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Post by Tryina Denouement on Jan 5, 2013 5:01:00 GMT -5
As much as I love Tryina, she can never be bee. Thank you. I don't want you marrying my e-mother.
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Post by B. on Jan 5, 2013 5:01:49 GMT -5
Capitalise my screen name, yo
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Jan 5, 2013 5:04:46 GMT -5
Capitalise my screen name, yo Oh you.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jan 5, 2013 11:21:06 GMT -5
--Chapter Three-- Sometimes Apologies are not enough.
But this time I can only apologise.
Sorry.
When reading the end of the last chapter, you may have thought that Justice Strauss was going to force the Baudelaires into an unfair trial with evil judges, and the Baudelaires would begin another tale of unfortunate events, all because of her.
Well, I Must apologise. After discovering Issac under my bed and removing him, I found Daniel inside the fridge, which must have been uncomfortable. So, I had to stop my typing and deal with him. Now, I believe I am alone, and can continue the story, and hope that you are not to confused. The Baudelaires will face an unfair trial with evil judges, and it will be the beginning of another tale of unfortunate event, all because od Justice Strauss. But They will not be forced.
I hope you are not to disappointed
There are times in your life, where you are misheard, and times when you are misinterpreted. For instance, If when on the run from the police you are heard shouting ‘ I will bike again.’, instead of ‘I will strike again.; you will have been misheard (unless of course, Daniel did mean he would bike again, but I am unaware of his skills a cyclist).But if you were to say ‘ I Need a safe place to hide’, and someone offers you a protected flatfish in which to conceal yourself, you have been misinterpreted.
Justice Strauss had been misinterpreted by the Baudelaires (and - I am sure - the readers) when she said she was putting the Baudelaires on trail no matter what they said.
The Baudelaires were so shocked and taken aback by the words justice had said, they had not listened to the way she had said them. They had not looked at the afraid and unsettled look on her face, and the deep, sad look in her eyes.
Justice Strauss walked over the Baudelaires threw her arms around them, and burst into tears.
The Baudelaires were confused at this, and they did not know what to do, expect stand there and wait for something to happen.
But they did not have to wait long as Justice Strauss pulled grabbed hold of violets and, and pulled her, along with Klaus, Sunny, and Beatrice inside her house and she shut the door.
Inside, she told the Baudelaires how scared she was, how she had hidden with the survivors of the fire, and had to wait many months before it was safe to return home. She told them how VFD Had waited in hope for The Baudelaires to return with the sugar bowl and Olaf in tow, and how they had eventually given up hope, and how the survivors had eventually drifted apart.
She told the Baudelaires how she had searched for the Baudelaires from the peak of mount fraught to the depths of lake lachrymose, from the foul-smelling horseradish factory of lousy lane, to the laborious lumber mill at Paltryville, from the distant village of vfd, to every area of the vast city she lived in, but had failed to find them
She told the Baudelaire how she had she had talked to people from the Baudelaires lives, such as mr poe to Charles, Vice Principal Nero to Hal, Collette to Carmelita, to see if the Baudelaire’s had contacted them in their search for help.
She told the Baudelaires of a sighting, two years ago, and of how she investigated the boat called Beatrice that had washed ashore, and how she had researched the name, and learned about the Baudelaires mother. She told them how she had encountered a man called Issac, with blue eyes, blonde hair, and weird, sticky out teeth, who had told her the Baudelaires were safe.
And the Baudelaires told her how the man called Issac had helped to protect the Baudelaires from danger, and he had organised a place for them to hide, safe from preying eyes, And how the man had not asked to be thanked for, any of his work.
And they told her how they had spent a year of their life on an island far away from the world, after they had overthrown a man called Ishmael, and helped bring baby Beatrice into this world, and they told her about the deaths of count olaf and Kit Snicket, as well as how their parents had visited the same island many years before.
And they told justice Strauss of their hectic journey back to the city, and what had happened with man at the bank, and how they did not want to be put on trial and sent to prison.
