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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 13:25:42 GMT -5
The words "Can I come?" echoed in her head but she knew the answer and didn't bother to ask. She stepped just out of the way and watched him watch to the door.
The moment took forever to arrive. He finally touched the door knob and then came the moment of truth. Would he go see Kit or stay? Would he at least have the decency to admit to going to Kit and about any past relationships that might have existed?
All she hoped for right now was a goodbye, at the wake up the next day to find him next to her. "Good bye." she offered. Her eyes caught sight of them on the table in the dining room.
She fetched him. "Don't forget your gloves." she handed them to him. He went to take them from her but she didn't let go.She waited for a good bye.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 13:34:23 GMT -5
He pulled away, guilt-ridden but annoyed at something he passed off as a childish action from her.
'You know who I'm going to see, Esmé,' he said, his voice hasher than he meant it to be. 'You know why I'm going to see her, and you know that I'll be back tomorrow, all the same as I ws before.' he pulled one glove from her. 'Let go,' he commanded. She released the other, unhappy.
There was one good question he had ignored, the most important to her. At the time, he wasn't thinking toanswer, heading to the door and the frigid cold outside, but she said one very deeply effective sentence before he left.
You don't love me, and I should have known it.
He turned to reply, but she turned away, and he took this as his que to exit.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 13:54:18 GMT -5
She never bothered to close the front door. She hurried up stairs. Esme pulled her nightgown off and threw it on the bed roughly. Getting dressed into the most casual things she could find she grabbed her purse and headed out the front door, slamming it behind her.
A quick trip to the store and back was all she needed and she found herself back in their room in front of the mirror in only a few minutes. One thing she was sure of was that she wasn't ever going to be his angel again. She picked up the scissors and cut her blond ringlets short. When they hung under her chin missing a few inches each she went to her other tasks.
When she was done she had the black straight hair she wanted. Now that she was done doing what she wanted to do, She cried while she tied her old blond ringlets with a ribbon and kept them hidden.
One more thing to do before going to sleep. She packed all the clothing she owned. All the possessions she owned and then put them by the bedroom door. All her clothing except her white clothing. which she took outside and tossed into the trash can. The windy night blew some out and onto the yard but she ignored them. They would eventually leave, one way or another.
She got in bed wearing nothing. She wasn't the Esme that walked into this bedroom before. Pulling the covers up to her neck there was nothing to do but wait for Olaf to get back.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 14:05:30 GMT -5
(Omg, that was so cool!)
Olaf stared at the windscreen as he came up against his worst enemy--- traffic, on a friday night. The rain splattered against the glass in bursts and blobs and he sat impatiently, draped across the wheel with little else to occupy him than the need to see Kit, and the need to know Esmé hadn't, for one thing trashed his house, and for another killed herself before he got home.
The cars in front moved slowly but surely, and after what seemed like days stuck inside his uncomfortable black vehicle, he pulled up outside HQ, seeing Kit in her dress waiting outside with Beatrice, holding a letter in front of her as if it were the most mportant thing she'd ever held. He climbed out of the car door, running for shelter with the two volunteers.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 14:10:00 GMT -5
(Thanks! I felt like I was gonna cry when I read your post so I felt my post when I wrote it. I"m not gonna post anything untill ya come back okay? Don't be too long now. Lol. jk. ))
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 17, 2006 14:43:54 GMT -5
"Kit..." said a voice coming from behind Kit.
Olaf.
Beatrice wanted to run, wanted to hide, wanted to find a gun and shoot Olaf on the spot for hurting her best friend like this. He had come to her, and they might kiss, but tomorrow Esme would be in his arms again and Kit might finally be driven over the edge. Everyone saw the way she looked at him, and the way he looked at her. I the end he would leave her, hurt her, destroy her to the point where she would destroy herself. Was it revenge or a twisted form of love? Beatrice had no idea.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 15:42:43 GMT -5
(Yeah, I wonder. I should really think about these things, but I don't.)
Kit turned, eyes filled with tears. He wasn't sure what gesture to make-- after all, if she hadn't carried the darts his parents would be alive and well-- but looked over at Beatrice as if challenging her to stop him, and took the other girl into his arms as if he was forgiving her.
She broke away abruptly, choking back a sob.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 18, 2006 9:19:52 GMT -5
Vincent Montague? How could it be? He had seen him die. Jacques had seen Vincent Montague die. "Wait…I know who you are!" Montague said. "Are you by any chance Jacques Snicket?" Jacques answered, "Yes, I am. You're supposed to be dead, I mean…I saw you die!" Montague then said, "Yes, pitiful how I died. But I faked my death to escape from—" He fell to the ground, screaming, as he clutched his chest. Jacques looked up from Montague's form and noticed the facilitator of the island was leaving the scene when she should have stayed and helped Jacques take care of him. Very suspicious indeed.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 18, 2006 13:48:00 GMT -5
(Yes B has the right idea! Go back to Esme! Just kidding....I'll be quiet.)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 18, 2006 13:59:49 GMT -5
(I'm gonna post again and move things along. I'll wait for the Kit after this. Really I will. fiendishthingie, if you hate what I write or want me to change it just tell me and I'll edit or delete it, OK? OK.)
'This is wrong,' she said, upset, avoiding eye contact with either Olaf or Beatrice-- both of which knew that already.
