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Post by Jenny on Oct 30, 2006 16:48:31 GMT -5
He smiled at the compliment about his suit, especially since she'd gone giggly, as she so often did-- the theatre had been doing fairly well recently and he'd finally got together some money to buy something different to wear.
He was unable to wipe the smirk off his face at the comment about R, but whn he heard Kit's name mentioned it became quite serious, at least to him. After all, Kit was one woman able to tell Esmé quite a few things about Olaf she didn't already know along the lines of fires, associates and everything else besides.
'Don't worry about it,' His customary reply to everything, and it worked on most people (although it had failed with Esmé quite a few times). 'A metal chest?'
He hadn't known of this. More secrets, he said to himself. It seemed to be what volunteers lived for these days. He tried to ignore the fact that he was keeping as many if not more secrets and waited for her answer.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 30, 2006 17:27:23 GMT -5
"Yes. It was obviously R's, but Kit pretended like it was hers." Esme said and picked at her nails. "She's a real frosty box. Actually, she was mad at me when I first told her I even liked you. She got her back all up like she liked you or something. It was weird for her, especially since she is dating Dewey. Or she was at the time...." she rambled still very much a teen-aged girl and thus guilty of such rambling.
She fidgeted with the edge of the table cloth, and with her hair. She only stopped when he gave her the look. That look made her feel like a petulant child being told off but she said noting.
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 31, 2006 7:08:24 GMT -5
Kit looked up at the lean silhouette who was racing towards the flames from the direction of the Diner. Through the smoke, it took her a few minutes to discern quite who it could be, but eventually it became clear, and the sight cheered her up, just a little.
"Jacques!"
"Kit!" he cried, but not in her weary but cheerful tone. Instead, his was one of curt urgency, and he grabbed her wrist as he launched himself toward Lemony's car, where Lemony and Beatrice were convincing R to stay with them until she was back on her feet. When Jacques arrived at the car, Kit finally had a chance to look down at the parcel in his hands, and then she swallowed. She knew that hand-writing.
Silently, they all climbed inside the car. The silence was utter and bleak and it seemed to emanate like smoke from the package Jacques held in his lap.
"Tonight," it said, "at La Forza Del Destino."
The handwriting belonged clearly to that formidable, unfathomable woman with hair, but no trace of a beard.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 31, 2006 7:11:35 GMT -5
He decided to say nothing about Kit's reaction-- what could he say? And he couldn't pretend it wasn't still a sore spot-- and instead jumped straight on to what she thought to do about Kit's behaviour.
'What should w-- you do about Kit, do you think? She can't keep all these things from you. That's not what friendship's about, is it?'
He knew very well Kit's reasons-- everyone's reasons-- for hiding things, but kept these to himself. Being an actor, he knew how to pull someone's strings.
It wasn't that he thought Esmé stupid or gullible-- in fact, usually he thought the opposite and it was for this reason that he wanted to sway her to his way of thinking and to his way of life. She would be useful to have around if she turned out to be a bit more determined and intelligent than the teenager he saw her as. And even if she didn't end up doing much bidding for him in the long run, she was a pretty little thing, and he shouldn't mind keeping her.
A bit like a replacement Kit.
As soon as he'd thought it he knew it was ridiculous. Esmé and Kit would never be each other, though in that second he couldn't decide which he preffered.
It doesn't matter, he reminded himself. You know there's only one you can have.
Suddenly he remembered his reason for wanting to see her.
'What are you doing tonight?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 31, 2006 16:18:47 GMT -5
'I think Kit is just jealous that I have a good boyfriend that doesn't have his nose in a bunch of papers all the time. I mean you take me out and Dewey just takes her to the library."
"I'm free tonight? Why?" she asked. She quickly pulled her out her agenda to write down whatever he wanted to do her pen poised and ready.
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 31, 2006 17:16:31 GMT -5
Beatrice, R. and Kit sat in the roomy back seat poring over a sheet of hand-written paper. Finally Beatrice broke the silence.
