perhaps if he thought up a really persuasive argument she would be on board.
He decided that telling her could have more benefits than downsides. And he knew that if she threatened to tell anyone about him he could always stop her. Then he really would have to start being too harsh on her.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on May 27, 2007 11:42:46 GMT -5
Esme was just getting into a clean pair of jeans and a pink camisole when there was a knock at her door. Olaf was there, clutching the folders she had discovered yestarday. "Hi." she said, leaning on the door, her hair still damp.
"Hello. Can we talk? Is anyone here?" he asked, peering in around her.
"No, Kit has bookclub, and Bea must have a date. Why?" she asked, as he walked past her and into the room. He looked around curiously. It was clear it was a girl's room.
It was the first time he'd been in there, the living room had one t.v and one couch, different coloured throw pillows stood out, every girl had a different favorite colour. There was one bathroom and two bedrooms. Olaf could see the two neatly made single beds in the one room, the books scatter over the floor, and the clothes layers all over the other room.
"Well... I have something to tell you." He said.
Esme showed him to ehr room, so that they could close the door and no one would know he was there is they came home.
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Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 12:57:48 GMT -5
She closed the door, leaning against it, and he sat down at a small desk of hers, fiddling nervously with the files. It wasn't like him to be nervous, not at all....
'What's wrong?' she was instantly worried. Her blonde curls were frizzing because she hadn't bothered to dry them properly. She looked the epitomy of cute as she came to sit near to him on the edge of her bed.
He passed her the files. 'Read them. Now, before you ask, it's all my idea. I don't work for anyone.'
Esme was lost in the first file now. Distantly she heard the front door close. Someone was home.
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