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Post by Tigerclaw can drive a car :B on Feb 8, 2007 7:26:10 GMT -5
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 8, 2007 17:49:45 GMT -5
"Sir. There is a piece of burning debris on your nice fancy car."a woman had said.
As soon as he had gotten the words "It's okay I have five others at home." Esme had found him. He took off his jacket and put it around her, then she was back in his heart, with his check book in the palm of her hand.
Now Jerome slept, he always fell asleep when he was reading the financial columns. His parents had died in a fire, just like so many of the other families in the organization he once worked at. This was their home, much more comfortable than the apartment. Luckily only the East wing of the house had been burned. Jerome was having it rebuilt. Esme had put herself in charge of decorating.
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Post by C. on Feb 9, 2007 11:30:04 GMT -5
Klaus searched the computer. He was looking for information on certain deaths during a certain opera. He remembered how Olaf had looked at him with those glistening eyes and said that there was a certain story about his parents involving poison darts and La Forza Del Destino. He needed all the information.
He had been looking when he found the article. When he read the contents, a tear came to his eye.
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Post by Tigerclaw can drive a car :B on Feb 9, 2007 16:11:59 GMT -5
A small brown pup with a black spot on it's back rummaged through the garabage cans. He looked like a mop and smelled like a swamp but that didn't matter to him at the moment. He had found a familliar scent and followed it with dogged determination. The scent of a friend.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 9, 2007 16:26:35 GMT -5
Esmé distinctly remembered Jerome's parents in this house-- his father who she'd hated and his mother who'd adored her-- and it was difficult to get used to being by the coast, not in the city among everyone else.
She promised herself she would still go to the city. She knew she was physically unable to stay here every day.
Jerome seemed to think he was looking after her now. Esmé disagreed-- but a nice warm house with no matches where she could see them was refreshing.
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Post by C. on Feb 10, 2007 8:33:14 GMT -5
Klaus had been in disbelief. The article had said clear as day that
"In the deaths of two operagoers, suspects have been said to be two adults with the last name Baudelaire."
He had to go walk outside. It was very brisk. He noticed that a certain man had been following him for five blocks. Klaus finally turned around.
" Who are you?" he yelled into the follower's face.
The man didn't answer. He didn't have to. Klaus saw the hooks protruding from the sleeves.
" Fernald!"
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 10, 2007 12:29:41 GMT -5
Peaceful sleep was disrupted. A certain curly haired little girl jumped on him. Jerome opened his eyes, wishing it was Esme. It never was. "Hello, Carmelita." Jerome said in a pained sort of way that went along with his bruised ribs.
He did like Carmelita and thought she might have a genuine good spot in her, but so far all she did was jump on him and order him to buy her things. "How's my little angel?" he asked, one of the biggest lies he's ever had to tell. It was the only way to keep her happy.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 10, 2007 12:45:42 GMT -5
'I'd be better if---'
'...Carmy,' Esmé said unhappily. She'd become less fond of Carmelita after she'd appeared out of the burning building. 'Leave him alone.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 10, 2007 15:53:12 GMT -5
Jerome breathed a sigh of relief. Carmelita opened her mouth again but Esme's look made her close it and leave the room. "Thanks." Jerome smiled, rubbing his neck and stretching after his nap.
"How's my other angel then?" he asked, standing. He walked over to behind the chair she sat in and started rubbing her shoulders.
"I'd be better if you did that a little to the left." she answered.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 11, 2007 11:12:33 GMT -5
Jerome took the instruction. He hadn't changed that much.
'How are you feeling?' he asked her, smoothing back her hair with no idea how annoying he was being-- or with any idea that she would have to fix it again immediately.
'Fine,' she said sharply-- almost defensively. Jerome was treating both her and, as Olaf had called her 'that spoiled brat that tags along' like very fragile china. There was something very depressing about having Jerome take care of her.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 11, 2007 12:34:44 GMT -5
"I was thinking I would take you and Carmy to the beach and teach her to build a sand castle." Jerome pitched his idea, while fiddling with one of Esme's dress straps.
Carmy was heard from the other room yelling at some of the help. Poor Charles never got any rest with her around.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 11, 2007 12:45:29 GMT -5
(Charles! Charles?)
'I'm not sure if she can swim,' Esmé said immediately, brushing back her hair now that he'd moved onto a strap.
'I'll teach her if she can't.'
Esmé nearly sighed. There was a huge difference between Jerome's eagerness and Olaf's complete apathy that she wasn't sure she liked.
'OK. If you can find me a swimsuit that isn't made of lettuce.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 11, 2007 12:59:38 GMT -5
"I don't get rid of your old clothes you know. I never know when they'll come back in. I have your pinstriped on piece from the first time pinstripes were in." Jerome informed.
"What happened to the pinstripe bikini from the last pin pinstripes were in?" Esme asked.
"My cousin found it in one of the bedrooms you used as extra storage after you left, she really wanted it. I let her take it."Jerome shuddered.
"You let Natalie have a bikini? Couldn't you have a spared the world the sight and given her one of my ball gowns. Something that would give that stick a shape?" Esme groaned at the thought.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 11, 2007 13:28:38 GMT -5
'I didn't get rid of anything but that,' he mused, resting both hands on her shoulders. 'It's a wonder really. What would I have done with it all if you hadn't come back?'
They both knew she hadn't 'come back'.
'And Carmy needs something to wear,' she said, tilting her head and looking back at him.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 11, 2007 13:46:15 GMT -5
"I'm sure she'll fit into one of yours. You can't be far off size wise." Jerome joked.
Esme slapped his hand. "I have more curves than she can count. I'm not skinny." she snapped.
"I was joking darling. I'll have Charles send for one to be brought over. Green is her colour this week right?" he asked.
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