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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 23, 2006 9:42:46 GMT -5
Can I be Esme?
The familiar sound of high heels clattered up behind the friends. She took in the sight of the smoldering ashing that lay before her and sighed. another house burnt down. It seemed all the families were going up in smoke. What was once a peaceful organization seemed to be having more and more fights resulting in fires. The first one was an accident of course a fist fight that resulted in knocking over a candle stick.
She looked to Kit, her former room mate and one of her old friends before these fights started happening. And Beatrice too. She and Esme had known each other since they were born, always the best of friends and the best of enemies. She wanted to say something comforting but right now she was in sort of a fight with her two old friends.
Beatrice and her had started quarreling weeks ago over a costume choice to attend the upcoming ball. Dragon fly had been Esme's idea. And Kit's brother was currently fighting with Esme's boyfriend. the result of which had broken the friendship.
"I just got the phone call." Esme said to all present. "I'm sorry R." sympathized the young woman who would someday be fighting against these people.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 23, 2006 17:13:50 GMT -5
Jacques Snicket saw the smoke rise up from a few blocks before him. He knew that this was the remains if R.'s mansion. If she was alright, he couldn't tell. If anyone else was in the vicinity of the ruined mansion besides him, he wouldn't know. Then he saw several people near the house. R. was among them. R.'s alive! Jacques thought as he approached the volunteers. "Lemony! Kit! Beatrice! R.!" Jacques said. "I heard the news from Olivia." Lemony asked me, "Jacques, where were you?" Jacques answered, "I was at the headquarters in the mountains compiling the soon-to-be Snicket file, when I decided to come back here and meet you. On the way I stopped at Caligari Carnival where Olivia is stationed at. She heard news of the fire from M., or N., I'm not sure, who heard it from Hector Anwhistle." "Well," Lemony said seriously, "We need all the help we can get. Do you have your file with you?" "Yes, and no," Jacques answered. "I have a part of the file with me, and another part is still at the Valley of Four Drafts. I also have my commonplace book in my pocket, too." Lemony frowned a bit. "Good, because we'll need it later." "What for?" questioned Jacques. "It concerns the file you plan on working with us."
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 23, 2006 18:33:18 GMT -5
She's alive! thumped Beatrice's heart excitedly. For this moment in time it was all she could ask for. The sound of high heels punctured Beatrice's happiness. Esme was consoling R. Esme. What a stupid fight it was, all over the stupid dragonfly costume. They needed each other, especially at a time like this, when the organization was crumbling around them. "Esme..." Beatrice started, but Esme just turned her head away and strutted off on her heeled shoes.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 23, 2006 18:58:41 GMT -5
At the moment Esme didn't want to talk about the damn costumes right now. She walked over to the edge of the smoking ashes. The girl spotted something in the debris.
"There's some sort of metal chest over here." she called to the others, motioning them over.
Stepping carefully into the wreck, pulling up the edge of her white dress as she went.
The shoes were was currently dawning had metal bottoms on them for her tap lesson she was going to later on. With these she easily slid the box out of the ashes using the bottom of her foot.
Once it was in the view of the others she hoped out of what used to be the house. "There's a large lock on it. Does it mean anything to you R?" She asked.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 24, 2006 17:45:15 GMT -5
Lemony told me of his plan and I went back to the headquarters to bring the other half of my research. When I returned, I walked into a green-wood building somewhere in The City. "Now," Lemony said as he walked into the V.F.D. headquarters in The City, "put your half of the research in the cupboard, where it will be inserted into a crucial sugar bowl. I will give my half to Dewey, so he can store it in his catalog. When the time comes, we'll take the sugar bowl with your research, and hand it to Dewey for his underwater catalog." "Wow," I said. "That sounds like it took quite a long time to plan." "Yes, it did. I planned with our sister, with R., and with Hector Anwhistle." "I hope your plan works, Lemony," I said hopefully. "I know, brother, I know," he said, and the both of us decided to ease our minds off of the recent tragedies, a phrase which here meant "eating lunch with a sibling."
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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 Oct 27, 2006 12:34:12 GMT -5
Kit swallowed, as Esme clicked one heel against the ground and watched her blowing dust off the top of the safe. Leave it, her mind cried out. Leave it! But naturally, Esme was undaunted by Kit's silent thought pleas, and she remained staring between R and the box questioningly.
Kit saw R's discomfort.
There was nothing else she could do.
"The box is mine, Esme," she said quietly.
"And what does it contain?" Esme prompted frostily.
"Exactly what you think it does."
Suddenly, the place was silent. A hose clattered limply to the ground. Lemony and Beatrice stared over at Kit.
"So this is the way you want it to be?" Esme snarled. "Keeping the secrets in a fireproof box? Giving lectures about unity, then going behind all of our backs to conceal what you think we can't stand to know about? That's friendship, Kit?"
"No. But that's what I did. Just don't blame R," she added, turning away to hide her hot, tear-filled eyes. "She didn't even know what was in there. She just kept it for me."
Kit's mind was turning. What must Esme think? First Beatrice stole her fancy dress costume in order to intercept a message she wasn't supposed to hear, and now her former friend was hiding secrets from her in a steel box. But that wasn't it. The box was R's business alone - Kit was just trying to protect her. She knew that the box contained research and codes too important to be destroyed by fire, but if Esme had been told, she would have stolen them from spite.
It was better this way.
It had to be.
Esme turned on her heel. As she walked away, Kit heard her voice.
"I hope you know what you've started, K. I truly do."
