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Post by Shelly on Dec 12, 2005 18:47:12 GMT -5
Violet scoffs at Nero
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Dec 30, 2005 16:32:30 GMT -5
I would like to join as my own character, Claire de Cerises. Is that alright? Or does it have to be a character from the book?
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Dec 30, 2005 19:37:08 GMT -5
Yeah, I suppopse. anyone who has a problem speak now.)
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Post by twistedbrain on Dec 30, 2005 19:43:39 GMT -5
I'll be Captain Widdershins, if that's okay.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Dec 30, 2005 20:37:56 GMT -5
Claire de Cerises walked into the dark room containing the volunteers and the villains. She had traveled a long way to get to the meeting place, and she was exhausted. She was a tall, skinny girl with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore a black and crimson dress that came to her knees, and she wore her hair in a ponytail with a scarlet ribbon. She had lost her sisters on the journey, and was hoping that they would catch up to her at the meeting place. But no such luck, since when she arrived her two sisters were no where to be found. She sighed and walked forward toward the table, hoping that her sisters were only late.
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Post by twistedbrain on Dec 30, 2005 20:44:55 GMT -5
"Aye! What's going on? Aye! First I am taken away from the Queequeg by a mysterious woman, then I get an invite saying RSVP? That would be hesitating! Aye! He or she who hesitates is lost! Aye!" Captain Widdershins announced himself and his personal philosophy to the room.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Dec 30, 2005 20:54:28 GMT -5
Claire turned around to see Captain Widdershins. She glanced behind him to see if anyone else had joined him, but saw no one. Disappointed, she turned back around to face the table.
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Post by lauren on Dec 30, 2005 21:08:00 GMT -5
Nero stares at Claire and then in a rather rude tone of voice he asks "Who are you!?"
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Dec 30, 2005 21:32:00 GMT -5
Claire turned around to face Nero and replied, "I'm Claire." As Nero glared at her, she took a look around the room. It was a small room that had white walls faded yellow by age and lack of decent light. The ceiling was similar to the ones found at a dentist's, a "popcorn" ceiling with the occasional moldy spots. In the center of the room was a long table with several tall chairs on either side of it.
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Post by twistedbrain on Dec 30, 2005 23:48:12 GMT -5
"Aye! Let's get started! Aye! No hesitation! Aye! That's my personal philosophy!" Widdershins encouraged.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Dec 31, 2005 9:49:56 GMT -5
Esme was silently dozeing at the end of the table. She had her head in her handand her eyes closed with exhaustion.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Dec 31, 2005 14:36:45 GMT -5
"We're getting started?," Claire asked. She glanced back at the blood red door with the V.F.D insignia. "Aren't more people coming?"
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Post by twistedbrain on Dec 31, 2005 15:00:45 GMT -5
"No! Aye! No hesitations! Aye!" Widdershins yelled at her.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Dec 31, 2005 16:54:54 GMT -5
Sadly, she walked over to the left side of the table, sitting next to Violet. " Think optimistically. They'll come... they are just a little late... I hope," she thought to herself.
Her story was an unfortunate one, almost as unfortunate as the Baudelaire's. It all started that one dark and gloomy day at Perilous Park. There they had found about the fire that had killed their parents and destroyed their home. Their guardian became Duke Dante, who was just as villainous as Count Olaf. He attempted to inherit the De Cerises fortune in rubies and garnets, but his plan was foiled by the triplets’ talents.
Claire was the eldest of the triplets and was a very good speller. Whether it was the sesquipedalian antidisestablishmentarianism or the simple difference between there, their, and they’re, she knew the word and definition. Her parents used to call her the “human dictionary” before their untimely deaths.
Victoria was the middle child who was an ornithologist, a term here which means “she could tell the difference between a raven and a crow” which would have been very useful had Victoria been with Claire during her quest for the sugar bowl.
Emily, the youngest of the three, was the poet of the family. Her family and friends had great expectations regarding Emily and her beautiful poetry. She was especially good at hiding secret messages in her poetry for her sisters which she often did for fun before the demise of her parents.
Barely escaping Duke Dante’s clutches, the triplets were transferred to the resident of a third cousin's brother's wife's step-niece's great aunt twice removed named Martha. Their visit was cut short by the reappearance of Duke Dante and his silly disguise as an animal trainer fooled Martha, although the triplets weren’t as gullible. The triplets escaped yet again, with the unfortunate murder of Martha by Duke Dante behind them.
From then on, the triplets traveled from household to household. But then, about a year ago, their situation changed. They arrived at Prufock Preparatory School only a few weeks after the Baudelaires had left. They had found hidden notes from the Quagmires hidden throughout the school that informed them about a secret organization. Through more research, they found out about the villainous Count Olaf and the dreadful series of unfortunate events the Baudelaires had gone through thus far. Determined to solve the mysteries surrounding V.F.D, the fires, the Baudelaires, and the suspicious deaths by fires, the three sisters started their journey.
Their endeavor was filled with various perils and risks which eventually led to the separation of the three sisters. They were stuck in a burning building that had previously been a peanut factory all tied up on the 4th floor. Using Victoria’s ornithology skills, they persuaded a group of crows to bite off the rope they held them captive. The only possible escape was jumping through a window out into a large lake known as Hazy Lake. That was the last time she had seen her sisters. They had jumped out of the building into the foggy night. Claire swam to shore, but the fog made it impossible to see if any of her sisters had also survived the fall. The reappearance of Duke Dante compelled her to move on without her sisters.
She had received the note regarding the V.F.D. meeting hidden in the hardboiled egg she was eating at “Tiffin Time.” Hoping to meet up with her sisters, she sojourned to the meeting place where she now resided. Now her only hope was that her sisters had also received the note regarding the meeting.
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Post by Shelly on Jan 12, 2006 18:11:13 GMT -5
"That's so sad," Violet replied.
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