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Post by Elle on Aug 11, 2008 22:18:45 GMT -5
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Post by melon head. on Aug 13, 2008 3:37:03 GMT -5
[Brilliant, Elle! And sweater vests are so sexy.]
"Someone punched Ernest in the face!" came the excited voice of Dewey Denouement. He skipped into Beatrice and Esme's dorm, wearing a look of utter happiness. Usually, Beatrice and Esme would have glared at him intently until he left, knowing full well how he'd been treating Kit over the past few days. But now, they were too shocked to take this into account. The merely stared.
"Yeah, I dunno who, though. Ernest didn't want to talk about. He just stormed past, bleeding his lips off, muttering about how she was lucky that men aren't allowed to beat women. I'm guessing it was a girl. That's pretty cool, considering Ernest is the most sexist man on the planet."
Dewey paused to breathe, something he'd been hesitant to do since he began talking.
"Yeah, pretty amazing, huh?" Kit said, appearing at Dewey's side. She beamed proudly, and waved a bloody hand at the group.
"It was you," Dewey stated in shock.
"Yah huh."
Beatrice laughed in delight, squealing how proud she was of Kit. Esme clapped, her grin too wide for her cheeks to contain.
"I love you," Dewey sighed, smiling heartily. Instantly, he looked up in shock, realizing that the words he'd just uttered were audible for not only Kit's ears, but also Jerome's, Esme's and Beatrice's.
"Excuse me?" Kit yelped, facing Dewey.
"Nothing," Dewey said. "I said that you should seriously reconsider seeing Simon and forgive me and I'm free Saturday night if you want to see a film and-"
"Saturday sounds good," Kit interjected numbly. She looked stunned.
"I didn't mean to say-"
"That's okay." Kit smiled. "That's okay."
She motioned for Dewey to leave, which he did. She turned back to her friends, and said awkwardly, "Jerome was brilliant, too."
She let Jerome wander into his story for a while, and Esme listened intently. Beatrice watched Kit, who looked teary. She'd seen this look before. It was the sad look Kit wore when she'd had her heart broken, or when she'd been denied something she wanted terribly. It was the look that meant either of two things: One, that she was going to abandon all hope and give up, succumb to the pressure of her pressing life, or two, she was going to try and make everything alright.
And for everyone's sake, Beatrice hoped it was the latter.
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Post by Vanja on Aug 13, 2008 7:41:08 GMT -5
Beatrice hoped it was the latter?
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 13, 2008 11:17:32 GMT -5
Elle, I know I’ve said this twice already, but I love that drawing! Vanja, I also love the way you wrote that. *** Beatrice closed the door quietly and then sat down on the bed beside her friend. “It’s going to be okay, you know,” she said, taking Kit’s hand and nodding toward the other bed at Esmé. “I’ll look after her.” Somehow, Beatrice knew that wasn’t all Kit was worried about. “Are you still going to see Simon?” Beatrice asked after a moment. “Maybe if you agree to start seeing a therapist, then your parents might change their minds about taking you out of Prufrock Prep.” It was a long-shot, Beatrice thought, but maybe there was a chance that she and Esmé wouldn’t be forced to part ways with Kit. Jerome had stopped talking a while ago, and was now sitting on the bed alongside Esmé, rubbing her foot through the blankets. Kit and Beatrice knew that if any of the administrative staff walked in and saw the display, they would deem it as inappropriate behavior. The very thought made Beatrice laugh, considering the idea that Jerome of all people was capable of anything inappropriate was completely absurd. Besides, with the door closed and classes still in full swing, it wasn’t likely that anyone except maybe Dewey would be passing by. “What?” Esmé asked. “Nothing,” Beatrice said. “I was just thinking how cute the two of you look right now.” Jerome turned to Esmé. “Would you like me to bring you something from the cafeteria?” he asked. Esmé shook her head. “I can do it,” Beatrice offered. “I was just going to volunteer right before you and Kit showed up.” “It might be better if I went,” Jerome said. “After all, boys aren’t allowed in the girls’ dorm, remember?” “No,” Esmé said. “That’s alright. I’m actually not feeling very hungry right now.” “Esmé, don’t be foolish,” Beatrice said, hoping that her tone sounded kinder than her words. “You’ve hardly eaten a bite of food all week!” “Stop yelling at me!” Esmé’s voice indicated tears, and Beatrice backed down, especially when she felt Kit lay a hand on her shoulder. “I wasn’t yelling,” Beatrice replied, her voice gentler. “I was simply stating that it isn’t healthy for you to continue on like this.” “You’re putting yourself in danger, Esmé,” Jerome said, and Esmé turned her attention from her friends to him. “Don’t you realize that?” Esmé nodded slowly, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t stand the thought of watching my girlfriend waste away to nothing,” Jerome continued, and Esmé swore that she could see tears brimming at the corners of his emerald eyes.