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 28, 2006 15:52:04 GMT -5
Jacques went to the Veritable French Diner after having lunch with Lemony. He had heard there was an important package of information from a volunteer named Ishmael that he was supposed to receive. He knew that Olaf was out there somewhere, setting fires and gaining accomplices, but someday the world would know of his treachery and bad hygeine. A waiter had slipped a package onto the table without him noticing. He picked up the package, read the message on the back, and ran out of the diner.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 28, 2006 19:09:26 GMT -5
It wasn't that Esme hated Kit, Beatrice or any of her friends right now. Just because she was dating Olaf people had started treating her differently. Perhaps she was changing also. Olaf was older than herself and maybe his influence had begun to make her more irritable these days.
Sometimes when she was with Olaf he would talk about these people, telling her things she didn't know and the more she heard the less and less she liked them all. This marked the beginning of her schism. Splitting her away from the people she had grown up with, her schism left a sadness in her. Years later this would only turn into hate.
Esme looked back once more before disappearing around the street corner to meet Olaf.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 29, 2006 6:31:12 GMT -5
(...Who you need, it seems. I'll give it a try, if no one else desperately wants to.)
Olaf could hear the clattering of tap shoes from a while away.
He tucked the box of matches into the left pocket in his shirt, blowing out the glowing splint he'd been admiring for the past few seconds and dropping it to the ground. He glanced over his shoulder to check that his associates were well out of sight before ducking into the Veritable French Diner.
A man with a package in his arms flew past him, barely noticing Olaf and letting the doors swing violently behind him as he raced out of the diner.
Unaware that this had been Jacques Snicket, Olaf sat down at a table--not intending to order anything at the ridiculous prices he could see from the menu--and started to flick through the newspaper, as if he'd been there all afternoon.
Olaf chuckled to himself. Stupid volunteers.
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laret
Reptile Researcher
why is there a log in the middle of the graveyard in this picture?...
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Post by laret on Oct 29, 2006 15:46:38 GMT -5
lemony sat on a bench in the park, he had organised this as the meeting place with Dewey, he looked at his watch, one minute left, he looked around, he couldnt see dewey only the ice-cream vendor wheeling his way down the path, he glanced at his watch again then stood up and walked over to the vendor, "can i have an ice-cream" He said "have you been good to your mother" came the reply from the vendor "the question is has she been good to me?" he replied a small smile touching his face maybe his plan would work, he gave dewey the parcel of research and took the ice-cream "i'll contact you when the time comes." said lemony trying to not mention anything incase their enimies were near and with that he turned and walked away from Dewey, he licked his ice-cream great mint, he knows i hate mint
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 29, 2006 16:11:07 GMT -5
Esme walked into the restaurant and looked around, scanning the room for him. She spotted Olaf behind a news paper at one side of the room. She meandered to her over to the table he was sitting at and took the seat across from him.
"Hello." she greeted. Looking at the menu at her place setting she asked "Are you eating here? I can't my tap lesson is soon. I can't dance on a full stomach." she explained looking at the drinks on the back page.
Tap lessons were originally just for V.F.D as a way to give messages in Morse code through a dance recital but her magazine also said that it was in style. The magazine was call "What's In What's Out and What You Should Avoid" it was kind of neat to play along with the ins and outs that the magazine suggested it was a growing fad with her.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 30, 2006 16:05:41 GMT -5
Olaf glanced at her and then at his menu to pick something for them both of a low price before she pick something of the opposite. He folded the newspaper over his lap, he put on a smile after noticing that she looked distressed.
He decided to say nothing about it, and instead he called over the waiter to order his cheap bottle of wine, before nodding at her briefly and hoping she doesn't ask for anything else.
Something bursting into flames from the kitchen reminded him, and he brightened instantly. If R or her belongings didn't survive that fire it would suit him just fine.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 30, 2006 16:12:20 GMT -5
(I'm so excited that your playing Olaf! *SQUEE*)
Watching the waiter walk away before she she had a chance to add that she wanted a glass of water, her lip lipsticked lips formed a light frown. Esme closed her menu and laid it off to the side of the table.
"You look quite happy about something." Esme commented. Tapping her nails on the table she looked around to see if there was anyone she knew around.
Turning her attention back to him she ran her finger tips over the table cloth. She abruptly stopped. He hated it when she fidgeted. Infamous for popping her lips and taping her fingers and feet she never truly sat still.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 30, 2006 16:31:47 GMT -5
(SQUEE!!! ....Aww, I'm a geek...it didn't work as well when I said it...)
He wiped the grin off his face instantly, not about to get caught out, especially not by his girlfriend.
'I'm just happy to see you,' he lied flawlessly, swallowing down his fire-enduced glee. 'Although you look a bit troubled... aside from the fact that you're fidgeting... is anything wrong?'
He made the quick decision that a negative comment on her appearance was a bitter pill to swallow, and floowed up with; 'But you do look lovely today. Have you done something different with your hair?'
Flattery and Esmé went together like bread and butter after all, he remembered.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 30, 2006 16:38:58 GMT -5
A large grin spread across her face instantly. "Yes. New conditioner. And new lipstick...bit darker." A warm happiness filled her up. He seemed to be able to make her feel that way even in these dark times.
She looked him up and down searching for something to compliment. Usually there wasn't much new on him but then she noticed it. "Did you get a new suit?" She asked leaning over to look at his legs too. "I like it." She smiled.
After a moment or two she asked. "....did you hear R's house burnt down? I found a metal chest in the wreckage but Kit decided to take responsibility for it and I decided to leave she is being so cold to me recently." Esme acted like she didn't know why but she knew that it was because she was dating this man.
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