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Post by notsoquiet on Jul 17, 2008 12:45:22 GMT -5
Basic plot: Lemony and Beatrice and Kit are stealing the sugarbowl from Esme. Add more people if you want. Anyone can write in. Add more to the plot. don't be random please. Have fun ------------------------------------------------ Rain fell, splashing everywhere. The cold day seemed like the sun will never shine again. A man wearing a brown rain coat, and a brown hat, and had no umbrella, walked quickly through the rain, desperate to get to his destanation. A newly bulit apartment buliding, Dark Aveune, was an expensive place. Also the people who live there, have a.....system of things "in" or "out." Fashonable or not. When the man arrived the apartment, it got much darker. More sinster to him. Trees towered him, seeming much bigger than they were. Meaning dark was "in." The man stood at the side of the buliding. Waiting. A person walked to him. "Hello Lemony." The man looked up. "Hello Beatrice."
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 17, 2008 19:45:56 GMT -5
Beatrice offered a weak smile, and sighed, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.
"Where's Kit?" She asked politely, looking around at her darkened surroundings. Lemony shrugged, also looking around. He seemed uncomfortable with the darkness, as if there was something or someone lurking around.
"She should be here soon."
The pair simply looked at each other, remaining quiet for a long moment. Beatrice could feel herself trembling as she thought about the reason they had come here to Dark Avenue. There were so many questions, but she kept them to herself, knowing Lemony was probably nervous as well. Taking a deep breath, she motioned to the door.
"Shall we go inside?"
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Post by melon head. on Jul 18, 2008 1:27:32 GMT -5
Kit brushed up beside them before they could venture onwards. "Bonjour," she greeted breathlessly, smiling.
"Hello," Beatrice said, hugging her friend. Kit kissed her brother on the cheek, and shuddered in the cold.
"We were just going to go inside," Lemony told her, biting his bottom lip to stop it quivering in the cold. Kit nodded, and the trio went through the sliding doors. They went in order of least terrified to most: Kit, stepping forward bravely, followed by a nervous Lemony and a practically shaking Beatrice.
"Ready?" Lemony asked, wondering if their pensive plan would succeed.
Kit nodded, and Beatrice muttered, "Ready."
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Post by notsoquiet on Jul 18, 2008 8:03:57 GMT -5
Beatrice took deep breath, "Follow me." and pushed the gates open. "Gates are in." mimcked Beatrice angrily. Lemony and Kit looked at each other.
Following Beatrice, Lemony looked at the buliding. A very tall place, barely could see anything with the trees covering it.
Kit looked at it, and thought it would be too sinster looking for people to live there.
Beatrice looked at it, only with pure disgust. "Stupid Esme."
The trio walked to the side of the buliding. Now to fix up their plan.
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Post by melon head. on Jul 20, 2008 2:45:09 GMT -5
"Did you all get your blueprints?" Kit asked, unrolling her own set.
"Did you 'all'?" Beatrice asked, beaming. She turned, and yelled to the open air, "Hear that everyone? Did all of you guys get your blueprints?"
"I thought you were really scared and worried?" Lemony asked Beatrice. "Why are you so cheerful?"
"I'm using jokes to distract myself," Beatrice told him, nodding.
"I'm very confused," Lemony said, turning to face his sister. "I understand what we're doing, but this method you've formated, Kit- how are we going to break through the seven sheets of bullet-proof glass that is fixed into every window in the apartment?"
"And Kit," Beatrice said, laughing, "now's not the time to bring up your whole super-laser-gun thing."
Kit rolled her eyes towards her friend. "Esme thinks she's smart," she told Lemony, "because she's got the ultimate protection on her windows. But what she doesn't have," she finished triumphantly, "is a lock."
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Post by notsoquiet on Jul 20, 2008 10:29:31 GMT -5
Lemony frowned, "What?"
