Quite an intriguing new chapter, Tryina. I'm surprised to see the Baudelaires, and specifically the Baudelaires sans Klaus; I wonder what he's up to. I'm also looking forward to hearing more about this new V.F.D. that's involved... (Also, you may want to try re-uploading one of your images, as Imageshack seems to have a problem with it - but that's Imageshack for you.)
Post by Tryina Denouement on Sept 23, 2012 6:55:13 GMT -5
After the two orphans had a good rest, they went to one of the kitchens in the penthouse apartment and they found Lew inside the kitchen, along with Violet, Sunny and Beatrice. Lewton was cooking brocolli and cheese soup, while Violet and Sunny was making bread to go with it. Beatrice was sewing a rag doll. “Come!” Lewton said, and as the orphans stepped inside, they realised there were two other people at the kitchen. They wore brown overalls like what the immigrants wore at that time. The two other people-in this case, girls-had different colored ribbons and numbers sewn on their overalls. One had the color pink on her overalls, when the other one had blue. They had the number 1.written in a different way.One was the usual, arabic 1, while the other one had the roman I on her clothes. “Hello! I’m Annie Sodor, and the girl with the blue ribbons and black hair is Clarabel Sodor. Nice to meet you!” Annie, the girl with the pink ribbons, which apparently had short, blonde hair, said. “Yes. I’m happy to be your comrades, miss! Anyway, who are your names?” Clarabel asked. “Samantha.” Samantha answered. “Nellie, but you can call me Nells.” Nellie answered. “Oh. Can I call you Sam Sam then?” Annie asked. “Oh, that would be a splendid idea!” Lew said. “I’ll call you both Sam Sam and Nells then.” Clarabel said. Violet and Sunny eyed Annie and Clarabel Sodor with a suspicious look. Beatrice was too busy sewing to take notice. “ Alright then. Let’s eat, and let’s discuss our mission.” Lew ended the conversation. The Baudelaires then talked with Samantha and Nellie. “If you don’t believe this, believe it.” The six-year-old Sunny said. Violet lowered down her voice to a whisper, “We were actually in stasis-you know, sleeping for a long time- and the one who put us to sleep was Dr. Nebra, a scientist. We were sleeping for a year and two months, instead of the actual two years. It’s been ten months since we’re awake, you know.” Beatrice then added, “When we had just stayed on New York City Harbour for two days, Klaus, Violet and Sunny’s brother, was seperated. He went on the Van Hermskerk, a ship heading for the Dutch East Indies.” Then, Nellie said, “I know just what you feel.” Violet and Samantha looked at the two comrades. They were putting something on the kitchen seasoning cabinet. “It’s the sugar bowl, girls.” Lew explained casually. But Samantha didn’t see it as a sugar bowl. It was a box, a dark red box. It was very, very, small, and it glowed a dim light as they put it in. Then, Lew said, “Welcome to the Volunteers Finding Department, Sam and Nells! The organisation is for finding people of noble hearts. Ok, I’ll explain to you later. But you’re a member now!” Each of the Baudelaire girls shook hands with Samantha and Nellie, saying congratulations. Annie and Clarabel looked excited. “Now we can work with you! We’re honored! Mr.T, our master, says that we could be Very Useful Volunteers. We’re happy to prove so!” Samantha merely nodded, unable to face such eccentric girls. They ate their brocolli and cheese soup while talking about joining V.F.D. But, as the seperate fate of me and my comrade, who has been observing the misadventures of the Baudelaires’ dear compatriots, have been, their future will be bad, and I hope you’ll stop reading this woeful chapter and the entire book. But, they hadn’t know what was laying ahead of them, as Samantha and Nellie went up the short stairs to their large room, which had been made by Lew. Sunny said, “Goodnight, Samantha and Nellie! Wish you a good sleep!” and Beatrice gave a little dramatic bow. Samantha chuckled. They looked at the two comrades going into their seperate bedrooms. “Do you find something odd about them?” Sunny whispered. “Yes.” Nellie and Samantha answered. As they changed their clothes, went to bed, and wondered on what will happen tommorow, I hope they will never know the grotesque truth beyond, but they will know. Soon.
Very nice illustration there at the bottom, Tryina. They remind me of antique dolls. Interesting chapter, too; a new organisation dedicated to finding volunteers and volunteer-capable individuals is a pretty interesting counterpart to what's going on in Tiago's series. As for the Sodors, I wonder if they're fond of trains.