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Post by Hermes on Aug 16, 2009 17:09:54 GMT -5
...What maiden name? Do I always miss these things? Bleaurghsnsjdnand. But actually, looking again, I realise this isn't really her name, just Olaf's attempt to reconstruct something illegible.
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Post by melon head. on Aug 16, 2009 20:10:18 GMT -5
Emma: I did have fun, thank you. The next night I had another party and we went to the city and rode this giant Ferris wheel, which was so much fun. Then last night I had a Marie Antoinette themed party which was great too. And thanks, I’m glad you like flirty!Kit. I just picture her as being really smart and surprised that she’s so popular, so she’s really enjoying that. And wow, you bowed down to me! That seems like something I’d do to you. ;D Nanaki: Yay! I’m so glad you like it. And you’re enjoying Olaf’s transition from mummy’s boy to big bad wolf… it’ll all mesh together soon enough (hopefully). JTB: Thank you! Yes, I think Lemony would be very observant when it comes to Olaf. Odds are he’ll encourage Bertrand and Kit to show each other more affection in public. Hermes: Thank you. I have no idea what Esmé’s last name might be (other than “Salinger”, of course, but I thought maybe I should be a bit more creative) so I decided to just make it indistinguishable. And as for Ms Cavalier, I didn’t have anything planned, but I’ll think of something… Jenny: That’s great that you like Kit. And Olaf… well, I imagine that he looks like he’s in his early twenties- just because in that time, most people looked older because they drank and smoked, but Olaf did neither. Also, his mummy takes good care of him and makes him wash his face Someone like Bertrand looks older because he smokes a fair bit (Don’t worry, he’ll quit once he becomes a father). .___. {O,o} /)__) -"-"- Rehearsals were amazing. Everyone is so… poetic. Even Esmé, who, despite the poor excuse for a monologue, has managed to come through for me. This play makes everybody seem less harmless and more human. Or maybe it’s just that Bertrand spends the entirety of the play in love with R’s character Aricia. I don’t know. "The day that robs him of his mother will see him enslaved to Hippolytus. For if you die, Hippolytus usurps the throne; but if you live, the throne belongs to your son." Olivia had tears in her eyes as she knelt before Beatrice, who was looking away in self-disgust. There was a long pause. “I don’t have a script,” Beatrice said eventually. She and Olivia laughed. So did Kit, who was sitting on Bertrand’s lap. I have to say, Bertrand pretends to be in love with R surprisingly well considering he has another girl sitting on him. Over two hours later (It’s a five-act play and we had a lunch break) everybody was shuffling out. Bertrand had his arm around Kit and I felt myself growing more and more upset by this, to the point where I found myself yelling his name from across the theatre. He squeezed Kit and hurried over to me. “Hey,” he breathed, shoving his hands into his back pockets. “Hi,” I said as I collected my things carefully. I’ll have you know that I’m extremely protective towards you, Diary- imagine if a student looked through this and saw the thing’s I’ve written. “I just wanted to ask you about your relationship with Kit.” What was I doing? “What about it?” Bertrand asked. “I just think that maybe you’re getting a bit distracted by her. I don’t think having couples working together is the best idea- Beatrice and Lemony are okay, but you and Kit just seemed a little distracted today.” Bertrand looked taken aback. “Kit and I aren’t together, Sir,” he said. “You’re not?” “No! We’re just good friends. I know what it looks like, but it’s not, I swear. I know, she’s gorgeous, but I don’t think she thinks about me in that way, you know? I think she’s kind of disappointed in me because I smoke, and she’s so passionate about V.F.D. Maybe if I didn’t she’d think I was half-decent, but-“ “That’s fine!” I exclaimed, patting him on the back. He’d gone so sheepish and quiet, I couldn’t believe it. “You can always come to me if you need someone to talk to.” Did I mention Bertrand’s the best?
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Post by JTB on Aug 16, 2009 20:58:56 GMT -5
Despite the fangirlness, *squee!!!*
Excellent chapter, May. Really wonderful confrontation between Olaf and Bertrand, and how immediately after he learns Bertrand and Kit aren't together, Olaf very quickly warms up to him. Very, very nice job! ;D
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 16, 2009 22:14:29 GMT -5
Aww, I loved Olaf's little disguised attempt at figuring out if Bertrand and Kit are dating. And he's a smoker! I've got to side with Kit on this one, as I'm very against dating guys who smoke. Congrats to him for quitting once he becomes a daddy, and congrats to you for turning out another amazing chapter.