"You heard me, dear brother, a lock. the woman doesn't really know much about-"
"Hey! What are you doing there?!?" the doorman, wearing a long coat, and a unibrow, not Count Olaf, stared angrily at them. Kit smiled, "We are thinking about renting a room here."
The man growled, "Why being so sneaky like?"
Lemony said, calmly, "Well that is what you think we are like. My sister and friend are just looking around the buliding. It is very-pretty." a lie. A huge lie.
The man grunted, then left.
Beatrice soon started laughing. "Being----all---sneaky like?"
Lemony grinned. But Kit frowned. "Beatrice, now, I will bring my super lase gun now."
Lemony said, "Don't be sil-"
Kit smiled, "Well, not laser gun. But a secret way, I do, in situations like this."
Beatrice smiled, "You been in a situation like this?"
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Post by melon head. on Jul 24, 2008 2:46:30 GMT -5
"All the time," Kit said wisely.
"And you've never been caught?"
"Not once."
Beatrice scoffed. "Please, you may be as quiet as a mouse, and your footsteps as light as a feather, and all of that ridiculous nonsense that V.D.F. approves of, but you don't have the one thing that I do."
"What might that be?"
"I can act," Beatrice said. "I can act very well. I could be a poor woman who needs money, or a bartender, or a fire-starting V.F.D. member, or a-"
"Ladies!"
Kit and Beatrice looked up. Lemony was hardly visible in the dim lighting of the lobby's interior, but they would make out his silhouette, clambering up the stairs.
"C'mon!" he called.
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Post by notsoquiet on Jul 24, 2008 3:51:17 GMT -5
Beatrice jaw dropped open. "Up those stairs?" Kit laughed, "That is the least of our problems. Come on Beatrice." and tugged Beatrice sleeve. Beatrice just stood there. [i[ They must think I am an idiot.[/i] thought Beatrice grimly. Lemony growled, "Today will be nice Beatrice!" For a shy man Kit thought to herself, he is extremely scary looking when he is angry. Kit whispered is Beatrice's ear, "Please Beatrice. Are you scared or lazy?" Beatrice whispered back, "I am thinking of what to do." Lemony heard this all, but didn't say anything. What was there to say? Beatrice had a much better reason.....planning the last bit of it. Then someone interupted her thoughts. "Well miss. You climbed mountains, why not stairs?" She turned around. "Jerome!"
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 26, 2008 17:02:24 GMT -5
Jerome Squalor smiled brightly at the trio, though it was difficult to see his face in the dim light of the hallway. He shifted the many paper grocery bags in his arms. "Well hello! What brings the three of you here?"
The three of them glanced at each other uneasily., silently daring each other to speak. "We're just here to see Esme." Kit explained, trying not to sound too annoyed about the visit.
"Oh, well that's nice." Jerome smiled again. "Please excuse me, I have to get these cans of tuna up to Esme. I don't care for it, but tuna's in right now, and you know I won't argue with her." He began to trudge up the long staircase. "I'll be seeing you three around, I suppose!"
The three adults exchanged glances again, looking warily at the long staircase. "Let's go then..." Beatrice said, starting up the stairs.
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Post by melon head. on Jul 26, 2008 20:56:11 GMT -5
Lemony shuffled nervously up the long flight of stairs, Beatrice dragging her feet behind him, and Kit overtaking him and taking two steps at a time. The walked in silence, not daring to speak, as Jerome was not too far ahead of them. A quarter of the way up, they overtook him. Normally, they would have offered to help with his bags, but they were in a hurry. They kept moving until his silhouette disappeared into the shadows.
"Jerome?" Beatrice called. Jerome was obviously too far below to hear her.
"Good," Kit panted, grasping the railing for support. "What are we going to do? We can't steal the sugar bowl from Esme under Jerome's nose."
"We could lie?" Beatrice suggested.
"He's my brother's best friend," Lemony pointed out. "Besides, we already have lied. Esme isn't even home."
"But Jerome doesn't know that," Kit said, pursing her lips. "Maybe this will work after all."
