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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2008 20:28:26 GMT -5
[Thanks! sorry for taking so long, I had writers block...]
In the darkness she could make out two beds, across from that was a small couch. Bertrand was sitting on one end, Lemony, holding the flashlight, was lying across the rest of it. On each bed was Kit and Beatrice on their respective beds. Esmé walked over to the couch, and prodded Lemony.
"Lemonhead, get up to let Esmé sit." Kit said sternly.
Lemony merely glared at Kit and sat down next to her on her bed. Esmé lay down on the bed, resting on Bertrand's lap. He stroked her hair, sighing contently. Esmé closed her eyes contentedly. Kit looked at Beatrice, puzzeled.
"So why are you living with Ol-" Beatrice started, but was interupted by a roar and a cry of
"ESBRAT!!!"
"Uh oh, hide, Esmé!" Bertrand hissed.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 1, 2008 22:08:34 GMT -5
[It’s fine! And writer’s block is the worst… I’m having a bit of it myself lately. ] Esmé gasped, and scrambled underneath the bed just as there came a knock at the door. “Don’t answer it,” Bertrand whispered to the others. A second knock followed. Bertrand, Lemony, Kit, and Beatrice all exchanged looks of dread. “What are we going to do if he doesn’t go away?” Beatrice asked fearfully. Before anyone could answer her question, Olaf bellowed loudly from the other side of the door: “Open this door immediately!” No one moved, nor did they say a word until Esmé sneezed from her place underneath the bed. “Ssshhh!” Lemony hissed. “Sorry,” Esmé replied. “But it’s dusty under here.” “Cover your mouth,” Kit suggested. Olaf banged his fist against the door. “I said open up!”Lemony began to tremble, while Kit swallowed nervously. Bertrand’s palms began to sweat, and Beatrice felt her anxiety rise. “He’s not going away,” Beatrice said in a low voice. “What are we going to do?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2008 17:17:29 GMT -5
[it sucks]
The knocking persisted.
"Olaf, what's all the racket?!" Shouted a voice that sounded like Jack Taylor.
"My orphan is in here with her friends, and they wont open up!" he cried, banging on the door.
"I have the keys, if your child is in here without permission, it is allowed." Jack replied, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket, "203, 203, Ah, here it is!" Esmé heard the lock clicking. Bertrand, Lemony and Dewey froze. They weren't supposed to be in the girl's room either. Just as the door open they slid under the bed beside Esmé.
"What are you two doing? And where's Esbrat?!" Olaf shouted.
"It's Esmé, and we are talking, it's not a crime." Kit replied calmly, it is our room, not yours Olaf. Mr. Taylor has permission to be in here, because he has the keys. You however, do not."
Esmé smiled in her hiding place. Kit always did have a knack for being calm in hard situations. Olaf ignored her and wandered around the room.
"Olaf, she obviously isn't here, she probably went down to the kitchen to get a midnight snack. Just go to bed and leave these girls alone." Jack said, pulling Olaf out of the room, "sorry girls" he added, closing the door behind him.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 4, 2008 14:33:02 GMT -5
“That was close!” Esmé gasped, heaving a sigh of relief as she crawled back out from underneath the bed.
“I’ll say,” Bertrand agreed, removing himself from their hiding place, along with Lemony and Dewey. “Who does that Olaf guy think he is, anyway?”
“He certainly had no right to go and make such a racket,” Lemony added, dusting off the sleeves of his pajamas.
“It’s a good thing my father came by when he did,” Beatrice pointed out. “Or we’d all be in a heap of trouble right now.”
“Perhaps I should be getting back to my room soon,” Esmé said. “I’d hate for any of you to get into trouble on account of me.”
“Don’t be silly,” Bertrand told her, and lay a hand on her shoulder. “Esmé, you’re the one who’s in trouble, whether Olaf is around or not. And no one is leaving this room until we’ve figured out what to do about it.”
“Olaf is a monster,” Beatrice remarked. “I feel anxious every time I see him.”
“He’s not one to be trusted,” Dewey said, drawing his arm around Kit. “That’s for sure.”
“That may be so,” Esmé said, and sat down on the bed. “But who else have a got to depend on?”
“You have us,” Bertrand reminded her, and seated himself beside her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2008 19:11:19 GMT -5
[I've been really busy lately]
Esmé beamed at all of them.
"Thank you all so much, Olaf has been horrible to me."
She lay on the couch, resting on Bertrand's lap.
"We need to prove that Olaf is a monster," Kit said "but how?"
