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Post by Jenny on Nov 15, 2006 17:09:21 GMT -5
(Makes sense, I guess. I'd never thought of it, but i don't think of a lot of things.)
Olaf was relatively pleased with her reaction, smiling slightly as if he was grateful. 'OK. You already know you have to avoid most of them from now on, yes? But I want us to be clear on what we will be doing.
I want to get back at them. That much is obvious, yes? And I'll be out to get to the Baudelaires, but I think we should stay out of the way of the Sncikets. I know it was Kit's fault, too, but I don't particularly wish to cause her or her brothers any particular harm.
In which case, I guess you could probably continue to be friends with Kit if you wish. It's a bit... awkward, I think is the word, but I won't force you to sever any ties with her.'
Olaf didn't add that this was actually because he wasn't sure whether he had completely severed all ties with Kit yet, and didn't want her messed around.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 15, 2006 17:18:31 GMT -5
"Um.... I don't know. Kit made it pretty clear she didn't wish to talk to me anymore." Esme informed. she didn't say anything about Beatrice or Jacques.
"Is that all?" Esme asked. "There seems to be words unsaid that floated in the air between them. Delicately taunting her with their information that remains unreadable.
Esme touched her neck absently and noticed she had forgotten to take off her necklace.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 15, 2006 17:22:26 GMT -5
(I'll stop on this now.)
Olaf didn't particularly want to go into detail about his past and 'over' relationship with Kit Snicket, or any of his plans to get back at the Baudelaires. It didn't seem appropriate. He shook his head, and although she knew he was lying he made out like he was fine and this solved the problem as far as he was concerned.
He noticed her slightly 'off' expression as she fiddled with her necklace.
'Is there something wrong?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 15, 2006 17:40:48 GMT -5
"No" Damn, I answered to fast. "I'm fine I was just thinking." she said smudging the truth slightly. She pulled the necklace out with her thumbs to observe it.
She turned it to it's clasp and unfastened it. She ran it through her fingers absent minded while looking at the ceiling.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 15, 2006 17:47:07 GMT -5
Isabel lead Jacques to the residences of the colonists. She called out, "Islanders! We have a new arrival! Jacques Snicket!" The colonists clapped and looked enthusiastic. "Why hello there," greeted a man in a medium length beige coat, who had a goatee. "The name's Adrian." Jacques shook his lively hand, and another colonist greeted him. "I'm Lynn." she greeted cordially. She wore an oriental dress that permeated an air of quiet dignity even though she didn't show it at that moment. "And I'm Vincent Montague!" shouted a man with a beard and long black hair. As he was greeted by the eerily familiar person, Jacques realized who he was.
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 16, 2006 5:34:30 GMT -5
Her brother receded into the misty distance, and Kit rubbed her thumb absent-mindedly over the letter for Beatrice. Her head had become so full of thoughts, it was as though there were a flock of black and angry crows swirling around it. She couldn't stop and simply say "what an evening," to herself, pouring herself a brandy and sighing. This was not an option. Her thoughts were too many and menacing to sit down.
She went inside, stuffed the letter in her pocket for the next time she saw Bea, and went to the telephone. She could only think enough to dial one number, the one she knew best.
O-L-A-F
Ring, ring...
[excuse the scene infiltration here, I just wanted to get in on it, ;D]
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 16, 2006 11:50:04 GMT -5
Esme was saved from any questions because the phone rang once more. Both of their heads turned to the kitchen where it hung from the wall. Esme couldn't move in her current position. "Who's getting that?'
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Post by Jenny on Nov 16, 2006 11:53:12 GMT -5
(wow, i'm going to be so awkward.)
Olaf disentangled his legs from hers. 'You. It's probably someone else phoning on tap lessons,' he joked, not knowing the actual story behind that.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 16, 2006 14:05:37 GMT -5
"I doubt it. You should answer it." Esme suggested. She watched him get up with a huff. "you're just lazy" she chided as he went into the kitchen.
While he was gone she crawled over to his side of the couch where his warm mark was. She loved feeling warm and nuzzled. Perhaps she had spent too long in the cold.
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 16, 2006 15:29:43 GMT -5
She heard the click, and his slow breath.
"Hello?"
"It's me," she said softly.
His voice immediately took on a strangled tone, and she heard him stepping back to close a door behind him. "Kit? What are you doing?"
"Phoning you," she answered dryly. "What did you do to my brother? Why?"
"I could say the same about my parents," he said coolly.
She looked at the receiver blankly, as if expecting Olaf to leap out. Hanging up was an option, suddenly. Upstairs, somewhere, there was a fire and drinks and books, beautiful books and -
And a bruised and crying best friend, and the lack of a brother, and an expectant date, and a hundred million smithereens of secrets. She sobbed darkly into the white ceramic receiver. Olaf coughed uncomfortably.
"I'll be right there."
"What?" Kit said, sniffing back tears.
"I said I'll be right there," he snapped tersely to hide affection. "Wait for me outside. And... cheer up."
The line went dead. She pulled on a black coat and waited, leaning against one of the tall, grey Corinthian columns on the east side of the HQ. A horseless carriage, black and funereal in the dark, waited with her. And, in her stillness and eerie calm, she thought that maybe, the night was waiting too. A small grace.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 16, 2006 16:00:04 GMT -5
(Coolness)
Olaf slammed down the reciever, grabbing his coat from the hall where he had thrown it, calling to Esmé who he thought was still on the couch awaiting his return. 'I'm going out!' he called, rushing to open the front door without giving himself time to think.
Her reply was closer than the couch, that was for sure.
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 16, 2006 16:32:39 GMT -5
Beatrice tried to sleep, but all she could see when had almost succeeded were two pairs of eyes: Lemony's pleading, desperate brown eyes and Bertrand's blazing, rage-filled blue pair.
Beatrice grabbed her coat and went for a walk.
She had barely gotten outside the door when she saw Kit. She was leaning against a pillar looking for someone down the street.
"Kit?" she called.
Kit turned, and Beatrice could see her tear-filled eyes, trembling hands and the crumpled, wax-sealed envelope that would change her life.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 16, 2006 19:11:06 GMT -5
(Eeek! I love you all! This is the best rp I've been in in years!)
"Oh really? To where?" she asked from the dining room stepping out in front of the door. She shut it coolly with one hand. His eyes scanned her. He searched for a spot that told him what lie would work. She cut short his search by clearing her throat.
She was acting braver then she was. There was a phone in the dining room. She knew that he knew that. If he knew she heard Kit's voice for however brief a second she would be in such trouble. She had guessed his secrets and leaned against the door in a desperate attempt to keep him.
She didn't care if he was mad at her she just wanted him to love her.
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 17, 2006 5:42:23 GMT -5
[I'm not gonna move as a character till Olaf returns, but I want to say: *blushes* thank you! Hee hee! I have to say, though, you and Olaf have been really seriously excellentay. Keep it up]
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 13:12:05 GMT -5
[Aww, thank you. You're the one that started it so you WIN.]
Her eyes were stormy, a colouded green and the most intense he'd ever seen them as she stood to block his path, stubbornly holding on in every way she could to the one thing she had left.
He saw the tears before she felt them arise.
One thing to love, one thing to love and to be loved by unconditionally. That was really all she asked of Olaf. If they didn't eat, if they didn't sleep-- anything he and the elements could, would and had thrown at her-- she wouldn't complain and would stick it out just to have someone love her, and someone to love.
Olaf felt like hanging his head, but he thought of Kit and thought that perhaps he didn't love her enough to keep her.
'Let me out,' he whispered quietly.
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