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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 15, 2006 18:16:29 GMT -5
L. for Leonardo Snicket. he is sixteen and, following the death of his father, Jacques Snicket, has committed himself to aiding V.F.D. in however way he can.
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L. walked into the Hotel Denouement. The lobby was full of people. People who could be volunteers or villains. I go up to one of the managers. Frank or Ernest looked at me, and said. “I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion, Leonardo Snicket.” How did he know my name? I wondered as he led me to a room. “Here is a room in which you will retrieve the key to a place of limitless information, Snicket.” L. then replied, “The world is quiet here.” “So it is you? Good, let's get out of here." he said, as he led me out of the lobby and out onto the grass lawn. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "I am doing this because," he said unfathomably, "there is the sugar bowl, and it's in the pond. Get back in the hotel and find the passageway to my underwater catalog. Yes," he added in response to my shocked face. "I am Dewey Denoument. The Baudelaire orphans are here, too. You are the only one who can help them, L. Take this piece of paper, good luck." And even as L. went running back into the Hotel Denouement, there was a taxi arriving to the hotel that was transporting Count Olaf. Dewey saw this and slinked back into the hotel. Count Olaf sneered triumphantly as he neared the entrance of the hotel.
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 16, 2006 20:41:43 GMT -5
F took the message from G and stuffed it under the sofa cushion. She grabbed a copy of Green Mansions from her book bag and placed on top of the cushion. "She ought to recognize this book, Iit should signal to her that something is concealed in this area." Between pages 13 and 14 she placed a note which read:
Please return this book to me after you have looked for the secrets that lie under it's surface. Be warned that the sofa has very uncomfortable cushions. - From a concerened library visitor
"Come on!" she said to G, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the library. "How will we get to the forest?" F asked G.
"Well, we could probably catch a taxi."
F signalled for a taxi, and after a couple failed attempts, a driver pulled over. "To the forest please."
"Sure thing little lady." replied the driver, speeding off madly towards the forest.
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Post by laret on Oct 17, 2006 7:42:15 GMT -5
"if there is one thing i have remembered from my limited training its never take a taxi" whispered G "any evil person my drive a taxi and collect any good and noble person so when i say open the door and climb out hopefully there is a bus that could take us near enought to walk it."
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"now" G whispered the two volenteers jumped out of the taxi at the red light
"ah ha" said the driver "I have you two vollenteers now" but when he turned round they were gone he then cursed words which i shall not repeat.
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 17, 2006 15:55:42 GMT -5
F looked around. They were on Awful Avenue, a block from the Gloomy Grove. "If we run, we can make it to the forest without being caught." F said, her voice barely more than a whisper. Without another word, they began to sprint towards the woods.They soon reached the edge of the dark copse of trees. A narrow path wound its way into the heart of the forest. "Do you know the way from here?" F asked G.
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Post by laret on Oct 18, 2006 4:49:17 GMT -5
“we have to find the Foul Footpath and walk as far down it as we can” said G. the two volenteers walked until they reached the end of the path “there” said G pointing to a small shack off the path
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Post by edgar on Oct 18, 2006 15:27:59 GMT -5
A had his information and was now making for the forest, where supposedly his associates F and G were.
He ran down the sidewalks of Awful Avenue, but quickly found his way off of it as he heard a taxi driver, presumably a villain as no noble or well read person would ever say such things.
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 18, 2006 15:56:49 GMT -5
F stopped and stared. The blue-eyed boy who had been watching her in the cafe was standing at the door, talking to a figure F could not make out. F felt fear run through her. Was this just a coincidence, or was he following her? The boy turned around as F stepped on a twig. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he asked.
"We came here to see a volunteer who lives here. We've all uncovered part of a mystery but none of us knows the full story. Like the poem by John Godfrey Saxe." said G before F could answer.
"So oft in theologic wars, The disputants, I ween, Rail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean, And prate about an Elephant Not one of them has seen!" said the wild-haired boy. "It's called Blind Men and the Elephant. You know of V.F.D. as well? It's a pleasure to meet to other volunteers."
Volunteers. F savoured the word. She liked the sound of it, almost as much as a comfortable library chair or staying up late finishing a good book.
"So, shall we come inside?" said the figure stepping out from the shadows.A short young girl with a sketchbook in her hand stood i front of them waiting impatiently.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 18, 2006 17:44:52 GMT -5
L. ran back into the lobby of the huge Hotel Denouement, waiting for the Baudelaires to appear. He saw Count Olaf walk in to the hotel with a triumphant stride. L. waited around a little bit longer. Then he saw them. The three concierges were rushing back to their desk, and were beginning to relax as L. strode towards them. I breathed in and said:
So oft in theologic wars The disputants I ween Rail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean And prate about an elephant Not one of them has seen!