"Tonight then?" she said.
"I guess so." said R. bleakly.
None, of them liked this. None of them liked it at all.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 31, 2006 19:57:03 GMT -5
Jacques opened the package and threw the wrappings onto the floor of the car. There was a wooden box, large enough for several long tubes that one could blow through and injure someone fatally with a projectile, like poison darts. Poison darts! V.F.D.’s leaders were going to attend the opera. The woman with hair but no beard must have given the package to a waiter who thought he was Olaf, due to their resemblance, and the fact that they were cousins. He had to tell the others in the car with him. Right now! “Guys.” he said, “this package was not meant for me. It was meant for Olaf, who was supposed to assassinate our leaders who will be attending the opera tonight, La Forza del Destino.”
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Post by Jenny on Nov 1, 2006 8:57:09 GMT -5
(I've been laughing for ages over a typo I made on page 2 that said 'floowed'. I'm easily pleased.)
'I was thinking we could go to the opera. A few associates of mine will be going, too.'
He stopped as the waiter approached him, expecting to be given a package. It was a surprise as the waiter silently placed the wine on the table along with two glasses and walked off before Olaf could enquire about the missing package.
As he stared at the wine in disbelief-- and as his girlfriend looked up, confused by his strange reaction-- it suddenly occured to him.
Jacques Snicket. The mysterious man running out of the diner with the package in his arms. He must have been mistaken for him again. And that meant that the dangerous weapons were in the volunteer's posession.Which meant that they would be using them against Olaf and his associates at the opera tonight. No matter who fell victim to this, Olaf couldn't afford to be losing associates at such a crucial stage. They had to be stopped.
Snapping into reality after this decision, Olaf snatched Esmé's pen, scribbling down plans on the back of a napkin.
'You might have to give that tap lesson a miss,' he blurted, quickly thinking up a way to sever all ties with Kit and grab another assistant for tonight. At her silence he added; 'Sweetheart. There's rather a lot I need to explain.'
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 1, 2006 11:38:01 GMT -5
Kit hoped the others in the car didn't see her pale at the mention of Olaf. He was doing this? He was trying to kill someone? Why? How could someone change so much in so little a time? What could they possibly --
The car jolted to a stop outside the headquarters. R and Jacques tumbled out, heads together as they pored over the wooden box, marked VFD. Lemony got out and opened the door for Beatrice, who scrutinised the box carefully too.
Kit took pride in her friend for a moment. Beatrice and Kit were tough, and respected amongst the male members of the organisation for their no-nonsense attitude and steady temperaments. They'd helped in many sticky situations, and were thought of as fearless and formidable, as well as feminine and charming. Well, Beatrice anyway, Kit thought wryly, shaking the dust and rubble off her black gloves.
R was different: she was a librarian even amongst librarians. Her memory was unrivalled, and her cataloguing instincts were surprising in their intensiveness and accuracy even after many years had passed. Everyone there knew that the loss of her house, and with it her books and information, would be crushing for her.
They all gathered inside the room Kit had been sitting in alone just an hour before. Lemony lit a fire and he and Beatrice sat on an armchair together. Jacque and R took another, and Kit settled into one by herself. They set the box on the coffee table and looked at it steadily for a few minutes.
Something had to be done.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 1, 2006 15:49:58 GMT -5
Olaf certainly was odd today, Esme thought watching him gape at the waiter as he walked away. She sipped her wine and scribbled something down in her organizer.Barley having swallowed her sip of wine, Esme gave a yelp as he snatched the pen from her hand. It left a blue streak on her hand which she promptly attend to rubbing off.
"Miss tap lessons? But tap lessons are In." Esme complained.He gave her a look which made her smile and say "Of course anything for you hunny." She pouted.
"What is there to explain?" She asked sipping her wine again. Tucking her agenda back in her purse. Olaf had barley finished writing when she stole her pen back from his grasp.
