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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 10, 2011 11:28:24 GMT -5
Oh, my, but that was powerful!
I always love stories that show the reader what's going on in the minds of the characters, and you've definitely fulfilled my cravings for that. Bertrand's emotions absolutely radiate here, making the reader feel truly sorry him. His decision to keep the truth from Beatrice in order to protect her is very admirable. It's one of the things which separates him from the jealous husband he was at the start of the story, and makes us see that he is every bit Olaf's victim as Lemony and Beatrice are.
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The latest installment is on the previous page, everyone!
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Post by Leanora Crowe on Nov 24, 2011 21:32:09 GMT -5
Olaf frowned as he tossed the papers into the trunk of his car. VFD’s secrets weren’t as interesting as he had expected. Actually, the last meeting had only included discussion of things he knew already. He would have to get Bertrand to bring him the notes from the next few meetings as well if he wanted to learn anything important.
Oh well. It wasn’t like that was what he had Bertrand around for anyway. He was just training him for bigger jobs later on. Once Bertrand was used to bringing him the notes from the VFD meetings, Olaf would make him do more important jobs. But he had to get past the guilt first.
Olaf hadn’t heard from Bertrand in nearly a week, and he was beginning to worry that Bertrand had chickened out already. But he knew he would never do that, not with Beatrice’s life in danger. If anything happened to Beatrice, it would mean the end of Bertrand’s good reputation. Olaf and everyone else knew that Beatrice was the only thing that kept most people talking to Bertrand.
When Olaf pulled into the driveway of the Baudelaire mansion, he was surprised to find the place deserted. Their car was gone, and there were no lights on inside or out-even the night light was out. When Olaf checked their mailbox, he found nothing there, either. He wondered if they had gone on vacation.
He waited for nearly an hour, and there was still no sign of life. He decided the only thing to do was go home and try again tomorrow.
He went through this routine three days in a row, and there was still no sign of the Baudelaires. He would never have admitted it, but this worried him. He needed to know the whereabouts of his accomplices/associates at all times to protect himself and his secrets. He could think of only one solution: he would have to talk to Lemony Snicket.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 26, 2011 17:50:47 GMT -5
You've done an exceptional job delving into Olaf's mind and showing exactly how paranoid an individual he is. I found it humorous that his initial thought was to assume Beatrice and Bertrand had gone on vacation, but that's only further proof of how much Olaf trusts Bertrand. The fact that Olaf is planning to speak to Lemony has me a bit worried. While L will be given the chance to rat out a man he is jealous of, doing so will mean putting the woman he loves in simultaneous danger. What a terrible choice our dear L will soon be faced with!
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Post by Leanora Crowe on Apr 9, 2012 14:46:37 GMT -5
Kit sat on a large rock, staring out at the ocean and mumbling to herself. “Pull yourself together, Kit,” she murmured, her eyes full of tears, “You have work to do.” She sat thinking, thinking about everything.
She looked down at the beautiful ring on her finger - at the R emblazoned in it. Lemony had given the ring to her only days before she left. “I’d like you to take this, Kit,” he had said. Her puzzled look implored him to explain. “The Duchess gave it to me several years ago. She told me to give it to the woman I loved. Well, I tried that.” His voice quivered a bit, but he did not cry. “The woman I loved gave it back to me. She told me to save it so I could give it to another woman someday. I suppose she thought I would love again,” his eyes glazed over, “as she did.” That was all he said, and then he left.
As Kit stared down at the ring, she wondered what she would do with it. Her love had gone away as well. She had no one to give it to. “Oh, stop crying. You’re acting like a child,” she hissed, “It was naïve to think you really had a chance with him anyway. Stop wallow-” she was cut off in the middle of lecturing herself by a loud clap of thunder. Startled, she jumped up from the rock and hurried inside. She peered into the periscope that hung from the ceiling to see how close the storm was.
What she saw startled her even more than the thunder: apparently, the storm had already passed. She decided she must have been so caught up in her pity party that she was completely unaware of its passing. The thunder must have been at the end of the storm.
She was just about to step away from the periscope when she saw a movement on the beach. Looking more closely, she realized that a small boat had crashed onto the shore. Kit watched it closely for a sign of life. In just a moment, she could make out a man climbing out of the wreckage. He began to frantically push debris out of the way, and Kit knew he must be trying to find someone. She ran outside and quickly climbed over the rocks, hoping to get to the beach in time to help the man. She stumbled once and twisted her ankle, but she hurried on as fast as she could.
When she finally made it to the beach, she was shocked to find it completely deserted. Even the wreckage was gone. She sat down in the sand to rest her ankle, her eyes once again filling with tears. As she again stared down at the ring with the R, she wondered if she was going mad.
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