fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 19, 2006 17:42:43 GMT -5
(Coolness, you guys! This is my first RP ever, by the way, playing or creating, so I'm extrasuperhappy it's going well ;D. Oh, and Bea - sorry for being mean. You know I love ya.)
"I never said it was your fault. I didn't even want to think it. Olaf, I didn't call you to blame you for anything," she said softly. "I called you because - I miss you. And I miss the way you can cheer me up."
"What about Dewey?" he sneered.
"Oh, what about him? I could say the same for Esmé, and that's been going on a lot longer. Dewey and I are friends. Nothing more."
"Despite keen aspirations on his part," Olaf muttered, and she laughed despite herself.
"Be nice."
This two-word instruction made them both fall silent. Nice was not a word one chose to associate with Count Olaf, or any other name he went by. Nor was nice a word, Kit reminded herself sternly, one would apply to accomplices to murder.
Rain came down in sheets against the windshield, where the wipers flapped uselessly. The alleyway seemed to taper down to a close, but as Kit looked closer, she found it didn't. In fact, she thought she could see dim, murky trees swimming in the corners of her vision. The Finite Forest, she thought in shock - The HQ we were forced to abandon.
"Olaf -"
"I want to show you my past, Kit," he said determinedly. "I just want you to know why I can't be one of you anymore."
"And then what? What will you do when I know too much?"
He laughed, but not the short cackle she'd expected. "Don't worry, Kit. You mean -" he stopped abruptly.
"Yes?"
"You mean too much to me," he said quietly, as the car drove on.
And he meant it. The schism seemed to create somethings from nothings, Kit thought to herself, until everything meant too much. Olaf meant too much to her, and she couldn't let him go. Not now. Not when they seemed to be drawing closer and closer to something approaching understanding. And if there is one thing I wish everyone in that whole damn organisation could have, she thought grimly, it was just a little understanding. The car rattled on.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 19, 2006 19:39:54 GMT -5
(I hate you!*Cries* E and O were getting along so well! .....I'm over it! That's so great! This is your first? Are you kidding? You're better than I am! Anyway yeah this is great. Oh gosh It's going to be forever till I can post again. what the heck I'll post now just for kicks...))
Esme lay with her eye closed, her new black hair fluttered before her nose with every breath and she felt different in several ways. She knew that someone the only person she had left was with another woman and who knows what was happening. She waited Olaf's reaction to her new self and she waited Olaf's return. If he came back at all. she could only imagine three possibilities, he comes back and silently joins her in bed and they slowly make up with the passing days. Another he never come home at all, and Esme would leave the house and go somewhere far away. The third and scariest possibility is that he doesn't come home and alone.
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
Posts: 57
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 20, 2006 8:02:35 GMT -5
(Aw, shucks... but no way am I better than you! You rock! You and Jenny are the best Esme and Olaf everrrrr! There's a karma point for you, if you're allowed to say that, hehe. And I'm patiently awaiting Jenny's return to continue the scene, 'cause I hate putting too many words in her mouth, y'know?)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 20, 2006 11:57:07 GMT -5
(Sorry I've been away for a while-- been superbusy. Still am, actually. Oh, and put as many words in my mouth as you like =D Makes things easier for me...)
This was almost like it used to be, he thought. Everything was fine among the laughter and the jokes, if they ignored the view of the burst remains of HQ, and the rain plastering the windscreen.
'Tonight is just a tip on an iceberg, Kit,' he said, pulling up amont the murky darkness and the smog from the nearby factories. 'And I'm not anything like you.'
He opened the car door, and she followed.
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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 20, 2006 17:45:24 GMT -5
This is crazy, she scolded herself, wondering how on earth she managed to find herself following a known arsonist and possible murderer into a dark forest at night, wearing a grey ballroom dress and a coat which was now soaked through with rain.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded, running to catch up with his shadow. "You're not like me?"
"I mean," he grunted, "you might think that we - that we are the same, but for circumstances. You're wrong."
"No, Olaf. Everyone is the same," she insisted, "it's circumstances that -"
"No, Kit," he said rather more forcefully. "There are reasons why we are not the same. The world needs bad guys," he said dryly.
"You're not a bad guy!"
They had arrived at a bleak concrete cow shed, which was plainly all that was left of the HQ, but Olaf was undeterred. He took a bunch of keys from his pocket and walked around it, opened a door and walked inside. Not knowing what else to do, she followed.
Kit felt herself pale at what she saw - the blood drained away from her face, and she felt colder than she had all night. All over the floor were charred remains of furniture and books; a chipped and broken tea set lay in a corner; an embroidered cushion was ripped through by a knife. The oddest thing, however, was not the destruction itself, but rather how it was arranged. It had been catalogued. Meticulously set by whoever had been trying to salvage them, to make sense of the ruins. Books in one corner, stacked neatly, furtniture all on its feet, despite the holes and burns, everything in place. Like a living room had been destroyed without the need to move it around an inch.
"This is disgusting," she said as soon as she had caught her breath. "This is - whoever you took these things from will find out, Olaf. I swear I will tell them."
"No need," he replied calmly. "The things are mine. Your precious volunteers ransacked my parents' house. Long ago. Not just the once, though. It's become a kind of cosy routine, in fact."
