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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 10:12:28 GMT -5
"People always ask me how I could stand it," Isadora replied, quietly. "I even considered going vegan, but that would be too restrictive. It'd be hard to me to give up cheese and ice cream. I don't eat jello, though - since it does come from animal bones."
Just then, the waitress shows up at the table. She asks, "How may I help you folks, today?"
"We'll have a large cheese pizza," ordered Klaus, "and two family orders of bread sticks. We'd also like two salad bars and two Pepsis, unless you..." Klaus glances at Esme, as he didn't feel right ordering for her.
OOC: I wasn't sure, since there seemed to be no other children in the village. I thought they maybe grew up elsewhere, or something.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 11:32:51 GMT -5
“I’ll have a salad, too,” Esmé clarified, and smiled pleasantly at the waitress. “And an iced tea, no sugar.”
Over the years since she had been living with Olaf, Esmé had grown accustomed to having the things most people did themselves done on her behalf. She was unable to choose what outfit she would wear for the day unless her guardian approved of it first. When they went out to a restaurant— which wasn’t often, since Olaf never seemed to have much money —he always ordered for her. She wasn’t allowed foods like ice cream or cake, as he insisted they would only make her fat.
Esmé’s only hope was Fernald, who had been nothing but kind to her from the day they had met. He would often stop by when Olaf wasn’t around and keep her company. Fernald had even promised to come see her that evening, as Olaf had gone out of town and wouldn’t be back until the following afternoon.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 11:44:20 GMT -5
"So, Esme," Klaus commented, nervously, "Are you dating anyone?" He didn't want to pry, but he needed to learn more about this Esme.
"Should we put some music on the jukebox?" suggested Isadora, smiling.
OOC: There's also the fact that most of the villagers didn't seem to be very fond of children.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 12:09:17 GMT -5
Klaus nodded to Isadora, who got up and headed over to the jukebox. Once she was out of earshot, Esmé felt Klaus’ eyes focus on her.
“Well,” Esmé began, “there is this boy at boarding school I’m currently seeing. His name is Bertrand Baud—”
She paused, suddenly realizing that the last name of her boyfriend also happened to be that of the boy sitting across from her. Not only that, but she took into the consideration the fact that Klaus looked very much like Bertrand. Bertrand had black hair and blue eyes, but wore a similar pair of glasses similar to Klaus’. Bertrand hadn’t mentioned anything to Esmé about having a brother, and so maybe he and Klaus were cousins.
“Baudelaire,” Esmé finished. “Say… you wouldn’t happen to know him, would you?”
[Yes, I noticed that, too.]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 12:24:52 GMT -5
Klaus can hardly believe what he heard. "Bertrand Baudelaire?" he asked, stunned. "That's the name of my father. I don't know of any other Bertrand Baudelaires. Then, again, I guess there's so much of my family that I don't know."
OOC: About time to switch gears?
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 13:00:59 GMT -5
[That sounds good to me. I’ll just introduce Jerome now. ] Jerome Squalor was standing alone on Briny Beach, tossing rocks into the water. He had never learned to skip rocks properly, and was greatly jealous that his twelve-year-old brother didn’t seem to have any trouble. He hated to admit it, but Andrew Squalor was the pride and joy of their parents. Jerome, unfortunately, felt less than satisfactory. He was glad that Andrew had gone skiing with one of his friends from the Squalors’ country club for the weekend. He always wanted to tag along with his older brother, and although Jerome did enjoy Andrew’s company, the thought of who was better was never far from the older boy’s mind. Even at twelve, it was clear that Andrew was the more handsome and athletic of the two. Jerome had taken the train out of the city that morning to spend a relaxing day at the beach. He had planned on meeting his friend, Monty Montgomery, who was home from boarding school for the weekend. Jerome had passed the time waiting for Monty throwing rocks into the water, but was quickly growing bored of it.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 13:06:33 GMT -5
Violet Baudelaire, Duncan and Quigley Quagmire, and Jennifer Parker were all heading to Briny Beach.
"Not much has changed in the past five years," observed Violet. She then noticed a boy who appeared to be about her age. "Hi, there!"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 13:37:36 GMT -5
Jerome jolted forward at the sound of the voice. He nearly lost his balance and fell into the water, but managed to stop himself just in time.
He straightened up to see a group comprised of two boys and two girls around his own age heading toward him.
“Hello,” Jerome said, unable to stop himself from blushing.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 13:48:01 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you," Duncan replied, nervously. "My name is Duncan Quagmire - and this is my brother, Quigley."
"We also have a sister, Isadora," added Quigley. "We're triplets."
"I'm Violet Baudelaire," added Violet, "anhd this is Jennifer Parker."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 14:25:48 GMT -5
Jerome smiled, his emerald green eyes darting from one face to the next. “I’m Jerome Squalor,” he said. His eyes lowered and he nervously shuffled his foot across the sand.
Jerome Squalor had never been what one would call sociable, but he was a kind boy who just happened to be painfully shy. He had never dated, and the girls he did know treated him like one of their own girlfriends.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 17:29:05 GMT -5
"Jerome Squalor?" Violet asked, confused. This young man certainly didn't look like the Jerome Squalor that they knew, and he was much younger. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I used to spend a lot of time at this beach, when I was younger."
"Yeah, it's a real pleasure to meet you," agreed Quigley, flashing a lopsided smile.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 17:42:01 GMT -5
Jerome smiled back, and offered each of the four visitors a slightly trembling hand. “You, too,” he said. “All of you.”
He was just about to ask the group if they lived nearby, when he glanced up. Running toward them was Monty Montgomery, and Jerome raised a hand in greeting.
Forgetting his shyness for the moment, Jerome called to Monty: “Monty— over here!”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 17:54:35 GMT -5
"Monty," whispered Violet, very softly. This young man did look like a younger version of her second guardian. Tears then filled her eyes, as she realized how much she missed him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Monty," Quigley added, as the young man approached the group. He never met the other Monty, but he spent some time at the herpetologist's house.
"How do you do?" Jennifer asked, shyly.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 20, 2009 18:06:09 GMT -5
“Very well, thank you,” Monty replied. “My name is Montgomery Montgomery, but everyone calls me ‘Monty’.”
He didn’t know anyone except for Jerome, but the dark-haired girl did bear a striking resemblance to Beatrice Baudelaire, one of Monty’s schoolmates. He wondered if they might be related.
“Monty attends boarding school during the week,” explained Jerome, having at last recovered from his shyness. “So when the weekend comes around, we like to catch up on things.”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 20, 2009 18:12:24 GMT -5
As if Violet wasn't already shocked, she was now even more shocked. Not only did this Monty share a first name and physical appearance with her second guardian, but he also also the guardian's last name.
"Say, Monty," Violet asked, nervously, "are you, by any chance, interested in snakes?"
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