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Post by Vanja on Aug 13, 2008 20:02:09 GMT -5
ahh so awfully cute
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Post by melon head. on Aug 13, 2008 22:17:01 GMT -5
It was always the same, Kit thought, no matter who said it. When she'd caught her father cheating on her mother, he'd given her the "You don't understand what it's like to be me" speech. When she'd found Jacques on the verge of cutting himself on his upper arm, he'd explained how hard it was to live the way he did. And now, as Esme slowly tried to talk her way out of medication or mental help, Kit found herself listening to the same speech again.
"You do need help, Esme," she insisted. "You obviously suffer from bulimia, or something of that nature."
Esme retorted with the fact that she had full control over her throwing up. Beatrice rolled her eyes. Jerome murmured something about separating myths from reality, which Kit found ridiculously off-topic.
Jacques appeared, his face distort with worry. "Geraldine-" he began.
"Squalor! What do you think you're doing in here?"
The group turned to see Mrs Pickett, the always-grumpy old secretary of the principal. She'd been at Prufrock Prep for God knows how long, and although she was ancient, she never seemed to age. Behind her stood s mug Geraldine Julienne. Jcaques managed to hide himself behind the girls' door.
"Out this instant!"
Jerome obeyed, flying out of the room so fast that he might've been on fire. Satisfied, Mrs Pickett turned to Kit.
"Ms Julienne here has informed me of the severe beating you gave to Ernest Denouement. Can you confirm that you took part in this incident?"
Beatrice groaned on behalf of Kit, silently begging Geraldine to explode and cause a distraction. But Geraldine remained annoyingly intact, much to Beatrice's distaste. She watched as Kit nodded, and followed Mrs Pickett out the door sadly. Now Beatrice knew that Kit was going to give up once and for all, and this did not sit well with her.
"It was me!"
Beatrice sat up, alarmed, and it took her a full eight seconds to realize that it had not been her who had cried out these words. Nor had Esme, judging by the startled loook she was wearing. The voice had been a man's, and all four girls, Geraldine included, looked frantically around for Kit's knight in shining armor.
"Yeah, I kind of... blackmailed Kit into doing it. I told her that if she didn't I would... ruin her life."
Dewey stepped forward, and shrugged. "I hate my brother."
Mrs Pickett grabbed Dewey, and hauled him away. Geraldine seemed to be briefly disappointed that Kit was not in trouble, but resumed her air of smugness quickly. Over his shoulder, Dewey beamed, and mouthed, "I love you" at Kit. Beatrice and Esme looked at Kit expectantly, but Kit looked downright horrified.
"That's so sweet!" Jacques exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he sounded more and more like a girl each day. He registered Kit's expression, and his smile faded. 'What's wrong?"
Kit turned to her two best friends and her big brother. "That wasn't Dewey," she said, her voice shaking. "That was Frank."
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Post by Elle on Aug 13, 2008 23:17:13 GMT -5
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 14, 2008 9:31:53 GMT -5
Oh, this is the drawing you were talking about last night! It came out beautifully! Also, I just love your expressions lately. *** “You’re absolutely sure about that?” Beatrice questioned. Kit nodded slowly, and Beatrice could tell from the look on her friend’s face that she believed firmly in her accusation. In turn, Beatrice had no choice but to believe it, too. Everyone was still in such a state of surprise that they had nearly forgotten about Geraldine Julienne, who still obtained her position out in a hallway. “I’ll find a way to prove it was you,” she said nastily, and glared through the door at Kit. “So watch your back.” “Get lost, Geraldine,” Beatrice said. “The excitement’s all over. Why must you continue to create drama?” Geraldine smirked, and turned her attention on Esmé, who lowered her eyes to the floor. “I don’t know,” Geraldine admitted. “By the looks of things, I’d say you have all the drama you need right here.” Kit was about to tell Geraldine where she could go when she turned of her own accord and marched away. Jacques saw this as a chance to make his appearance, and he slipped out from behind the door and into the room. He sat down on the bed beside Esmé, while Beatrice got up and closed the door. “I don’t think we have to worry about Geraldine,” she said to her friends, although she wasn’t so sure. “She