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Post by Jenny on Nov 1, 2006 17:00:09 GMT -5
'What the Hell are we doing here?' Olaf grumbled. 'I thought you'd be sewing this dress? And there's a lot cheaper places to get material from.'
He spotted Beatrice, and made every effort to turn both himself and Esmé around without making a scene or any noise.Unfortunately, it didn't work.
He groaned as Beatrice turned around to face her friend-- or ex-friend, depending on how far he'd managed to sway Esmé earlier-- thinking how time-consuming arguments were, and how little time he actually had before the Opera.
(Happy... Chem revision to me! And Hanna-- will Jerome be at the opera? No. The 'eventually' was probably a giveaway.)
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 1, 2006 17:10:46 GMT -5
(Sureness.)
This was her favorite shop. It was so classy with it's blue and white marble tiles and beige walls. "We have to get the fabric here because it's in right now. Therefore the shop buys all the fabric in town so that it's only sold here. It won't be expensive. " Esme reassured.
Esme bent over and pulled some of the creamy white fabric out from the shelf. As she turn back around to face him she faced Beatrice. "Oh." was the only thing she managed to say.
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 1, 2006 17:18:26 GMT -5
"Oh."
Beatrice turned around and was face-to-face with Esme. Finally Esme managed to speak.
"What - what are you doing here?" she said.
"I'm going to an opera performance tonight. I needed an out fit. I really have to go." lied Beatrice, all feelings of remorse drying up in an instant. She turned on her heel and had begun to walk away when Esme grabbed her arm.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 1, 2006 17:45:27 GMT -5
She pushed the rolls of silk into Olaf's hands roughly. "Hold that" she ordered then grabbed Beatrice by the arm.
"No no don't go running away now. I want to speak with you. So first you're going to the Masquerade and now you going to the Opera too. Why all of the sudden you're quite the social butterfly. Or should I say dragonfly?" Esme said bitterly.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 1, 2006 18:05:10 GMT -5
Walking outside of the Veritable French Diner, Jacques was expecting a volunteer by the name of Gregor Anwhistle to meet him here. For a few minutes he waited inside the diner, sipping the bitter tea he had ordered along with a pack of sugar that he never opened. Wait… he thought. If the waiter thinks I'm Olaf, and Gregor Anwhistle has told him of our similarities, than the whole operation to save V.F.D.'s leaders would be shattered. This event was one more thing to add to his ever growing file on V.F.D. and the schism. He suddenly realized that if Olaf had told the waiter about the package, than that meant that Gregor Anwhistle had betrayed them all. He ran out of the diner, again, at high speed. Is there still time…? he wondered fearfully as he raced toward a vendor who sold newspapers.
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 1, 2006 18:15:47 GMT -5
"Esme, this is just so - stupid!" said Beatrice running from the shop, tears streaming from her eyes.
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 2, 2006 7:15:45 GMT -5
(Guys, I love where this is going. Good work. Hee hee).
Kit didn't want to make a mental note of how many times she'd seen her best friend cry that day, but it was certainly more than any other she could remember. Beatrice had once had her whole hand slashed open by an eagle on the Mortmain Mountains and barely blinked one of her long black eyelashes before wrapping it up and continuing her climb. Now, she was hurrying out of the In Boutique on Dark Avenue, eyes streaming again, with a cream dress and red shawl tucked in a package beneath her arm.
She opened the door and swallowed throatily as she sat in the front seat. Kit reached an arm from the back to comfort her, and Lemony smiled at her gently.
"Esme is in there," she said nonchalantly. "We had a little disagreement."
"She's in there by herself," Kit said quietly.
"No. Olaf, too."
Lemony looked back sharply at Kit.
"Don't -"
But Kit had already wrenched open the automobile door and clambered out, tumbling down the sidewalk to the In Boutique.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 2, 2006 13:24:25 GMT -5
Watching Beatrice leave and being almost shocked that she had burst into tears over such a comment, he finally thought himself free from all idiots, at least until that night. Now they could just buy the material and leave without any other unhelpful interruptions.
As Kit Snicket burst through the doors of the In Boutique, a look of absolute ferocity on her face as he met her deep eyes for as long as he could stand it, he glanced over at Esmé-- blissfully unaware of Kit's presence and picking out something else to be used for her dressmaking while holding a vapid conversation with the ageing person behind the counter-- and realized that things were just simply not going his way today.
'What are you doing here?' he mouthed, trying to usher Kit out of the doors again before she introduced Esmé to a whole other side of the story that might not be so flatterig on his part, without much success.
And before he knew it, Kit had said a lot of things he wished she hadn't.
(Sorry. I was trying to leave it a bit blank for whoever wanted to post next, but it didn't work. That was cheesy in the extreme. I won't do it again.)
