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Post by Jenny on Jun 9, 2007 11:49:09 GMT -5
'I'm so scared,' Jerome said, monotone and sarcastic as she held him down.
'So you should be.'
'My God Esmé,' he said after a minute. 'You are putting on weight. You never used to be this heavy---'
She slapped his arm hard and he pushed her-- gently, of course, because Jerome was still Jerome--so that she fell backwards lauging.
'Can I have the phone now?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 9, 2007 14:35:00 GMT -5
"Sure." they handed it over.
Esme flopped out onto the bed and stretch out over the pink and blue quilt.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 9, 2007 14:59:20 GMT -5
'I do kind of want to know how they know us.' she said after a minute. Jerome waved a hand at her to stop her speaking for a moment.
'Who--' he waved at her again.
Eventually he put the phone down. 'No answer.'
'Who was it?'
Jeorme considered before shaking his head. 'No-one.'
'I'll just check if you don't tell me.'
He sighed. 'I was calling that child-kidnapper of yours. To see if he actually is alive.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 9, 2007 23:09:16 GMT -5
"Was the grave not enough for you?" she asked.
"It could have been a trick." Jerome justified.
She laughed at him and opened the night stand drawer.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 10, 2007 4:45:15 GMT -5
'You are a bit obsessed with making sure he's gone, aren't you? Next you'll be checking people to see if they're him in disguise.'
'Not surprising, given the amount of disguises I fell for the first time round.'
She looked at him guiltily.
'I believe you even showed him to me without a disguise at one point.After he'd finished trying to marry Beatrice's eldest. At said time I also forced you to share a bed.'
She bit her lip and hoped this was all he had to say. She thought she might actually die of embarassment if he brought up anything else about the night.
'We can't keep talking about it,' she said, a little crossly. 'It's finished with now. He's dead and there is no one else I want to run away with currently. Happy?'
'Well, no. But close enough.'
Nothing interesting was hidden anywhere in this little cottage-- nothing in the slightest bit incriminating or identifying. Esmé almost laughed at the thought of how easily people would recognize her from looking through her things.
Suddenly above their heads something crashed down onto the top floor.
Jerome practically jumped into his wife's arms he was so scared. 'Axe-murderer!' he cried in a blurred jumble of words.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 10, 2007 19:59:54 GMT -5
She rushed up stairs after getting him off her. There was an open window and a knocked over music stand. "Musician, not murderer. " Esme laughed, When Jerome joined her.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 11, 2007 11:09:50 GMT -5
Jerome picked up the music books, sheets and stands with care.
'I play the piano.' he said after a while. She'd never known that. It was a little disturbing after technically being married for over a year and half.
'I bet your family made you learn.'
'Of course. It was a very upper class thing to learn how to do.'
'I know. Needless to say, I wouldn't know where to begin.'
He closed the window gently, or tried. Something was wedged in the mechanism, holding it open.
'Meetings, thurdays until december.' he read aloud. 'I bet you can't guess where that's from,' he sarcastically laughed.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 11, 2007 20:36:52 GMT -5
Esme wasn't paying attention. But she was when she saw the boat pull up in the dock. "Here's your axe killer." She laughed.
"When you say it like that you make it sound like someone who kills axes...." Jerome laughed too. Then it occurred to them they were uninvited guests in this house.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 12, 2007 14:05:53 GMT -5
'We should get out,' Esme said.
'No. They'll see us. This is only a little island. We'd be better off going on down and introducing ourselves.' Jerome decided.
'Oh, be quiet. You can't possibly imagine they'll welcome us with open arms.'
'Well, they aren't axe-murderers. Or murderers....of axes.'
'You don't think,' she raised an eyebrow. 'Come on then. If we're going to introduce ourselves the civilized way we may as well get it over with.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 12, 2007 14:42:56 GMT -5
They practically ran down stairs to greet them. She started off immediately on how they came into the house to see if it was inhabited and then something crashed up stairs and they thought someone might be hurt.
Then she shut herself up along to let the owner of the house speak.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 12, 2007 15:15:44 GMT -5
'...Your door wasn't locked.' she added quickly in a murmur.
'It never is, dear,' the couple were an older Jerome and herself as far as she could see-- they weren't dissimilar apart from the fact that she doubted Jerome would ever go podgy in his old age like the owner of the boat in front of her had. He stuck out a hand. 'Nice to meet you both,' he said placidly.
They were feeling awkward to say the least. These people didn't seem to mind that the two had been snooping around their stuff at all.
'Would you like some tea?' the older woman asked. Indeed her hair was dyed blonde-- ash blonde, according to the packets. Esmé couldn't help but smile.
'Yes thankyou.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 12, 2007 15:23:45 GMT -5
(Wrote a short fic...check it out....)
They sat at the small table in the center of the room. They had cookies and tea while sharing their story of how they got here. "Well dear, you aren't the first. We'll point you in the right direction." The old woman told them as she looked out her window at a dark cloud in the distance.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 12, 2007 15:29:29 GMT -5
(OK!)
As the elderly couple sipped their drinks, Jerome and Esme just sat there looking completely lost. Eventaully Esme laughed.
'Jerome thought you were all murderers.' she laughed.
The elderly couple tittered merrily. 'Oh no dear. Not us.'
Jerome remembered suddenly. '...How do you know us?'
Esme elbowed him. 'Don't be so blunt!'
'You have our addresses, our phone numbers, our names,' he continued. 'How?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 12, 2007 15:38:11 GMT -5
"Snoopers heh?" The man laughed. "We knew your parents." he tried.
They weren't falling for that. It was V.F.D list. No way it couldn't be.
"Are you V.F.Ders?" he asked.
"Jerome. Shut up. I told you-"
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Post by Jenny on Jun 14, 2007 12:31:28 GMT -5
They sat across from the bickering younger couple, a little shocked. Or pretending to be, at least.
'Don'y be blunt like that. Dio you have any idea how you sound?'
'I'm TRYING to get answers,' Jerome hissed back. 'Don't make me wave the Esmé book at you again to get you to stop being awkward.'
The way he'd put it both stunned and stung her into a quiet shock, amazed that it seemed every time they would argue he would bring it up from now on.
'Well, are you?' Jerome continued to the elderly couple.
'What is this VFD?'
Jerome sighed in annoyance. 'If you diodn't know what it was, you wouldn't know it was a thing instead of an adjective. Own up. Come on, Esmé's from one side and I used to be on the other. It doesn't matter who you are in relation to the organisation.'
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