And Justice Strauss told the Baudelaires how she meant the Baudelaires had no choice, for anyone that saw them would put them on trial, as much as she wanted them to go free.
And then, Justice Strauss told th Baudelaires how she would hold the trial herself, to ensure a fair outcome, and she told them not to worry, and nothing could go wrong.
And the Baudelaires told justice Strauss, that things would
And the Baudelaires having had a long day, told justice Strauss they would go home, and return in the morning, but justice Strauss said she had enough room for four more people to sleep under her roof for the time being
And the Baudelaires slid into their beds, each one as worried as the next, not knowing what misfortunes the morning would bring
And As I slide into my blankets, clutching my teddy for courage, I warn you, dear reader, to not read the next chapter, and safe yourself from the terror the Baudelaires encounter when the Baudelaires begin investigating the whereabouts of Mr Poe.
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Post by Charlie on Jan 5, 2013 11:34:15 GMT -5
I love it so. I'm hoping that the safe place that Jospeh oraganised is the TARDIS. Although, that would lead us to the problem of how he attained it. Also, I find it really touching how Justice Strauss searched everywhere for them, like she really truly cared. Another thing, I love the opening to this chapter, very Snicketish. Last thing, it's interesting to note that the taxi driver from TPP doesn't come to the survivors with the Sugar Bowl. Thanks for the great chapter Mister MD!!!!11!!11!!!!!
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Jan 5, 2013 17:01:22 GMT -5
Yes, thanks for another interesting chapter, Mister MD!
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Jan 5, 2013 17:47:43 GMT -5
Yes, it's a good chapter. I also like that Justice Strauss has looked for the Baudelaires and I wonder what happens now, especially because I know it won't be good.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Jan 6, 2013 5:18:42 GMT -5
Issac is actually kind....
I am worried for those people.
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Post by Dante on Jan 6, 2013 5:49:46 GMT -5
It's nice for the Baudelaires that they have another true friend for once - but perhaps not a reliable one, if she's being duped by Issac. Or is she? Who's deceiving who here? But it's quite sad to think of her and the other volunteers waiting for the Baudelaires to return, and then they never do.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jan 6, 2013 5:52:16 GMT -5
Issac is actually kind.... . I Think Issac and MisterM have both blown each others goodness/evilness out of proportion. They are both ok guys, but each with different opinions about - well, I could tell you but...
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Jan 6, 2013 7:05:00 GMT -5
I Think Issac and MisterM have both blown each others goodness/evilness out of proportion. They are both ok guys, but each with different opinions about - well, I could tell you but... About things?
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Post by B. on Jan 6, 2013 7:47:16 GMT -5
I finally had time to read this, and I must say it was quite a good new chapter. I particularly like the back story between the author and Issac and Daniel. The last lines were amusing and snickety, as well.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jan 9, 2013 10:35:52 GMT -5
Scrap Sunday. Time for my favourtie chapter so far
Chapter Four
On A Friday morning, many years ago, and in a city that you have never been to, a man climbed out of his car, straightened his tie, and walked into the dark gloomy building in which he worked.
James Ford was 31 minutes and 19 seconds late.
When has woken up this morning, he had been on time. When he had got dressed and eaten his breakfast, he had been on time When he had kissed his wife goodbye, opened the front door, and stepped out into the morning sun, he had been on time.
But, somehow, instead of the usual 12 and a half minute drive to work, 43 minutes and 49 seconds had passed.
But James was a rational man, and, did not have time to deal with such trivial matters as this. Yesterday had been a busy enough day as it is, and he had a hard day ahead of him.
So James pushed the grimy dark doors and stepped inside.
He should have sat in the car for a while longer.
On A Friday morning, many years ago, and in a city that you have never been to, a man climbed out of his chair, straightened his tie, and opened the door fo his office and walked down the corridor
Guffin Mason was troubled.
Yesterday had been one of the busiest days of his life. Everything and anything had gone wrong. After receiving the information on Wednesday, guffin was sure nothing could get worse, but he was wrong. They had worked out who joseph was, and they were on to him as well.
