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Post by CountOlaf on Nov 17, 2003 15:57:48 GMT -5
i'll join
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Luigi
Bewildered Beginner
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Post by Luigi on Nov 17, 2003 15:59:53 GMT -5
I want to join, but I don't know what I;m joining!
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Nov 21, 2003 14:52:26 GMT -5
*nervously raises hand* I'll join.
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Post by lemonysinlaw on Nov 21, 2003 17:03:10 GMT -5
YAY! Note: This is not Snicket's writing style. Mr. Poe picked up one of his three phones. "Hello. Poe here. Of course. Really? I'll--*cough* I'll be right there. Where? All right." He hung up, coughed into his white handkerchief, and walked outside to his car. He drove to 537 Trendarbar Avenue. He knocked nervously on the door, and finally a very tall woman entered. "Hello," she said in a sultry voice. You must be Mr. Poe." "Yes," he replied, "I'm here for the Baudelaire orphans. "Oh yes," she turned. "Please come in. They're in the living room." She held the door open for him, and he found that her house was very nice, and comfortable. She led him into the living room, where there were six people sitting on the couch. Two girls, three boys, and one baby. The eldest girl, out of all of them was holding the baby. They were siblings. The elder one was Violet, the youngest one was Sunny. Their brother was sitting next to them, his name was Klaus. He was 13. If you saw the six people sitting on the couch, you would think they came from three different families, and this was true. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were the ones Mr. Poe was looking for. But next to them were two other people, who looked like twins, which was only half true. They were from the same family, and they were born on the same day, but they had another brother, who the Baudelaires had met, but none of them knew where he was. The sixth boy was the one I think a few of you know, but were not expecting. He looked much younger than any of the people sitting there, except for Sunny of course. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and he was the only person Mr. Poe was not expecting. "Is he an orphan too?" He gestured towards the boy. "Goodness, no," she said, laughing. "He's my son, George." ~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC
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Post by Tyler on Nov 21, 2003 18:43:28 GMT -5
I'll join!
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Post by CountOlaf on Nov 21, 2003 19:16:59 GMT -5
YAY! Note: This is not Snicket's writing style. Mr. Poe picked up one of his three phones. "Hello. Poe here. Of course. Really? I'll--*cough* I'll be right there. Where? All right." He hung up, coughed into his white handkerchief, and walked outside to his car. He drove to 537 Trendarbar Avenue. He knocked nervously on the door, and finally a very tall woman entered. "Hello," she said in a sultry voice. You must be Mr. Poe." "Yes," he replied, "I'm here for the Baudelaire orphans. "Oh yes," she turned. "Please come in. They're in the living room." She held the door open for him, and he found that her house was very nice, and comfortable. She led him into the living room, where there were six people sitting on the couch. Two girls, three boys, and one baby. The eldest girl, out of all of them was holding the baby. They were siblings. The elder one was Violet, the youngest one was Sunny. Their brother was sitting next to them, his name was Klaus. He was 13. If you saw the six people sitting on the couch, you would think they came from three different families, and this was true. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were the ones Mr. Poe was looking for. But next to them were two other people, who looked like twins, which was only half true. They were from the same family, and they were born on the same day, but they had another brother, who the Baudelaires had met, but none of them knew where he was. The sixth boy was the one I think a few of you know, but were not expecting. He looked much younger than any of the people sitting there, except for Sunny of course. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and he was the only person Mr. Poe was not expecting. "Is he an orphan too?" He gestured towards the boy. "Goodness, no," she said, laughing. "He's my son, George." ~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC by the way. my real name is Andy
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Post by lemonysinlaw on Nov 22, 2003 10:50:15 GMT -5
George=Dupin
Suddenly someone came into the room, covering his ears, screaming: "I HATE QUIGLEY! DIE DIE QUIGLEY!!!!!!!! MWHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!! GO DUNCAN! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!" The woman reacted with embarrasment. "That's my nephew. Tyler."
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Nov 22, 2003 15:15:56 GMT -5
Heehee, let's hope my mum doesn't turn out to be evil.
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Post by lemonysinlaw on Nov 22, 2003 17:01:21 GMT -5
Not to be nosey, but do you actually have brown hair/eyes, cuz I didn't know what you looked like, and I just assumed. *shrugs*
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Nov 22, 2003 17:07:47 GMT -5
Lemme join!
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Post by lemonysinlaw on Nov 22, 2003 17:38:24 GMT -5
OK...*thinks of ways to make fun of VioletB*
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Nov 22, 2003 17:57:48 GMT -5
Haha! You can't!
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Post by lemonysinlaw on Nov 22, 2003 17:59:41 GMT -5
I know. *grr*
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Post by CountOlaf on Nov 22, 2003 18:59:29 GMT -5
*thinks of ways that she can make fun of me*
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VioletB too lazy to log in
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Post by VioletB too lazy to log in on Nov 22, 2003 22:07:48 GMT -5
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