sounded pretty sincere when she threatened Kit,” Esmé pointed out. “And Geraldine is sneaky. Being head of the school newspaper only makes it easier for her.” Beatrice didn’t want to admit it, but she had a strong suspicion that by tomorrow morning the entire student body— along with the administrative staff —would know all about the secret life of Esmé Gigi Genevieve Salinger. Even if Geraldine didn’t name names, it wouldn’t be difficult to spot the girl who threw up after every meal. Esmé seemed to read Beatrice’s mind, and sunk down into the bed in despair. “Geraldine is bound to write a story about what I’ve been doing and publish it in the school newspaper,” Esmé wailed. “If she does… if that happens then… then Jerome isn’t going to want to have anything more to do with me!” Jacques looked alarmed, and Kit prayed that he wasn’t thinking what she thought he might be. Did Jerome even swing that way? Kit doubted it. How could Jacques even consider taking Esmé’s boyfriend for himself, especially when such dire circumstances were involved? However, if Kit suspected further down the line that Jacques had something like that in mind, then she would do everything necessary to talk her brother out of it as soon as she got him alone. “Esmé, don’t be silly,” Beatrice said, remembering how Jerome had just referred to Esmé as his “girlfriend” not five minutes ago. And in front of Beatrice and Kit! “But he comes from such a wealthy and well-respected family,” Esmé continued in a trembling voice. “How do you think they’re going to react when word gets out about me?” “Esmé, I highly doubt that Mr. and Mrs. Squalor read our school’s newspaper. And besides, your problem is nothing to be ashamed of. You just need help.”
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Post by Vanja on Aug 14, 2008 15:00:24 GMT -5
wow shocking ! Frank loves Kit ? ? wow anyways great chapters
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Post by Elle on Aug 14, 2008 17:29:12 GMT -5
Ha! Jacques...
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Post by melon head. on Aug 31, 2008 3:09:42 GMT -5
[Elle, the guy in the first post was Dewey, but the Denouement who reappeared was Frank...]
Kit nodded at her friend reassuringly. "He's so crazy about you," she said firmly, emphasizing the last word for Jacques's benefit.
Jacques sensed what Kit was doing and stood up abruptly. "A word, my dearest sister?"
As Kit marched out of the room, she muttered to Esme and Beatrice, "I'm only his dearest sister because I'm his only sister."
Once out in the hallway, the two Snickets erupted at the same time, yelling over top of each other.
"Are you crushing on Esme's boyfriend? Seriously? That is so below you, even at your standards-"
"You're obliged to be concerned, but you're overreacting, I just think that Esme's going to break his heart, and I don't want to be the guy left with the depressed roommate-"
"I mean, it's not like you've ever acted this way before, so I didn't really know what to expect, but at the same time, it hardly surprised me that you would interfere with the only thing that makes Esme happy-"
"She acts as though she rules the world when she's not around you two, and once the novelty of Jerome dating her, she'll just step on his heart and run away with some older man-"
The siblings stopped talking at the same time.
"You think I'm gay?" Jacques asked, snorting.
"You think that Esme's going to break up with Jerome?" Kit asked, scowling.
"Listen, I am not gay, and certainly not interested in Jerome Squalor!" He slung his arm around Kit. "I wouldn't put it past Esme to be bored of Jerome after a while. You wait, he'll over-nurture her-"
"Esme likes being over-nurtured," Kit interrupted, although her voice was weak. She thought of how easily Esme had gotten over Bertrand, and how she had constantly jumped from boy to boy in the earlier years of Middle School. Jacques's theory made sense, and yet, Kit found herself in strong denial.
"She's never done any work with V.F.D.," Kit said, her voice hoarse. "I bet if Jerome was on the fire-starting side, she'd be over there in a second. And then she'll break up with him for someone else, but stay on the wrong side of the schism, and leave behind everything she had." The scene was unraveling in Kit's mind, the image of a torch-baring Esme horrendous, and yet crystal clear...
Kit looked up at her brother and shook her head. "No way," she said, trying to crack a smile.
"I guess," Jacques said, letting go of Kit. He started towards the door, but then stopped abruptly. "Oh, and you said that it was Frank who saved your butt and then mouthed 'I love you,' right?"
Kit nodded.
