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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 22, 2006 21:43:49 GMT -5
Esme hung up the phone and set it on the table next to the chair. She sat and waited quietly for him to enter with her back turned to the door. The chair covered her head so it would take him a minute to discover her change, but she guessed he would have idea from the front lawn.
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 23, 2006 13:18:17 GMT -5
Kit's initial sharp intake of breath sent icy mud-water slipping into her lungs. Unable to move, with one painful wrist pinned beneath her chest, she tried to move her head away from the ground, to breath clean, fresh air, but it was almost no use. Water kept seeping into her nose, her mouth, her eyes, and she knew she only had so long...
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Post by Jenny on Nov 23, 2006 15:22:54 GMT -5
Olaf grabbed Kit up from her position on the ground by the back of her dress, sharply. She choked, gasped, spluttered and coughed in reply.
'Your welcome,' said Olaf sarcastically as she continued to cough at him in a most alarming and unwelcoming way. 'How'd you end up down there, Kit? Almost looks like someone has held you down.' He acted as if this concept was not the possible answer.
'Come on,' he urged impatiently. 'I want to go home. We can't have a civilized conversation with you breathing in mud in the middle of a forest. Get in the car.'
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 24, 2006 13:01:27 GMT -5
His words were more flippant than his actions: he lifted her gently onto the backseat and smoothed back her soaked, muddy hair. She coughed weakly, shivering so uncontrollably that all her limbs were useless. The car was thankfully warm, though, and it only took a little while for her eyes to readjust and clear themselves of dirty water. A little while, but slow enough for her to struggle to discern the figure in the front seat. Thin enough to be obscured by the seat, and tall enough for her shoulders to be visible. A black, gleaming bob was a little straighter than usual, but Kit thought she knew who it was anyway.
"Beatrice!"
Slowly, as if she didn't recognise the voice, the figure turned around. Esme Squalor looked back at her with vaguely misted-over eyes. Kit swallowed.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 24, 2006 15:09:05 GMT -5
(I'm confuzzled...I'm at home....waiting for you guys to come there....)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 24, 2006 15:33:15 GMT -5
(I am also a little confused... I tried to drive off... you probably have some intricate plan that we're all ruining, but what's happening? *feels like an idiot* I'll carry on with your story line if you like, but can we confirm it? Hanna, what do you want to do?)
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 24, 2006 16:40:04 GMT -5
(I have a plan! Okay so what Kit is seeing is after she woke up. She dozed off in the car. We well pick it up in a while but as right now can we play Olaf's reaction out and then we'll get back to there?)
Esme turned to the door to see Olaf's face. Her short black hair swung at the sides of her chin and she waited for his first words to match his reaction to her new self, and to the lawn.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 24, 2006 17:10:25 GMT -5
(Yes.)
Damn it.
He should have known she wasn't the type to cry for an hour and then get over things and carry on. Maybe have an argument later. Maybe loose a bit of self-esteem over it. Oh, no. A typical bloody drama queen-- just like she was taught to be.
The white cloth strewn across the lawn in the dark was almost flourescent-- unmissable, and so was the change she'd made to her hair. He didn't like it, to say the least.
'What have you done with your dress?' he asked calmly. 'And your gown, and the polar-neck and all your other clothes? Do the ones across the lawn have anyting to do with the fact--'
She raised a hand, in no mood for questions and taking total control of the situation like she had always been capable of doing but never had done. She sighed and this was her yes.
'And I never said anything bad about your hair,' he said quietly, a large bubble of guilt lodging itself in his throat. 'I like-- liked it. Everything was fine before... sweetheart. Can't we put all this silliness behind us? I forgive you...' he added feebly, relaizing that perhaps she wasn't the one who needed forgiving.
No more ringlets. No more white. No more angel, no more innocent little girl, no more obedient apprentice.
What a mistake.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 24, 2006 17:55:56 GMT -5
(*Squee*)
Cold staring eyes watched him as she walked up to him. Light blue robe her only article of clothing. "No. you didn't say that you didn't like my hair. I knew you liked my hair. and you told me you liked me in white." Esme explained.
She stopped two feet in front of him. "What colour do you like Kit in?" she asked without falter.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 24, 2006 18:04:32 GMT -5
'Irrelevant,' he muttered quietly, eyes darting away out of either guilt or something else. 'And what is all of this proving? So you're angry. So you're upset. You'll wake up tomorrow morning wishing you'd left everything alone.'
She shook her head. He still didn't understand.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 24, 2006 18:51:25 GMT -5
"Wish I was your angel again?" Esme asked in a whisper. She knew she would wish it. But what she was doing was preventing herself from wishing it. No more being silly. "I'll stay with you O. But I won't be your angel. Not when someone else is playing the same part. I'm never the understudy."
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 25, 2006 7:32:54 GMT -5
[Aw, I'm sorry, you guys! I figured that Olaf had been back home to pick Esmé up before coming back to get Kit. You guys carry on, and then as soon as you're ready you can come get her, if you like]
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 25, 2006 10:08:04 GMT -5
(Yup that's what we're doing. See ya soon!)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 25, 2006 11:18:30 GMT -5
(Yah. Hanna had to explain everything to me over PM's, cause I got lost as I so often do.And it's not your fault-- I'm just an idiot...)
Theatrical terminology was probably the best way to speak of this.
'What are you now?' he asked, not letting his voice break and betray him. Kit wasn't his little girl. Now he didn't have one. She didn't reply.
He took his chance. 'Work with me,' he coaxed. 'Kit's on the other side. Whatever you want to be when you stay, you could always be a business partner,' he suggested. That wasn't what she wanted, it was obvious.
'You don't have to decided right now,' he said. 'But you could get dressed. And get yourself a coat and then get in the car.'
Nothing in reply.
'I could use some help.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 25, 2006 12:09:52 GMT -5
She didn't say anything when she went up stairs to get dressed knocking a chair over in the process. She came back in black pants and a dark sweater. She wore running shoes. Last time Olaf had needed her help she had been wearing high heels. Heels and burying a dead body while it's raining don't work well. This time she was prepared. she grabbed her rain coat and left out the door ahead of him and got into the car.
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