The Baudelaires gasped. “John Godfrey Saxe," said the short concierge, who was Sunny Baudelaire. "Baudelaires," L. said. "You're in danger. Count Olaf is here. Dewey Denouement told me to lead you to his underwater catalog. Dewey has cataloged all of the wrongs Olaf and other villainous people in the world have committed. He is a sub-sub-librarian." "Alright," said Violet. "We'll go with you. Where is it?" "Follow me," L. said as he lead the siblings to the basement.
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Post by woefulcambria on Oct 18, 2006 21:04:01 GMT -5
V was quite surprised to find other volunteers come to him, having found one other in the shack. He was slightly shaken to find he was being followed in the first place, and felt an empty fear - as he always did when it came to this, remembering his strange first encounter with a slightly content worry - settle in his stomach as he followed the others into the shack.
It looked derelict on the outside but was slightly plush and rather tasteful within. V was reminded again of the first definite encounter, the promise that, although evil may triumph from time to time, there is always one last safe place somewhere. He sat upon a small pouf, looking at the other volunteers.
"Alright," he began nervously after a few silent moments. "So, I'm V, and I'm fifteen. I've known about the organization since about my tenth year on this earth, and I've been hiding in libraries ever since." Alarmed by his sudden trust, he closed his mouth, looking to the others again. He hoped he was right abou t his one: his experiances always showed not to trust too fully.
"So... Who are all of you? How did you find out? I personally was followed for a while before -... before someone pulled me aside and sent me on my way with some research." V swallowed hard. What if these were villians?! He had almost revealed his strange friend's hideout -- or, at least, his aquaintance's old apartment, which had long been abandoned. Still, there were always clues.
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Post by laret on Oct 19, 2006 12:20:23 GMT -5
G sensed the unease in his voice " dont worry, we're no villans. Im G, im also 15 i've known about the organisation since i was 9 but only because i was taken by my ankles from my home. im now looking for K, J and L snicket who are my cosins... i think, i found their initials on a battered family tree."said G. "ive been in this city for a year or so, but with only rumours, until i finally met F" pointing at F
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 19, 2006 15:23:22 GMT -5
"I'm F. When I was very young, I was put into an orphanage. I ran away at twelve and ducked into a library. I found thirteen dusty books on a high shelf, where I found out a lot about V.F.D. and my own link to the organization." said F. "I'm pretty sure my uncle was in the organization, and I've been trying to find him for the two years I've been on my own. I'm fourteen now."
The quiet volunteer was the only one who hadn't shared her story. "Don't worry," F said "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to. Some things are just too painful. mybe we should start by telling each other what we know about V.F.D."
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Post by woefulcambria on Oct 20, 2006 20:41:52 GMT -5
V nodded. "Ah, I see." He thought again to the original meeting, the first one, and swallowed hard. "I-I... I, um, see." An uneasy silence passed as he decided whether or not to speak about the first encounter. Deciding to wait it out, he bit his lip, looking around. Standing, V frowned. "We have to find them, then!"
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 20, 2006 22:00:55 GMT -5
"From what I know, there aren't many volunteers left. Many of them are dead or have defected. The remaining members should be found."
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 21, 2006 11:27:52 GMT -5
I walked with the Baudelaires toward the basement. "Who are you?" asked Violet. "I am L. Snicket," L. said. "Are you Lemony Snicket?" Klaus said. "I read about him in the newspaper once, and it said he was the brother of Jacques Snicket. We met Jacques before he was murdered by Count Olaf." "No, I am not my uncle. I am Leonardo Snicket, the son of Jacques Snicket," I answered. We continued to where the laundary room was, and had solved the code of the Vernacularly Fastened Door. Dewey had given him a slip of paper with the phrases on it. They entered the room and saw many washing machines and dryers. There was a bottle of highly flammable bleach, and a few dirty towels. I opened the first dryer and found a key inside. "This is not the key to Dewey's underground catalog. I was lead here by Ernest Denouement. I can tell who they are even if they are triplets. Don't worry," he added, seeing the looks plastered on their faces, "I have a plan to get us out of here. If we tie together the towels, we'll make a rope, and if we make a rope, we will throw it up the laundary chute and into the hands of a friend of mine who knows the whereabouts of the real sugar bowl."
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Post by laret on Oct 22, 2006 16:11:46 GMT -5
"ive heard mentions of "T" near a butterfly house and a "S" near a whale emporium... both sound quiet dubious"said G evaluating himself as he spoke
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