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Post by notsoquiet on Aug 5, 2008 7:12:29 GMT -5
Kit turned and ran up the stairs, "Jero-" she took a breath, "Jerome. We also came to see both of you. May we come with you?"
Jerome grinned, making Kit feel awful, "Of course! Nice to talk to old friend. Always is!"
Kit smiled. Lemony walked next to her, Beatrice followed.
"Let me help you." said Lemony, reaching out for the tuna.
Jerome backed, "Oh, no no! I am fine. So how are you now-a-days?"
"Very fine." lied Beatrice. She been spending months planning this out. Now it was slowly failing.
"Great!" said Kit. She was lying as well, for she has been spending weeks trying to locate her brother and friend, who gave her a message that they were in trouble.
"doing well." Lemony tried hard to smile, but also didn't have very good days, trying to solve codes, and playing his part as a volunteer. "But I had better days." he added.
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Post by Riley Poole on Aug 5, 2008 11:50:24 GMT -5
"Oh, well, I suppose we all have." Jerome shrugged as well as he could with his arms. "But I'm glad to hear that you are all well." The other three exchanged nervous smiles, continuing to follow Jerome up the winding staircase.
"How much farther is it?" Beatrice questioned, knowing full well that they were still a long way from the penthouse.
"It's actually quite a bit farther, I believe." Jerome frowned slightly. "These stairs are quite bothersome, but Esme insists that taking the stairs is in, so I'm not going to argue..."
Kit forced a smile towards Jerome. "You're right. I suppose if it's in, it must be the best thing to do."
Jerome shrugged again as they continued to climb the stairs. "Once we get up there, I'll make us some tea. Tea is very in right now, especially when there's a sugar bowl..."
Beatrice looked at her friends with wide eyes. "Y-Yes, that would be nice." She stammered with a fake smile.
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Post by notsoquiet on Aug 6, 2008 2:03:04 GMT -5
Lemony grew tried than triedest person. He clutch the rail for surport. "Uh." he breathed.
Beatrice smiled, "Come, Lemony, it isn't that ba-" she rolled her eyes, "Never mind, I am joking."
Jerome laughed, "Come, a nice drink is waiting for you Lemony..." he cooed.
Lemony began climbing the stairs faster.
Kit turned, and laughed even harder, but she didn't even think she had breath.
Beatrice climbed up and up and up, but was thinking one thing, "Esme, I will get the sugarbowl. It is mine. I will suceed!"
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Post by melon head. on Aug 13, 2008 5:58:57 GMT -5
"I'm terribly out of shape," Lemony explained to Jerome.
"You are? Lemony, look at yours truly and rephrase that sentence."
Lemony took in Jerome's pudgy face and enormous stomach. He grimaced, realizing that compared to Jerome, he was an incredibly fit man. Jerome was staring at him, waiting for Lemony to speak, but thankfully, Beatrice intervened.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she told Jerome, scolding. They passed a janitor, who was frowning. He licked his lips and looked at Kit.
"Scary," she murmured to Beatrice. Beatrice nodded, shaking slightly.
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Post by Riley Poole on Sept 12, 2008 19:23:08 GMT -5
"He...He looked familiar." Beatrice whispered, suddenly terrified. "I've seen him somewhere before..."
Kit opened her mouth to respond when they all realized that they had reached the pent-house. Jerome quickly unlocked the door, leading the others in.
"Well, what do you think? We just bought it."
"It's beautiful, Jerome!" Beatrice smiled. "Do you need help with those groceries?"
"No, thank you, Beatrice, I'll take care of it. Make yourselves at home." He smiled happily at the three guests and disappeared down a hallway. Lemony collapsed onto one of the couches, exhausted, as Kit observed the apartment carefully.
"How are we going to find the sugar bowl?!" She whispered. "This place is enormous!" She exchanged a worried glance with Beatrice, and Lemony mumbled something indecipherable. "What did you say, Lemony?"
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