(Jenny! I'm dieing. I love this RP I've never seen anyone play Olaf this well with Esme. Love this! I'm laughing so hard)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 1, 2006 16:04:29 GMT -5
(Wow cool thanks)
'A lot!' Olaf replied, trying to keep the smile from his lips in order to keep the situation serious. This wasn't fun and games, even if they had ended up in a pen-fight. 'Seriously, Kit isn't who you think she is.'
At the questioning glance he recieved after such a statement, Olaf tried to turn caring and elaborated, patting her hand across the table. "Kit's a traitor. She's planning to kill associates of mine tonight at the opera. Which is why I need your help to stop her.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 1, 2006 16:12:55 GMT -5
Esme thought about it and it did make sense because she was on the other side. Esme would do anything Olaf asked of her. She wasn't entirely sure. Olaf's hand was reassuring. He had never given her reason not to trust him.
She looked down at Olaf's hand on her's.It was clear to her now. "Okay." Esme agreed, after all she had her eye on a necklace that she wanted for Christmas. "What do you want me to do.... More importantly, what will I wear?"
The second question was more rhetorical but she didn't have anything for the opera. the opera in town was a classy place, black tie only.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 1, 2006 16:24:39 GMT -5
(Yay! The subject of Esmé-clothing.)
Olaf had inwardly laughed at the question to begin with--putting it down to Esmé's recent 'In and Out' trend-- but he actually seriously considered it.
He hadn't the money to buy her something-- he wasn't the poorest man in town, but he certainly couldn't afford to go around buying unnecessarily expensive outfits that she would only wear once. He sighed, taking out his wallet with a sigh of unhappiness. Looking at it's rather bleak contents, he decided fifty might have to do.
'Buy something with that,' he said, grudgingly putting the notes into the palm of her hand. 'And all you have to do this evening is find Kit and the Baudelaire's, and make sure they aren't carrying around any poison darts. If they are, catch them. If they aren't, keep an eye on them because they're likely to get given them.R and some other volunteers such as Jacques and Lemony might be involved tonight, so if you suspect them of anything find some way to distract them. It shouldn't be that difficult.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 1, 2006 16:37:23 GMT -5
(Once again feel no pressure to continue posting unless you are really into it. )
The smallest things seemed to speak to Esme. A man could give her everything in the world but Esme could disregarded them and use the things for her own happiness but never love them. The things that made her love someone were so barley significant other people. As Olaf set the papers in her hand she froze and watched as he closed her hand over the money. She went red and smiled happily.
It took her a minute or so to get over her extreme feelings but then she jumped up from her chair. "I'll go now I wont have much time. I can't afford an opera dress with this but I can sew my own dress."
If Esme had any talent it was sewing. The dress was already laying itself out in her brain. white duchess silk. Little did she know that this dress would eventually be used in a scheme of her own out of jealousy for the man who had handed her the money to pay for it.
"Are you coming?"
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 1, 2006 16:40:12 GMT -5
They all stared at the darts with a horrible feeling of dread. Beatrice could feel Lemony's hand trembling beneath her own. She found it hard to believe Lemony would be helping them commit murder. He had always been sensitive, sweet and caring. She turned and kissed him gently, but only found fear where she should have felt warmth. Unable to take the silence any longer, she spoke. "I don't think I can do this. It's murder. I mean..." she said, pools of tears forming in her eyes. "I know we must, but it seems so wrong. Our organization could be shattered forever. Think of the consequences. We might never be able to pick up the pieces again." Little did Beatrice know how right she was.
About an hour later Beatrice stepped into the In Boutique. She had searched everywhere for an outfit to wear to the night's fateful events, as she had nothing suitable at home. She was taking at a look at a long, cream-colored dress when she heard the small bell above the door ring. She was about to turn to look, but the muffled taps of Esme's shoes told her immediately who it was. At this moment Beatrice felt the cold realization of what she was about to do wash over her. Suddenly, their fight about the costume seemed insignificant. Beatrice wanted nothing more than to apologize to Esme and tell her everything. Instead, she grabbed the dress and a beautiful red shawl and headed to the cash register.
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