Olaf tried to reach for her again and recieved a glare from Beatrice. He glared back and recieved another glare from the teary Kit. Sometimes it seemed he couldn't do anything right-- at least when it came to volunteers, all about right and wrong.
'I don't have to stay here,' he reminded them both. 'I do have several places to go, you know. I have a lot to sort out, a lot to think about. I don't need to be told about what's right or wrong tonight, Kit. Especially since you're as wrong as could be.'
He stormed towards his car, in the rain, his flattened hair ruining the dramatics of the moment. He beckoned to Kit, opening the passenger door for her at the same time as wondering what on Earth he was asking of her this time.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 18, 2006 18:17:20 GMT -5
Jacques followed Isabel furtively until they came to an underground passageway under a large apple tree. She turned around and said, “Jacques, I knew that you would have followed me here. In fact, I knew all along and I never took notice. I lead you here Snicket. It was me who killed him. Vincent Montague knew about the plot to kill Olaf's parents. He knew that I was in on it, that I received secret messages from sailors and pirates who washed up from storms. When they gave me the information, I built boats for them and they sailed back. It was easy to recruit F to fool your volunteers at the opera.” She neared Jacques Snicket until his nose touched hers. “And now…you will die.”
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 19, 2006 9:58:50 GMT -5
Beatrice caught Kit's arm, but she shook her best friend off. "Beatrice, this is not about you," she said coolly. "You're not the one I need to talk to right now."
Bea's liquid eyes filled up with tears, and Kit was shocked at the wave of repulsion that claimed her. After all, she herself had been crying not so long ago. But for some reason she was sick of Beatrice, sick of them all and all the harm they were inflicting on her. The oh-so-noble volunteers who do nothing in the face of death and danger except sniffle and sob and run away. "Stop being such a child," she snapped, and with that, turned smartly away into the rain.
Olaf's motor car was ticking over smoothly on the grass, looking like a giant shiny wet beetle. The rain stung her cheeks and made damp tendrils of hair cling to her face. Her dress was ruined, she thought indifferently; grey silk is so hard to clean anyway, never mind trying to free it of grass and rain and regret.
The car was musty but dry and reasonably warm. She huddled into the seat and watched a freezing, dripping Olaf climb in beside her and start the engine. Bea's figure flew into the HQ and Kit could see lights flickering on in rooms on the first floor; she imagined Bea's newfound girlish tones telling everyone of Kit and Olaf's great love affair.
And, as if they'd both had just the same thought, they turned to one another and smiled wryly. Not quite.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 19, 2006 10:56:10 GMT -5
(Cool!)
"I thought you might," Olaf said as Kit leant back in the passenger seat, as comfortable as possible in the situation. "Sometimes I do wonder where your loyalties really lie, Kit."
He started the car in a rush, speeding away, rain splattering the windscreen. After he got away into the darkness, away from HQ nad those people able to change Kit's mind, he was calm.
"I think we need to talk," he said.
"Then talk," Kit said. He assumed she was no mood for flowery conversation.
He twisted the steering wheel lightly, leading them down a dark lane- where was he going? "Alright," he said calmly. "But we both know I'm not the one to blame for this."
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 19, 2006 11:10:06 GMT -5
Beatrice caught Kit's arm, but she shook her best friend off. "Beatrice, this is not about you," she said coolly. "You're not the one I need to talk to right now." Bea's liquid eyes filled up with tears, and Kit was shocked at the wave of repulsion that claimed her. After all, she herself had been crying not so long ago. But for some reason she was sick of Beatrice, sick of them all and all the harm they were inflicting on her. The oh-so-noble volunteers who do nothing in the face of death and danger except sniffle and sob and run away. "Stop being such a child," she snapped, and with that, turned smartly away into the rain. You big meanie! *stomps off in a huff* Just kidding, that was great! Jenny, Olaf is in rather a lot of trouble in before the Bad Beginning. I'd post there next. * * * * Beatrice ran into the headquarters, crying again. Kit's right, she thought, I do act like a child., but this thought only made her want to cry even more. She felt so weak, so breakable. How many more of her friends hated her for it? She went to Lemony's room. If anyone could help her make sense of it all, it was him. But when she opened the heavy, green door, she stopped dead in her tracks. He wasn't there. Not as though he had gone for a stroll in the park or left to read a book in the library, but gone. His bed was bare, stripped down to the mattress; his bookshelf was empty, not a page left behind; the lose floorboard had been pried open, and the space beneath it was empty. Beatrice didn't cry, she wouldn't cry. She lay on the bed and curled up into a ball, suppressing her emotions as well as she could. That's when Bertrand appeared in the doorway. "Bea, I'm sorry." he said. "I know you loved him, and I'm sorry I hit you. It was just so hard to take, because I love you so much. I was a fool to think that I could be a replacement for Lemony. Can I help?" "Yes, you can help me forget." said Beatrice, kissing him hard. It was full of regret, pain, desire and love. Close your eyes, she thought Just, try to forget it isn't Lemony. Try to enjoy how it feels. Love, is love, right? Everyone needs love, and this is the only person who will give it to me.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 19, 2006 14:00:54 GMT -5
(I can't wait till O gets back. I'm so excited! I'm not trying to rush you guys either. I'll probably have to repost what Esme was doing when you get back so it's clear again. Oh well. I'm extaticle. I love with rp.)
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