[sorry so verry short but I must go and I presume you want to get on with it]
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 10, 2008 13:35:35 GMT -5
[Don’t worry about it. I know you have a life outside the computer. Also, don’t worry about your last post being short. It’s absolutely fine.] “It’ll be difficult to do,” Beatrice pointed out. “You’ve seen the way he acts in front of others— he’s nothing short of charming. It seems that no one but us knows just what a terrible person he truly is.” “That’s just it,” Bertrand replied, softly stroking Esmé’s hair. “What Olaf does is all an act. He isn’t really the charismatic gentleman everyone believes him to be.” Beatrice made a gagging noise, and Esmé laughed. “The only way we’ll be able to reveal Olaf’s true colors,” Kit said, “is if we do something that forces him to lose his temper in front of everyone.”“What is it you have in mind?” Esmé asked, lifting her head up from Bertrand’s lap. Kit smiled, and turned to Bertrand. “What are you looking at me for?” he demanded. “Remember how you were always the practical jokester back at Prufrock Prep?” said Kit. “Yes…” “Well, wouldn’t you like to relive some of those childhood memories?” “Not if it means seriously ticking off a man as monstrous as Olaf.” “What about Esmé?” Beatrice asked. Bertrand looked down at the small girl whose head was once again resting in his lap. “I see your point,” he said.
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Post by masterviolet456 on Feb 23, 2009 1:18:49 GMT -5
I can't believe he left.
He was so nice.
Any way we could continue this, Emma?
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Feb 23, 2009 21:07:17 GMT -5
I know. Whatever happened to him? And sure, Violet. We can continue this if you'd like.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2009 17:08:48 GMT -5
I believe we have something to finish
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 30, 2009 19:07:07 GMT -5
Yes, we do. Seeing as it was your turn, feel free to write the next post at your convenience.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2009 7:58:37 GMT -5
How did I get myself into this? Bertrand thought to himself. It was the next day, at dinner time, and Bertrand was crouching under Count Olaf's table.
The night before, after Olaf had left, the group had discussed into the early hours of the morning as to how they would display Olaf's true colors. Now, it was Bertrand who was stuck doing the prank itself.
Bertrand slowly, ever-so slowly reached out, grabbing one of Olaf's shoes.
"Ugh", Bertrand murmured to himself, "He's so smelly."
Making sure to not let Olaf on to his plan, he slowly undid the lace on the first shoe... then the second shoe... and he waited.
A loud roar came from above Bertrand, and he thought his ruse was discovered. Then a burst of loud laughter came from Olaf.
"Well played, Jack, that is quite the funny joke!" Olaf managed to say through choked laughter. Bertrand went back to his work. Ever so carefully, Bertrand reached out again, and tied his shoelaces together.
His job being done, Bertrand edged his way over to the edge of the table, and pushed back the table cloth just enough to allow him space to slide out.
Bertrand glanced around him, to see if anybody had noticed him sliding out from under the table; they hadn't. Nonchalantly, Bertrand walked over to where his friends were eating. He tapped Esmé on the shoulder.
"Can I sit down?" Bertrand asked.
"Yes, yes!" Esmé said, making room for Bertrand at the table. "How did it go?" She asked.
"Fine." Bertrand replied.
"Olaf didn't notice you?" Kit asked worriedly.
"No, don't worry, he doesn't suspect a thing." Bertrand said.
Lemony put a comforting hand around his sister's shoulder.
"Don't worry, sis, you know Bertrand, he's got the ninja moves!" Lemony said, giving Bertrand a high-five with his other hand.
"Well now all there is to do is wait." Esmé said.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 1, 2009 11:13:55 GMT -5
[You did just fine, and I laughed at the part about Olaf’s smelly feet. ] There is an old saying that goes ‘waiting is the hardest part’, and Esmé, Bertrand, and their friends felt their stomachs tense as they waited anxiously for their plan to take effect. “What if this doesn’t work?” Esmé asked worriedly, after a few moments of silence had passed. “It will,” replied Kit insistently. Esmé looked uncertain. Bertrand reached underneath the table to squeeze her hand, before giving her a reassuring smile. “You should eat something,” he said. Esmé shook her head. “I’m too nervous.” “Bertrand is right, Esmé,” Kit told her. “It’s important that you keep your strength up.” Esmé stole a quick glance at Olaf, who was still involved in his conversation with Jack Taylor. “What?” Bertrand asked. “What are you looking at them for?” “Olaf only allows me to eat food he approves of first,” Esmé said. “Why?” “He says it’s because he cares about me, and that he doesn’t want me getting fat.” “That’s the most absurd notion I’ve ever heard,” Lemony argued. “I mean, just look at you, Esmé. You’re nothing but skin and bones!” Before Esmé could vocalize a response, the thunderous crash of someone falling to the floor caught the attention of everyone in the dining hall. The sound was quickly followed by a string of curses, and she knew at once that the plan had succeeded.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2009 16:12:32 GMT -5
[Let's do this thing : D]
A roar came from the tangled body of Olaf.