But how they had learned this, was as big a question any. Issac had told them all they knew nothing, only that MisterM was nearby. Yet, somehow, they had uncovered.
And another question was why? Had Daniel let something slip? He didn’t trust daniel, so he was furious enough as it was
So Guffin pushed open the fire exit and fired the flare high into the sky
He should have stayed in his office for a while longer
On a Friday morning, many years ago, and in a city that you have never been to, a man shrugged out of the straps of the parachute, adjusted his tie, and walked out to the fire escape.
Daniel Mitchum was exhausted.
He had warned them, but no one had listened.
He walked down the cold metal steps and jumped last few rungs, and begun walking
He could see that idiot James Walking towards the main building, when he remembered something. Something in the back of his mind. A word, small, innocent, and completely harmless. Yet, still, it was important. Somehow anyway. He turned to go back to his office when a flare went of around the other side of the building.
Daniel ran towards the flare and forgot the word altogether
He should have gone to Stain’d by the sea, and none of this would have happened.
Klaus Baudelaire was relatively happy, given the circumstances. Yesterday had not been a good day, as the Baudelaires had learnt that Justice Strauss, due to her close personal connection with the Baudelaires, would not be allowed to judge the trial, and so Judge Loqaur would be holding the trial instead.
Yesterday, the Baudelaires had Visited the remains fo the Hotel Denouemnt, and the read names of the many who had died there, and all because of them and an evil, foul-smelling, one-eyebrowed man.
And Yesterday, The Baudelaire shad learned that Esme Squalor had been causing much grief and much fire for most of the city, but she still managed to evade capture.
And do today, Klaus was going to the police station, to ask about he investigation into the whereabouts Mr Poe.
Yet despite all this, Klaus found himself smiling.
He was smiling and the familiar smells and sights, views and vistas, people and aplce of the city he had grown up in.
It was only a brief smile, but it was enough
James was tapped.
On the back
Quite unexpectedly.
He had been walking across the foyer, when a young man of about 15 years of age, tapped him on the back and said ;excuse me.’
‘Jesus christ!. Good go lad, you scared the flei out of me!’ Sitting down on the nearest chair. He looked the boy Over. He was plainly dressed, with glasses and a small smile on his face.
‘Excuse me.’, he said again
‘Yes? What is it lad?’
‘I would like to speak with officer Mason.;
Ah. So he was interested in the esme squalor case. ‘Go on. Of with you.; He wasn’t exactly he first. The story of Esme Squalor was all over The Daily punctilio, so he could hardly blame the boy.
‘No wait please.! My name is Klaus Baudelaire, and I -’
‘WHAT? Well why didn’t you say so?’
‘I’m sorry?’
‘We would like to speak with you! My name is Ford. James Ford, and I am working with Officer Mason You may not have heard of me, but - well, lets just say Guff does like to steal the limelight a bit. Let me go and get him. You stay right there.’
James recalled seeing Mason in the parking lot just a few seconds ago, so he ran out the doors and looked around.
Daniel was shouting at him. Loudly. Something about ’ruining the plan’ and ‘defying orders from above’ James waited for Daniel to stomp of again, before telling James about Klaus’ arrival.
Daniel had never been so angry in his entire life. He Marched up the ladder, climbed the stairs and grabbed hold fo his rucksack.
He pulled the string apart, and pulled out a file labelled ; VFD - 1 of 6 ; HATCH SERVICE FILES - PART XIII ; PUSHING AND THE GREAT UNKOWN.
He then pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, and scribbled down a note, which he attached to the front, before leaving it on the roof.
Shouldering his rucksack, he went back down the stairs, and jumped the last few rungs of the ladder, and headed back to the bank. Joseph had better have sorted out those numbers by now…
Officers Ford and Mason walked back into the foyer after several minutes.