"Looks like Ernest isn't the only Denouement receiving a beating tonight."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 31, 2008 11:19:40 GMT -5
“Kit and Jacques have been out there a long time,” Esmé said. “What do you think they’re discussing?” Beatrice shrugged. “Search me,” she replied, although she had a sneaking suspicion as to what was up. The whole of Prufrock Prep was very much aware of Jacques Snicket’s sexual preference— it was just that no one chose to talk about it openly. Beatrice herself had suspected something early on in her friendship with Kit, but unless Beatrice or Esmé happened to get a crush on Jacques, Beatrice really didn’t care what his preference was. “I’m sure it isn’t anything important,” Beatrice said at last. “Why don’t you just try and get some sleep, Esmé? After all, you’re going to need to be well-rested for when you see Jerome again.” Beatrice was grateful that her words managed to get a smile out of Esmé, and she nodded. In all the years she had known Esmé, Beatrice didn’t believe she had ever seen her friend so taken with a guy before. Sure, each of Esmé’s crushes had lasted no more than a few weeks or a month at best. But never before had she shown the type of enthusiasm that she evidently expressed in Jerome Squalor. His opinion of her seemed to matter very much, and Beatrice couldn’t help consider that if the two ever broke up, that Esmé would be devastated. Especially now, with her being so weak and in need of affection. *** Jerome was on his way back from the cafeteria: in one hand he carried a small Styrofoam bowl containing chicken noodle soup, while in the other he clutched a container of orange juice. He was a little surprised to find Kit and Jacques standing out in the hallway a few doors away from the dorm that Kit shared with Beatrice and Esmé. All the same, Jerome smiled at the two Snicket siblings, taking only vague notice of the way Jacques seemed to blush as Jerome’s eyes met his. The three of them exchanged a brief greeting, in which Kit wished Jerome luck in getting Esmé to accept either of the items in his hands. “You just leave that to me,” he said. Jerome was about to decide how he was going to open the door with both hands full, when Jacques suddenly rushed forward and opened it for him. Jerome smiled politely and thanked his roommate, before entering his girlfriend’s dorm once more. At the sound of the door opening, Beatrice turned. “Jerome,” she said, “you’re back.” She smiled. “I figured you’d be too scared of Mrs. Pickett to risk a return.” “I know,” Jerome said, settling down on the floor beside Esmé’s bed once more. “But I was too worried about Esmé to stay away for very long.” “Esmé, wake up,” Beatrice said, noticing the way her friend had dozed off sometime during which neither of them had said anything. “You have company.”
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Post by Vanja on Aug 31, 2008 17:54:37 GMT -5
brilliant <3 as usual ,)
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Post by melon head. on Sept 2, 2008 3:38:56 GMT -5
"You love him," Kit hissed, once Jerome and Beatrice's conversation was muffled by the closed door.
"I really don't."
"Then how come you blush every time he comes near you? You did the same thing with Dimitri. And there's no point in denying it, either- thanks to Geraldine Julienne, the whole school knows. And I don't know how she managed to overlook that fact when she agreed to date you. The point is, why are you so shy? Jerome probably knows that you're gay anyway, I don't know why you're so worked up about it-"
The table that Jacques had been leaning on unexpectedly toppled over. "Shut up," he said through gritted teeth. "SHUT UP!"
Kit heard the silence fall from behind the door. She stepped back unsteadily.
"I know that I may just seem to exist only to be your brother, Kit, but I actually have feelings! I actually have a life! And the one time I make a friend, which is so hard for me to do, you accuse me of being gay! Maybe I'm just blushing because for the first time in my life, I actually have a friend, and not because I'm attracted towards them! These stupid rumors that go around are all so unbelievable, so why do you believe on about your own brother? Crazy though it may seem, maybe, for once in your life, you got something wrong."
And he stormed off without another word. Kit stared after him, her jaw slackened, until the third Snicket approached her from behind.
"Is Beatrice in there?' Lemony asked.
"In there," Kit replied numbly. Lemony swooped past her, a bouquet of flowers in his arms.
"Beatrice?" he called in a melodic voice, tapping lightly against the wall.
The door flew open. and put burst Beatrice, Jerome, and Esme, all at once. They toppled down the stairs one after the other, and left Kit and Lemony standing, dumbfounded.
"What the hell happened?" Lemony asked.
"No idea," Kit said. She hurried into her room and stuck her head out the window.
Outside, lying in the middle of the ash felt, was an unconscious Geraldine Julienne. A few teachers were around her, as was Dewey Denouement, Bertrand Baudelaire, and Beatrice, Esme and Jerome, who had evidently just arrived on the scene.
"What happened?" Kit asked in horror, scanning the grounds for some kind of evidence.
"Jacques happened," Lemony said, equally disgusted. Jacques was hidden in the playground, away from the scene of the crime, sitting quietly on the slide, holding a clenched fist in his opened palm, tearing running down his red face.
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Post by Vanja on Sept 2, 2008 10:45:56 GMT -5
great chapter can't wait for more
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