"Esmé," Bertrand said hurriedly, "look really innocent, and run when he chases you, it'll give a better image; even though you didn't do it."
Esmé nodded. A second roar came from Olaf's direction as he attempted to disentangle himself from his shoes and the table cloth and assorted dishes he had pulled down with him. Giving up, Olaf stood up to his full height - table cloth and all - and turned toward Esmé
"Esbrat!" Olaf roared, and started chasing walking toward the table.
Esme let out a scream; part spurious because of what Bertrand had told her, but also part real, as Olaf did look really menacing. Olaf lumbered toward Esmé's table and pointed at her.
"You!" Olaf yelled. By now the entire dining hall was watching the scene. "You!" he roared again. Esmé screamed and started running in the opposite direction.
"Olaf, what are you doing?!" Jack cried.
"Stay out of this, Taylor," Olaf called back, "She's my brat; not yours."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 1, 2009 17:44:16 GMT -5
“Olaf, I hardly think this is the time or place to—”
“Are you daft, man? I said stay out of it!”
Esmé used the time in which Olaf seemed determined to argue with Jack Taylor to make her escape. Turning, she fled down the opposite side of the dining hall and past her friends to where the two double doors stood. She lunged herself against them and stumbled out into the hallway.
Esmé wasn’t sure how long it would take Olaf to untie his shoelaces, but she certainly wasn’t going to take any chances. She racked her brain, trying desperately to think of a place her former guardian would never think to look for her. Or at least not be able to find her.
And then it hit her.
The woods.
Taking off her heels, she bolted down the hallway in the direction of the front door, turning numerous corners along the way.
Esmé reached it in just under two minutes, when the sound of echoing footsteps from behind her caught her attention. Her hand resting on the door’s lever, she spun around just in time to see Olaf standing not twenty feet from her. He looked absolutely ferocious, his raised hands like claws as he loomed toward her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2009 21:28:03 GMT -5
Olaf loomed towards her; his shadow making him all the more frightening.
"It wasn't me! I swear!" Esmé squeaked.
From the corner of her eye, Esmé thought she saw movement; it was Bertrand. Trailing behind him was Lemony, Dewey, Beatrice and Kit. Esmé was going to call out, but Bertrand put his finger to his lips to quiet her.
"You are an ungrateful, undeserving, good-for-nothing, scum-bag... " Olaf started.
Betrand was behind him now.
"Don't. Talk. To. Esmé. Like. That." Bertrand spat, enunciating each word with a prod to Olaf's chest, "and by the way, it was me who pulled the prank." and he slapped Olaf straight across the face.
"Why you little!" Olaf roared, but he was still reeling from the fact that someone so young had hit him. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, Lemony tackled Olaf to the ground.
"Nice one, Lemon-head. You've earned some of my respect back." Kit said to him lovingly.
"Thanks for the compliment, sis, but I can't hold this beast down for very long. Someone tie his hands."
"Why you little good for nothing kids!" Olaf roared, but Lemony had Olaf pinned to the ground.
Kit and Beatrice ran off down a hallway back towards the dining rooms.
"Thanks you guys." Esmé said.
"When I get out of here, you're going to wish you'd never been born!" Olaf cried.
Just then, Kit returned with rope.
"Where's Beatrice?" Esmé asked.
"She's gone to get her father." Kit replied, "flip him over, lemon, so I can tie him."
"Sir, yes, ma'am." Lemony said, and obliged.
A few seconds later, Beatrice came walking back, with her father in tow.
"Jack, I can explain." Olaf said feebly.
"I don't want to hear it, Olaf. That was uncalled for. Completely uncalled for." Jack replied
"But, but-" Olaf tried again to put up his own defense.
"No buts, Olaf. And Esmé will be staying with my daughter and Kit Snicket tonight; if that's okay with you." Jack said this last bit to his daughter.
Beatrice and Kit nodded vigorously.
"Great. And Olaf, you'll be hearing from the heads of V.F.D. Now go on and finish your dinner, kids."
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