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Post by melon head. on Aug 21, 2009 17:29:08 GMT -5
Thank you, JTB. It’s okay, I don’t mind a bit of fan-girlism. And Emma, I hate guys who smoke. Glad to see we’re on the same page. Haha, I think Nanaki might be on to something… .___. {O,o} /)__) -"-"- You know how I’m a disgusting paedophile who deserves to die in a freak lawn mowing accident? Well, the situation’s worsened. Because now I am officially a bad friend, too. Yes, I consider myself to be a very close friend of… of one of the Denouement twins. I don’t know which one! They both joke around and call each other different names and I can’t keep up with who’s who. Don’t judge me. Anyway, today I stumbled upon something I wish I hadn’t… One of the Denouements was standing with Kit while waiting for their class. It was just the two of them. For the sake of this diary entry we’ll call the Denouement in question Frank, even though it may have been Ernest. Kit was talking about Bertrand- clearly he’d told her of the confrontation I’d staged earlier. “Poor Olaf,” Kit said. “I don’t blame him for getting so annoyed with Bertrand and me. It must be so annoying not knowing what’s going on personally with people you’re meant to be teaching.” Frank nodded. “And it probably doesn’t help that you and Bertrand flounce around like lovers, either.” Kit shot Frank a half-sinister, half-surprised look. “You don’t really think that, do you?” Frank shook his head after a moment, and Kit looked away awkwardly. “Do you like him?” The words had come so quietly, so meekly, out of Frank’s mouth that I only heard them because I saw his lips move. The way he looked at her, his eyes full of admiration, left me feeling guilty, although I wasn’t sure why. “Who?” Kit asked. “Olaf?” I stepped further out of their line of vision so they wouldn’t see me. “No,” Frank said, looking confounded that Kit had even thought of me as someone to like. “Bertrand.” “Oh,” Kit said, looking relieved. She de-tensed herself and leaned against a desk. “Only as a friend. He’s too… I dunno…” She sighed. “He’s not poetic, you know? I like people who really know their poetry, really know it, and can read Shakespeare without a current-day translation, and can understand what they’re acting. I mean, Bertrand can act, but I don't think he gives a damn about any characters' back stories or pasts or futures. He can't bring himself to do more than what's written in his script.” “I can do all of those things,” Frank said earnestly. Kit grinned. “I know, Dew.” See? She called him ‘Dew’! What the hell does that mean? Is he extremely moist after it rains or something? And then something occurred to me as I watched the pair. And it wasn't a good occurrence. This Denouement, whoever he might be, was in love with Kit Snicket as much as I was.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 21, 2009 18:15:19 GMT -5
I love how Kit's only interested in guys who are passionate about their acting. Shared interests are always a must in a relationship. When I read this, I literally threw back my head and laughed. And afterward I had tears in my eyes. That's how funny you are, May.
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Post by Hermes on Aug 22, 2009 11:15:15 GMT -5
This is wonderful - so, the Denouements are playing a complicated Gred/Forge game, are they? It's interesting to see that Dewey and Kit go back so far.
(Nitpick - you have Olaf refer to the Denouement triplets - shouldn't that be 'twins'?)
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Post by JTB on Aug 23, 2009 13:22:05 GMT -5
“I can do all of those things,” Frank said earnestly. Absolutely brillliant! I don't know if 'earnestly' was intentional, but I thought this was one of the best lines of the entire KD. Very nice. And this chapter was hilarious - freak lawn-mowing accident? *laughs hysterically*
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Post by nerdygal123 on Aug 23, 2009 17:46:17 GMT -5
I've been reading these and this is my first comment on this. BRILLIANT! I adore the way the characters are introduced and the way they act! This different side of Olaf is amazing. I think I am inspired to draw a scene from your story! And now I will sit here and wait for more...
