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Post by Jenny on Nov 22, 2006 15:30:41 GMT -5
'I'm not totally sure about this 'In and Out' phase you're going through, Esmé,' Olaf said, wrinkling his nose and observing several anorexic presenters prance around and preach about the importance of wearing the right clothes. He made her sound like some thirteen year-old-- going through a 'tomboy stage' or something that she would grow out of. Little did he know how serious this obsession would become later in her life.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 22, 2006 15:39:55 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah. Hush" Esme shushed. she liked this, it was somthing to do with her spare time. He dosent share a lot of his plans so it was one thing E could do by herself while he was busy.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 22, 2006 16:47:17 GMT -5
He shook his head, exasperated. He headed out into the kitchen to make some us of his small amounts of food supplies. She hadn't eaten much tonight, and he could certainly manage something else.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 22, 2006 21:33:49 GMT -5
"What are you making?" she called from the living room as the commercials came on. Esme climbed off the couch and joined him in the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around his waist he stood at the counter chopping.
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 22, 2006 21:58:40 GMT -5
After they left the restaurant, Beatrice drove them both to the elegant Veritable French Diner. Having inherited her parents fortune only three months ago, Beatrice was still a bit reckless with her spending.
The atmosphere of the fancy diner was much different than the Rauld. A large window made up one entire wall and was covered with a pale blue, translucent set of curtains; a chandelier lit the room from over their heads; instead of a candle holder in the middle of the table, there was a sugar bowl, where volunteers could conceal a number of items; the tables were covered with a beautiful, blue tablecloth that was made from the exact same material as the curtains. It was a beautiful place.
Lemony pulled out her chair for her, and Beatrice sat down. He pulled out a rather rumpled red rose from his jacket. "Sorry," he said "it must have gotten squashed when I fell."
"It's beautiful." Beatrice said.
A young waitress passed them their menus, and they carefully contemplated what to order.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 23, 2006 15:22:13 GMT -5
'Just a salad. We haven't got much in. You can go shopping for me tomorrow.' he said, not leaving the matter open for discussion. He grabbed a bowl-- tossing a few of the messily and quickly prepared vegetables (whether they were safe to eat or not he had no idea) into it. She seemed appreciative of the effort, though in no absolute hurry to eat anything he set in front of her.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 23, 2006 18:39:38 GMT -5
She kissed the back of his neck and then got salad dressing out of the fridge and forks out of the drawer. "So you want me to buy veggies and diet soda?" she joked leaving it open ended for any comments about chick food.
"I'm just kidding. I'll get you roast beef and wine..." Esme reassured.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 24, 2006 15:41:26 GMT -5
'Yeah, you'd better,' he joked in reply, elbowing her in the ribs playfully. He grabbed the bowl and snatched the dressing from his girlfriend, adding it to the salad. He carried it into the living room as her strange TV show came back on.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 24, 2006 16:32:41 GMT -5
Esme jumped on the couch and reached into the bowl with her fork. Munching happily on the salad she laid her head on his shoulder while watching the T.V show.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 24, 2006 16:43:29 GMT -5
Olaf sat still, and she fidgeted, watching the show of bright colours and strange outfits intently as if it was more important than the reports she undoubtedly had to look through at some point for her clients (least of which the King of Arizona-- a pseudonym for 'I'm taking the day off') or anything else she had to think about, like the Snickets or Beatrice.
She did this a lot now, it seemed. Shut herself off, and focused on material posessions and money and desire for everything for a while.
It didn't make any difference to him, he reasoned. She was more useful if she could think about money and not let feelings get in the way. It just wasn't the Esmé he had been generally used to, and it made a difference to have her think about designer handbags rather than love or something she had to be involved in.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 24, 2006 16:56:54 GMT -5
Esme laid her head on Olaf's lap during the commercial. "So is all the drama of tonight behind us?" she asked. Esme who was still completely unaware of her missing hand bag with her cell phone bill in it.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 24, 2006 18:10:24 GMT -5
(Yes, thanks for reminding me about that.)
Olaf glanced over at her bag, then at her eyes. By the look in them, no matter what he said the matter would never be fully resolved. She still wanted Jacques in a way he atill wanted Kit-- a way that didn't eat away at everything, but chewed in the corner of things and waited fort a desperte moment to really start showing itself.
And, without being hypocritical, he couldn't blame her for that.
'Yes,' he said, patting her head in an odd way, a half-affectionate gesture. 'I trust you.'
He broke away from her and stood, stretching, meaning to grab her bag, but she watched him like a hawk until he left the room. All the tricks he'd pulled over the years kpt her permenantly on her toes.
He gave up, snatching the bag from the floor and running to his tower room.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 25, 2006 11:12:53 GMT -5
Esme watched him the room and, leaning from the couch she saw him pick up her hand bag. then he left toward the tower. (Okay quick switch then. Change the apartment to the house. It's okay it works this way too.)
It didn't click into her mind right away until she thought of her cell phone. AND her cell phone bill her entire call history lay on it. There was also a note from Jacques. Esme ran up the stairs after him. She was going to catch him before he got to it. He had barley gotten into the tower room when she jumped on him. Olaf fell backward onto the couch and she landed on top of him. they struggled for the bag. "It's mine, and nothing inside of it is any of your business!" Esme yelled among-st the struggle.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 25, 2006 11:21:30 GMT -5
(Sorry!)
She pinned him down and grabbed her bag, smoothing back her messed up hair. 'Fine!' he said, angrily. He stood, walking around her and watching her bury some things in her pockets from her bag--crumpled bits of paper. She threw the bag back at him.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 25, 2006 12:06:55 GMT -5
"Now you can invade my privacy if you wish." she yelled and turn her back on him to leave his forbidden room but he was on her quickly. Before she would stop him she was pulled back into the room and the things were taken from her pockets, her dress being ripped in the process but it wouldn't be the first item of clothing Olaf had torn.
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