"I don't believe you," she replied. As if there was a shred of doubt in her mind; as if it was even possible he was lying.
"I've been organising their things, trying to repair them... so I could return them eventually. However, looks like the volunteers couldn't give me that one last grace."
"Olaf -"
"So now what do you think? Now that you've seen what they did to me? Burned, stole, damaged and murdered my family and possessions and they are what you call friends?"
"Why?" she said weakly.
"We are not the only side greedy for the sugar bowl."
And with that, Kit screamed. She screamed in pain and anger, and she screamed because there was nobody in the world she could trust anymore. She screamed because she was alone. Olaf didn't move, and she threw the door open and screamed into the blankness of the night, running out and slipping into the group. Rain and mud engulfed her before she realised which way she was facing, and the water that was seeping into her lungs.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 21, 2006 12:33:49 GMT -5
Blissfully unaware of this, Olaf left Kit for a moment, examining the remains of his mother's treasured tea set, wondering if although they had no home to be returned to, whether it would hurt to keep the belongings and try to repair a few of them.
He surveyed the room, and his eyes fell on the charred, crumpled photograph of his family-- Olaf and his parents, and (uncommon to most of the family photographs he had seen or been forced to participate in) including his siblings. Upon another high-pitched and strangled scream from outside, he decided this was not the appropriate moment for sentimentality, for anyone.
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
Posts: 57
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 22, 2006 14:42:07 GMT -5
[ummmmmmmm.... I don't know. I was kind of hoping for some Esmé-Beatrice interaction, so that we're not the only two left in the story. Maybe I should wait?]
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Post by Jenny on Nov 22, 2006 14:53:03 GMT -5
(Wait for what? I'll be on for a while now. PM me if you want to plan something. I agree, but I'm not sure what to do about it, honestly.)
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 22, 2006 15:34:09 GMT -5
(Esme can't axactly show up she has no clue where you are. Otherwise she would though. I have to waut for olaf to come back. The only possiblity you have for that in quick sucession would be to go home with Olaf or somthing. )
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 22, 2006 16:00:02 GMT -5
Esme, call me back! I know I said tomorrow but, things are a little dull for both of us right now.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 22, 2006 16:35:42 GMT -5
(Okies.)
Esme pulled herself out of bed, tired of waiting for Olaf to return. there was no way he would grace her with his presence until dawn came around. Pulling on a house robe Esme descended the depleting stair case and headed toward the phone in the dining room.
the number was a familiar one. One from the past. "Beatrice?" Esme whispered when she heard her pick up. she felt the need to talk quite even though Olaf was gone. Gone with Kit. Perhaps he would never come back for her.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 22, 2006 16:45:37 GMT -5
(Should we go on Hanna's suggestion? If not, tell me and I'll delete this post.)
She was soaked through, and in tears. It seemed she cried a lot these days.
Olaf rushed to the shelter of his car, thinking of somewhere to go that wasn't HQ or anywhere with volunteers. Somewhere to talk without disturbance or the rain. Somewhere to sort things out.
Home?
....Esmé was a problem. But perhaps it was time they involved her. Or she would be asleep and they could be quiet, or she would be out somewhere. It was the only place he could guarantee a safe place and peaceful silence.
He waited for her to join him, turning on the engine. He wouldn't tell her until they got there. She would cause too many problems.
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 22, 2006 20:33:21 GMT -5
"Esme? I wasn't sure you'd call...after all that's happened. I'm sure that you hate me after everything I've done. Lemony says it wasn't my fault, but I can't believe him. Things just don't add up." said Beatrice, relieved and tired.
Beatrice half-expected Esme to yell at her, or hang up, but she didn't."Olaf left, so he could see Kit. Our relationship is falling apart at the seams, and I'm not sure if he's even coming back. I can't help thinking that I would be better off with Jacques. At least he was honest with me." said Esme, breaking into sobs.
"I don't know where my heart lies either Esme. Lemony's gone, and I'm not sure where, or for how long. Bertrand hit me after the opera, when Lemony kissed me, and then came to apologise. It's all because of this wretched schism." said Beatrice. "So, the whole argument about costumes doesn't seem so bad anymore, does it?" Beatrice gave a small smile.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 22, 2006 21:31:42 GMT -5
With the receiver against her new short black hair Esme cried a bit. Relieved to have someone to talk to again, Esme leaned against the chair with the bottom of the phone in her lap.
She wore nothing but a light blue house coat, not that anyone would see her. She would only imagine what Olaf's reaction would be when he got home.
Esme had cut off the blond curls he liked and died them black. All her white clothing had now blown out of the garbage can on the curb and were now strewn across the lawn and soaked in the rain. In a less drastic contrast she was also almost naked. "Bea I don't know how long I can talk. O checks the phone bills." Esme said quietly.
Besides the rain she heard a car engine, who could it be at this time of night?
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 22, 2006 21:41:12 GMT -5
"oh, my gosh I think Olaf's home - listen, Bea I'll call you from a pay phone tomorrow." said Esme hurriedly before hanging up.
Beatrice felt a little better knowing she had a her best friend back again. It felt good talking to Esme. Kit always was so reasonable, and made Beatrice feel as though she was a little girl being scolded by her mother. Heading to bed, Beatrice hoped things would look better after a good night's sleep.
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