Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 16, 2008 11:56:40 GMT -5
Under a Trained Eye
An A Series of Unfortunate Events RPG by Elle, Edina Baudelaire, and Emma Squalor
A new year has begun at the V.F.D. Training School, and with it has come many new recruits.
Cast List
Elle: Beatrice, Dewey, Frank, Jacques, Kit, Lemony, Olaf, and R.
Edina Baudelaire: Bertrand, Ernest, Frank, Geraldine, Miranda, and Thursday.
Emma Squalor: Esmé, Jerome, Beatrice, Jacques, Jerome, Lemony, and R.
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The V.F.D. Training School was nestled securely in a secluded area of the Mortmain Mountains. To someone passing by, the brick building would appear to be nothing more than an average factory. But to a teacher, student, or even a visitor the school was so much more. For instance, when one entered the building, the first thing they saw was not an assortment of machinery, but an open hallway with bright blue lockers on one side and a set of classrooms on the other. Sculpted above the two front doors was a large eye, which seemed to stare down at the students and teachers alike as they entered. To many, it felt as though they were being observed under a trained eye.
Fall had just begun, and with it had come the students’ first semester at the V.F.D. Training School. Like every year, there would be many new recruits. Among them was a girl named Esmé Salinger who resided in the town of Paltryville. She was fifteen, with bright blue eyes and hair the color of a crow’s feathers. She was feeling particularly nervous on her first day, which was why she accidentally dropped her books on her way through the two double doors.
“Oh, damn,” Esmé muttered as she bent down to collect her books.
She was so busy with her books that she didn’t realize that her pencil had mistakenly rolled away. She was just getting to her feet when a young man around her own age hurried up to her.
“You dropped this,” he said, and held the pencil out to her.
The boy had dark brown hair and green— almost emerald —eyes. Like Esmé, the boy was dressed in the same V.F.D. Training School uniform that was worn by all first-years: a dark blue blazer with the eye insignia sewn onto the left breast, red tie, and slacks rather than a skirt.
“Thank you,” Esmé said, and took the pencil from the boy.
“I hope this doesn’t sound too forward of me,” the boy continued, “but I noticed you when you first came in. You looked a little nervous.”
“That’s because I am nervous.” Esmé tucked the pencil into the lower pocket of her blazer. “It is the first day, after all.”
“First time?”
Esmé nodded.
“Mine, too,” the boy said, then suddenly looked shocked. “Oh! How dreadfully rude of me… I haven’t even introduced myself yet!” Blushing slightly from embarrassment, he held out his hand. “I’m Jerome Squalor.”
Esmé permitted Jerome to shake her hand, though she hoped that the fresh coat of red nail polish she had applied that morning had at least dried. She would hate to leave any remnants on Jerome’s uniform, not to mention make a very bad first impression.
“I’m Esmé,” Esmé said. “Esmé Gigi Genevieve Salinger. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jerome.”
“Esmé,” he repeated. “And a beautiful name it is.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s your first class?”
“Note-taking,” Esmé said.
“Really?” Jerome asked as if he couldn’t believe it. “What a coincidence. That’s my first class, too. I know exactly where it is. We’ll walk over together.”
Before Esmé could protest (not that she really wanted to), Jerome had put his arm around her and was leading her down the hallway toward the classrooms.
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Reason for Editing: Added Elle's drawing.