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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 11, 2006 15:18:41 GMT -5
Yes there was defiantly planning involved in the burning down of the Baudelaire's house. We can go back to before it happened. For the heck of it let's make E and O innocent. Olaf has places to rob and Esme has a wedding to plan while secretly seeing Olaf. Their busy social schedule keeps them innocent let's see what the Baudelaire's are up to too?
So You can be anyone you wish but so far the taken characters are:
Esme ?(Not married yet)- Hanna Squalor Olaf- Jenny Jacques Snicket- Betrand Baudelairer
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Post by Jenny on Nov 11, 2006 15:27:36 GMT -5
I'll have to be someone, obviously. I dunno who, though. I'm tempted to be someone really obscure like an 'in the shadows' troupe member instead of, like, Klaus. (I'm kidding, I hate him). Or I could just play Olaf again. That could work (but I'm obsessive, say no.)
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 11, 2006 15:29:25 GMT -5
I love that you're obsessive. I love how you play Olaf. I've honest to gosh never seen anyone play him with that sense of character that infailable character trait that keeps him Olaf.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 11, 2006 15:40:00 GMT -5
I'll do that then.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 11, 2006 16:50:19 GMT -5
I’ll be Jacques Snicket.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 13, 2006 16:43:22 GMT -5
You're both spoken for now. We can start if you wish it.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 13, 2006 19:53:31 GMT -5
Alright, I will.
Jacques Snicket walked into the Veritable French Diner and ordered tea with no sugar. Suddenly Jerome Squalor walked into the diner. "Hey, Jacques. How are you?" greeted Jerome. "Everything's fine, Jerome," he answered back to him. A few minutes of silence passed when "Jerome, would you like some tea?" Jacques asked his good friend. "Yes thank you." Jacques walked up to the counter and said to the diner keeper, "Two teas without sugar please," Jacques ordered. "I didn't realize this was a sad occasion." "Oh not now, waiter. It's just a pleasant visit…Wait a second. There is something you can do for me. The world is quiet here." The waiter nodded, and knew exactly what he was talking about, went in the back of the kitchen, and returned to Jacques with a thin book-sized package, large enough to hold a newspaper or a crucial file. He thanked him and went back to his seat, taking the two sugarless teas with him. "What's that?" inquired Jerome. "Oh, it's a package somebody sent for me." And Jacques took a sip of that bitter tea, and wondered what news his brother had for him this time.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 13, 2006 19:58:12 GMT -5
Sixth most important financial adviser. It would look good on a name plate. She was the only young woman working at the office. Esme slammed her car door shut and hoped out happily.
Floating on the cloud that comes with a new raise she climbed the steps to the shoddy apartment that she was sharing with her...well she didn't know what to call him. Significant other, lover, boyfriend, or whatever you called him. "Hey you! I'm home!" she called playfully.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 13, 2006 20:13:44 GMT -5
About an hour after his cup of tea with Jerome, he could be seen sitting in the park, leafing through the newspaper for coded messages from any volunteers. Earlier he had opened the package to find a long letter from Lemony, his brother, that informed him to buy the recent edition of the newspaper in order to receive coded messages from any volunteers. He was leafing through the Poetry Section when he noticed a secret message. Verse Fluctuation Declaration! He grew more anxious as he comprehended the message. And then he understood. His brother had found out something about Bertrand and Beatrice Baudelaire, two longtime friends of Jacques, who had three children. Jacques couldn't recall their names, but he knew their names. He had just forgotten them. Ten minutes later he could be seen leaving the park and hailing a taxi.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 14, 2006 16:11:41 GMT -5
'Evening!' Olaf called, shoving his plans and villainous notes under the desk.
She wasn't such a kid anymore-- he wasn't such a young man, either, but that wasn't important-- and went to work every day. She earned quite a bit now. Enough to mean their only income wasn't his takings from occasional theatre performances, anyway.
'How was work?' he continued, striding off to the front door to meet her.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 14, 2006 16:26:01 GMT -5
"Fabulous!" Esme said kissing him on the cheek and leaving a large rep lip print. she did it as often as she could. It was like marking your territory for girsl...you know..with out the whole pee thing. "I got promoted. You're looking at the new city's sixth most important financial adviser!" she squeaked happily hugging him. Their apartment as pretty good now, no more living in such bad conditions it had solid walls and floors but there were some cracks and the paint was chipping. that and they had neighbors that chopped meat at night.
(My grandparents used to live under people who moved furniture and chopped meat at night!)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 14, 2006 16:33:55 GMT -5
(The pee thing really got me.)
He smiled back at her, wiping off the mark he was sure she'd left jokingly.
'I suppose the walls could use another coat,' he said, kissing her forehead. 'The way your going, we can hire a decorator and save me one more job!'
He supposed a decorater wouldn't be that much of a deal for a lot of people. But they'd lived in poverty for a long time together, and this was all something new to him. Neither of them had been rich since they were children, and Olaf couldn't deny he had missed it.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 14, 2006 16:39:23 GMT -5
"OR... get a new place. Actually which brings me to my next news that reporter returned my letter. That rich man I met in the theater bought that apartment you want. I know this is bad news since you wanted it. But I mean I might be able to get the apartment for you.If you don't mind me dating that guy...Jerome what's his face..." she explained as she get out of her work clothing and put on a more comfortable dress.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 14, 2006 16:44:52 GMT -5
'Don't get too attached,' he joked. 'Who am I kidding? How on Earth could you ever fall for someone else when you have someone as fabulous and handsome as me? Besides, we were never gonna get that money together.'
'Oh, and do I understand by this that you're flouncing off to some posh place and leaving ME here with the chipped walls and the neighbours with the meat?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 14, 2006 16:49:35 GMT -5
"Um...yes but I'll sneak you in on weekends." she offered. she finished taking her hair down and then spread herself out on the couch in the living room. It took a moment to get comfortable over the old springs but it was soon a familiar comfy surface. It was better than the love seat with the whole in the upholstery.
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