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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 26, 2006 12:30:16 GMT -5
Sweetie was a show of status. Everyone thought Esme and Olaf were together and happy. In a way Esme was Olaf's real girlfriend and Kit was not.
Esme looked down the tunnel where she had already been. "I'll go first. I'm the smallest." Esme offered. She climbed in the hole and slid down the muddy slide.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 26, 2006 12:47:39 GMT -5
Surprised at her sudden bravery, he decided to let Kit make her own decision and followed his girlfriend down the unknown tunnel into the darkness.
'Do you see anything?' he asked after reaching a flat floor and bumping into her. 'On the ceiling? Keep walking.'
Kit landed in a heap beside the two. They walked cautiously away from the entrance, careful not to trip on anything that they couldn't see.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 26, 2006 12:58:03 GMT -5
The floor was wet possible a couple inches of water lay in here. "This isn't fun." Esme decided out loud. A few minutes later down the tunnel Esme shrieked unexpectedly.
"There's something swimming around my ankles!" She squawked.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 26, 2006 13:11:59 GMT -5
(Hehe.)
'Maybe it's fish,' said Olaf. When Kit half-laughed, he continued. 'Well, you don't know. Fish could live down here if they wanted to, couldn't they?'
'No,' said Kit indignantly. 'They--'
'--Don't need to know the scientific answer, Kit,' he said. 'Just keep walking. And if it isn't fish, what is it?'
A more than uncomfortable silence followed as they trudged along in the complete darkness.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 26, 2006 13:34:36 GMT -5
It was long and it wrapped itself around her ankle. Esme screamed again and within seconds was on Olaf. The girly sixteen year old didn't like things that were slimy. Black bobbed hair slicked against her face she was elevated from the water in Olaf's arms. "Ew ew ew ew!"
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Post by Jenny on Nov 26, 2006 13:43:18 GMT -5
He picked her up, after all the evenings events he laughed at the way she was acting. He slung her over his shoulder like a rag doll, her arms slipping from his neck. He checked her ankle and threw off a long piece of what seemed to be... tagliatelle?
He laughed, heartedly, forgetting how serious the situation was. 'It must have been floating around!' he choked out in between fits of laughter. 'What did you think it was? An eel?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 26, 2006 13:51:42 GMT -5
Olaf put Esme down, where she slipped and fell into the water. "I hate you." Esme laughed pulling herself out of the water. Kit was laughing way to hard. Throughly soaked, Esme trudged on ahead, not sure of what they would find. She walked into a wall. "Ow."
Olaf and Kit were having a merry old time. Esme examined the wall she had walked into. There was a ladder on it.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 26, 2006 14:10:32 GMT -5
'I did offer to go first,' Olaf laughed.
Esmé pointed out the ladder to him and he tried to sober up. 'I guess we're here,' he said obviously. Then, unable to contain himself, he added; 'Now Esmé...' he broke off into a fit of giggles. 'Do you want to go first or should I? Consider it carefully...'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 26, 2006 14:22:58 GMT -5
(I have to end this for the sake of Kit having to read all this.)
"I hate you." she said coldy, but not meaning it. She climbed the ladder leaving the two giggling idiots behind. She pulled herself through a trap door into a library. It was warm and nice but she didn't know it. Esme pulled off her drenched sweater and pants and running shoes. Leave it to Esme to have a small black dress hidden under everything just incase. It went nicely with her new hair which she fixed in a mirror and she had her whole transformation complete before they got up to see.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 26, 2006 14:26:28 GMT -5
(Oh my God, we've written two and a half pages with NOBODY ELSE POSTING. That is WEIRD. I agree. I'll stop now. Kit can do that reaction when she gets back. I've been putting words in her mouth and dragging her along for too long.)
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 27, 2006 18:29:22 GMT -5
Jacques Snicket was hiding out in the Mortmain Mountains. It had been about a week since he had escaped from the island’s facilitator. Isabel was still persuing him. And he didn’t have the faintest idea why. Probably because of his involvement in V.F.D. and the terrible secrets he would come upon later in his life. He grabbed his spyglass and looked out to the distant city, where he presumed his friends were. But there was a bright orange flame slowly curling up into the air. Another fire! Jacques packed his things, and made the slow and treacherous path toward The City.
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