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Post by melon head. on Aug 27, 2009 6:25:24 GMT -5
Thank you, Emma. I'm glad you laughed And Hermes, corrected that small error. Thanks JTB (Yes, it was intentional, I love a good sub-reference) and it's always nice to have new readers, so thanks nerdygal. I've been really busy so sorry for lack of updates. I should be back online fully come the weekend. .___. {O,o} /)__) -"-"- “It’s not much,” I pleaded. My mother gave me a stony look. “Yes, but still, you shouldn’t be borrowing money from your parents; especially at your age.” She shrugged her shoulders in a manner that I’d come to recognize as disappointment in me. I felt my mood flatten instantly, because it was becoming painfully obvious that even bringing up the topic of money had been a mistake. “You’re a Count, for crying out loud,” she said. “Surely you’d be able to whip up a few dollars with that title.” “Only by name,” I said coolly. “Not by reputation.” I should explain. My parents and I hate most of our European family. They’re money-hungry, powerful people and we want nothing to do with them. My parents fell in love and moved over here when they were sixteen, in an attempt to escape them- an attempt that seemed to have worked until the news of my birth was heard by my non-immediate family, and I was whisked to Europe, branded, and sent back home. A short excursion that I remember nothing of but I’m sure was scarring. “Still,” my mother said, twitching uncertainly. “You could blackmail them or something-“ “Mom, please.” I’d heard enough. “Well, have you thought about what you’re good at?” My father asked, prodding the fire with his poker and sitting down in the armchair closest to me. I was on the couch next to my mother, who has her arms crossed tightly. “You’re good at acting. Use that to your advantage.” “I have been using that to my advantage,” I sighed. “I’ve been teaching drama at V.F.D. for over two months, not including that ridiculous week off I got. The pay just isn’t good enough.” “That’s what you get for working with a bunch of volunteers,” Mom said wisely. “Well…” I looked to my parents. “I could teach acting classes. I had that idea months ago but I forgot… what do you think?” My mom looked nonplussed, and my dad muttered “Ignore her.” So that’s the plan. Now all I have to do is round up the students.
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Post by Invisible on Aug 27, 2009 6:43:48 GMT -5
Ooh! Nice chapter! Why does Olaf want the money, all of a sudden? Is it something to do with Kit?
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 27, 2009 12:43:40 GMT -5
That was fantastic, and I loved the little detail surrounding Olaf's "non-immediate family". I've always sort of wondered where his "Count" title came from, since he was never wealthy. You come up with such wonderful and creative ideas, May.
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Post by melon head. on Sept 7, 2009 5:45:10 GMT -5
Thank you guys! I guess Olaf just needs the money for living expenses, lswannabe. And Emma, thank you as always.
I am so sorry for the lack of updates; school's been hectic as it's the last few weeks and all our tests and projects are due. I know I said I'd be back online come the weekend but now it's looking more like I'll have to wait til the holidays. Sorry about this. I don't even have time to post anything now, but I'll try soon.
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Post by Invisible on Sept 7, 2009 13:05:44 GMT -5
That's OK, Maisy. Take your time
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Post by melon head. on Sept 29, 2009 1:35:29 GMT -5
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't been on in ages. I got an internship at a radio station, so between that and the work that's piling up these holidays, I really haven't had much time for anything else. I managed to write a quick new instalment, though- it's a bit silly and hastily done, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. .___. {O,o} /)__) -"-"- I am very, seriously, extremely worried. You may be asking why. I shall tell you. I think Esme Blahblahblooh fancies me. I know it sounds ridiculous but I had my first private drama lesson today and here’s what happened: I spent all week rounding up kids. I put up posters, told a number of my students and gave out flyers. I used the last of my money to book a venue- the community center just off campus. I was trying to get new people in so I refrained from telling all those who wouldn’t focus and told everyone else to bring their friends. I was approached by Nero yesterday who made me swear that I’d make an age limit of 15 years and over. “What?” I stuttered, taken aback by how close he was to me (and how madly he needed a shower). “Every girl at this damned school is falling in love with you!” he exclaimed. “The older kids know what’s right and wrong but I can’t have anyone too young spending extra time with you or they might take it the wrong way.” I didn’t know whether to feel insulted, defensive or flattered. Then came Saturday. In the class was Jacques, who looked scarily unapproachable today, as well as Mary and Joseph, who were hand in hand. Due to the age restrictions Beatrice wasn’t present. R hadn’t been able to convince a shy Kit to come, and so she was with a couple of girls who I’d never met. “They’re old friends from Canada,” she said, smiling. The girls all giggled and waved at me. I smiled back uncomfortably. There were numerous other children who’d heard about the class through posters at the center, and when I can be bothered I swear I’ll learn their names. The last people in were Esme and Geraldine. Esme looked icy, as per usual, but her face warmed when she saw me. “Hi,” she said quietly, taking my hand in a bizarre shake. She laced her fingers through mine and batted her eyelashes. I attempted to smile. The class was fine, everyone was good, yes, but the really important bit came when seemingly everybody had left and I was counting my earnings (I made enough money for a new tie!) and packing up. “Olaf?” came a bittersweet voice. It was Esme, leaning so heavily against the doorframe that she’d clearly fall without it. She slowly glided over to me, and, leaning in so close I could smell her strawberry scented lipstick, murmured, “I was wondering if you could coach me with my acting a bit?” Closer still. “In private, perhaps?” DOES THAT NOT SOUND SUGGESTIVE TO YOU??
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