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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 20, 2006 22:20:31 GMT -5
"Still, that is no reason to shoot poison darts at people!" Violet remarked. "You are acting like them by doing so!"
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 20, 2006 22:43:41 GMT -5
Sunny tried hard not to cry as she was forced to rethink her entire opinion of her parents.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 20, 2006 22:43:59 GMT -5
"It was orders. We regret it." Mrs. Baudelaire said, feeling even more ashamed.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 20, 2006 22:46:16 GMT -5
"Story." *We need to hear the whole story now.*
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 20, 2006 23:02:09 GMT -5
Ooc: Twisted, I'm really bad at theorizing and explaining.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 20, 2006 23:03:13 GMT -5
(Oh, okay. We don't we just skip to after you tell the story?)
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 20, 2006 23:11:27 GMT -5
(Okay.)
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 20, 2006 23:12:45 GMT -5
Sunny sat still, her head still reeling from the story her mother had weaved. It was as if a bolt of lightning had come from out of the blue and struck her where she sat.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 21, 2006 0:19:29 GMT -5
Violet felt the same way. Her head was spinning as she was trying to comprehend all that she had learned.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 21, 2006 8:57:15 GMT -5
"Whatnow?" *What do we do now, run?* Sunny asked, trying to compose herself.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 21, 2006 13:53:12 GMT -5
Violet had seen a different side of her mother. Still in shock, she wondered what they would do now.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on Jan 21, 2006 15:21:18 GMT -5
Olaf silently hid behind some large rocks. The Baudelaires had not seen him following. He was angry, but he had to compose himself for the time being. Now was not the right time to strike.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 21, 2006 15:23:06 GMT -5
'Yes, I think that would be a good idea." Mrs. Baudelaire said, looking at the rocks out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on Jan 21, 2006 15:24:08 GMT -5
Olaf knew that he had been noticed. He quickly ran to another cluster of rocks nearby.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 21, 2006 15:29:55 GMT -5
Violet looked at her mother's eyes and noted they were looking at a pile of rocks in the distance. She thought she saw something move. Violet ignored it, believing it was her imagination.
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