The Miraculous Misfortune Jul 3, 2008 12:06:35 GMT -5
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 3, 2008 12:06:35 GMT -5
The Miraculous Misfortune
An A Series of Unfortunate Events RPG by <3CaRmY<3 and Emma Squalor
After her mother is taken seriously ill, Esmé Salinger is sent to live with Count Olaf, her acting teacher and close family friend.
Esmé hadn’t said a word ever since Count Olaf had ushered her into the front seat of his long, black car. Esmé hated her father for making this arrangement. She hated her mother for being sick. But most of all she hated the idea that she might be leaving her home in Paltryville forever.
“It doesn’t have to be all bad, you know,” Olaf said as he leaned one arm out the window in order to tap some of the ash off the cigarette he had been smoking for the last few minutes. “Think of it as a new beginning. A fresh start of your life as an aspiring actress.”
Esmé said nothing, and instead chose to keep her face turned towards the window. The air was filled with a combination of cigarette smoke and horseradish, which overpowered her lungs and made her feel lightheaded. She thought of asking Olaf to please put out his cigarette, but that would require her to speak to him and she wanted him to know how much she disapproved of this arrangement.
“I’m having some acquaintances of mine over for dinner this Friday,” continued Olaf, who was evidently oblivious to his young passenger’s silence. “Actually, they’re members of my adult acting class. Perhaps you’d be interested in performing something for them. That is if you’re feeling up to it.”
As they arrived at the outskirts of Paltryville and prepared to continue on to the next town, Esmé leaned over in her seat and pulled up her sock. She knew she should be grateful to Olaf for agreeing to her parents’ request to let her live with him, but she wasn’t. Instead she was resentful with everyone for the circumstances that were currently plaguing her life. She hadn’t even been allowed to take along her cat, which had been given away to neighbors.
“This isn’t fair,” Esmé said. These were the first words she had spoken since that morning when she had told her father that she hated him.
“My dear,” Olaf said, “life isn’t all fairytales and happy endings. It’s full of unfairness and misfortune, but I suppose you must know that by now.”