‘Apologies for the wait, young sir’ Ford smiled gently at Klaus. ‘Me and Mr Mason had to sort out a few, er - issues. If you’ll come this way we-
‘Don’t. even think about it.’ Mason spoke with a voice as sharp as ice. He had the look of a man who was always tired but tried not to show it. ‘Thank You very much for your visit mr Baudelaire, but I am afraid a situation ahs arisen.
‘What situation?’ Ford looked almost shocked at this news. ‘ Whatd o you mean.’
‘A Situation far more concerning than the disappearance of a banker. Good Day sir.’
‘Know wait just a minute.’ broke in ford ‘we’ve been wanting to talk to the Baudelaires for a long time and you…
‘I think it is unwise to question my authority at this time, James.’ Mason walked as fast as he could without actually running, in the general direction of the fire exit.
‘But sir-’
‘Good DAY!’, and mason disappeared
Ford sat down on the chair again, and let out a tremendous sigh ; ‘Sometimes I don’t know what he’s up to. Marching around like he owns the place. What situation? Pft.’
‘Is everything okay?’ Klaus asked ‘should I leave?’
‘Yes and no. To Both.’ Ford wore an expression that showed he had worn this expression before. ‘I Better go and er -. I dunno really. I suppose I could - no.’ Ford now seemed to have forgotten Klaus was here ‘And I don’t know about this morning. It feels like a part of my life went missing.;
‘Excuse me, ah, mr ford.’ Klaus said
‘Hm? Yes?’
‘Do you know anything? About -’
‘Mr Poe?’ Ford cut in. ‘No/ So far we have nothing. He seems to have vanished without a trace. He disappeared when he was driving his car other day. It was found rolling down a hill of its own accord. There we no witness no, well, nothing. The Press seem to be saying This is Emses work, but we have no real way of knowing. Its weird. Its like he’s been taken by some sort of - well unknown thing really. Sorry to disappoint you.’
‘ It’s fine’ Klaus lied. It was not fine. Mr Poe had disappeared yet no one saw where he went. Esme Sqaulor was begging a plot of some kind, he was sure. And something suspicious had happened at that prison. And Klaus needed to find out what it was.
But first, he had to go home.
On Friday evening, On the roof of a city you have never been to, A Trained parachutist landed elegantly next to a discarded parachute, and a file full of information. The Parachutist took hold the folder, but before she had to time to take the information, something happened.
An eagle flew, seemingly from nowhere, and attacked the woman. The exact details of her injury are to gruesome to describe here. All I will say is, the woman will not be seeing again any time soon.
And then, the eagle flew away, up into the sky.
Several minutes later a second parachutist arrived. He picked up the file quickly and set light to it.
‘Sorry.’ said the man, ans he dropped the burning pages of rhe side of the roof.
The Man went up to the woman, who was still slightly alive. The woman had hair, but she also had no beard.
The Man spoke again. ‘It was a bit cruel to use your own weapon against you.;
And then the man spoke a third time ; ‘You know who I am don’t you?’
The woman, of course could not see ‘no.’ she said, through gritted teeth
And then the man said Five chilling words, that haunt me to this day.
‘My Name is Mister M.’
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Post by Dante on Jan 9, 2013 12:50:00 GMT -5
DUN. DUN. DUNNNNN.
Very well-written chapter, MisterM. To be constructive, you could probably use a spellchecker or proofreader of some kind, but what you have here is really good; it actually mostly has a noir flavour, which is fitting given the links now to Stain'd-by-the-Sea. There's clearly a lot going on in your backstory, and I look forward to seeing it illuminated; certainly the circumstances of Mr. Poe's disappearance sound like something out of an urban myth. And that ending. Shudders.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jan 9, 2013 13:37:28 GMT -5
Thank you very much Dante!
Yes, I have probably mroe pages about the backstory than I do actual story! Im not sure how many 'books' I will write, but there will definetly be at least 6.
And I will correct the spelling mistakes etc. at some point. I was gonan release this on sunday, but after I wrote the ending, I couldn't wait any longer!
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