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 2, 2006 15:59:30 GMT -5
Esme gaped at Kit as she saw her. Why was everyone here? no one shopped in this neighborhood except for her. "what do you want?" Esme sneered as Kit marched up to her.
Esme gaped as she listened to Kit in silence. When she was through. She simply blinked at her and then turned to Olaf. "Is this true?" she asked. (I'm assuming we are alluding to Olaf and Kit having a previous relationship? Are we all on that page? If not ignore the rest of this post. I think we best wait for our Kit to post. Also we have to be careful of giving away spoilers in this thing....)
Esme wasn't exactly mad at Olaf. She was amazed but not mad. she was mad at Kit. "You b-" she started to stay but was cut off.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 2, 2006 16:16:39 GMT -5
(maybe we should refer instead to Olaf's part in working against V.F.D and setting R.'s house on fire to avoid spoilers and something that the people in the RP will find difficult to explain? I don't know-- maybe you're right, we should wait for the Kit.)
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 2, 2006 17:49:21 GMT -5
Jacques approached the newspaper vendor, who immediately recognized Jacques. “Jacques! I thought you were at the Valley of Four Drafts working on your file." "I was," answered Jacques quickly. "But as soon as I had heard of the fire at R.'s mansion, I knew I had to come back." "What do you need me to do?" the volunteer seriously asked. "I need a message sent to all volunteers. The message is: La Forza del Destino tonight. Olaf will be there, too. Our leaders are in danger." "Alright, Jacques." the volunteer said as he glanced nervously around the street. Jacques nodded and started to head for where his siblings and their associates were.
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Post by fiendishthingie on Nov 3, 2006 10:57:19 GMT -5
(You guys waited for me? Sweetness. Okay, here I am).
"Olaf, I know you're better than this," Kit cried earnestly. "I know what you've done - what you did to R's house," she said weakly, before adding with quiet determination, "and what you did to me. But I also know -"
"What is she talking about?" Esme said coldly.
Olaf swallowed.
"Both of you are good people," Kit attempted to get the situation back under control, but she could feel it slipping precariously away. "I mean, you don't have to go to the opera tonight just to inflict more pain and suffering on -"
"You said you wanted an evening out," Esme interrupted, talking to Olaf.
He swallowed again.
Both of the females in front of him were very beautiful. Both of them were trusting him when perhaps they shouldn't have. And right now, both of them looked very very angry.
(Is that okay? I don't know whether I should be putting words in your mouths as such, so I can edit if you want).
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 3, 2006 15:37:27 GMT -5
Esme looked at Olaf trying to find a sign that this was all a lie from Kit in an attempt to break them up. She saw nothing in Olaf that made her believe this was untrue but she loved him.
"I don't believe you." Esme said quietly to Kit. "Olaf doesn't lie to me...." she said hesitantly. "Not to me." She didn't believe the words coming out of her mouth but she continued anyway. "I'll see you at the Opera." she said curtly walking to the cash register to pay for the fabric and other things she was buying.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 3, 2006 15:54:25 GMT -5
Olaf glanced at them both, trying to swallow down what he knew was guilt but didn't believe it.
The teenager-- without parents or anyone else to trust-- who had thought more of him than he thought of himself, who had trusted him unconditionally even when it meant going against what she believed was right, and the young woman who had done all of these things and now stood staring at him, willing him to spare the other girl the upset and humiliation she herself had suffered.
He briefly reminded himself that if indeed Esmé did believe him over her friend about the fire and wasn't simply in denial he couldstill overrule Kit and carry on as normal. From the way he saw her shift and bite her lip, he knew this was unlikely.
Among these thoughts, and the uncomfortable silence, Olaf silently reminded himself that he in fact had an opera to go to this evening. And nothing Kit said was going to stop him, or at least he liked to think of himself as that strong willed.
He decided that the best thing to do was probably to carry on as normal, hoping that Esmé could remain in denial until tomorrow morning and that Kit would in future keep her mouth shut, so he swallowed down his doubt and finally said:
'I'll wait outside for you, then,' he said to Esmé, grabbing Kit's arm and steering her to the door. 'Pay quickly and we might actually get to this opera tonight.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 3, 2006 16:37:54 GMT -5
Esme paid for her items and marched out the door of the boutique. Olaf was waiting there. She handed him the left over money which was about 20 dollars. Walked off in the direction of the car. They set of to the run down house they currently had.
The cheap house was horrible but it kept you dry and slightly sheltered from wind. As they got home after a short drive Esme walked straight into the house to her sewing machine. the one possession she had that was worth anything.
As she sewed the white creamy silk she cried silently. Tears fell on her silk. She cried because she knew now all her friends were lost and she didn't know if Olaf was being honest with her. She didn't notice Olaf standing in the doorway until she finished her dress and was holding it in front of her.
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