Has It Been a Day or a Week
Character's: Violet and Bucky
Content: Violet's busy life and Bucky being Bucky.
Life has a funny way of moving on. It never stops. Here one second, gone the next. The events of those two years were like a blur. And yet, not much had changed. Olaf was dead, but he had forever impacted the lives of the Baudelaires. Certainly with the addition of Beatrice.
But life kept moving. No more answers were found, though Klaus would continually send out codes. Most parishes in the fire of the Denouement Hotel. They learned that once they returned. It had been two years since the events on the island. Really the only thing that seemed to change was Sunny. She was a little girl now, politely holding on to Violet's hand while a sleeping Beatrice was in her other arm, resting on her chest with her legs around her side.
Klaus just got accepted for an apprenticeship at a college which bode well for him getting in, even with a false identity. He was sixteen and insisted on helping the family. Violet took odd and end jobs just to make things meet. They lived in an abandoned factory that the Baudelaires converted. Money was always tight. She was constantly scraping pennies together. But tonight was going to try and be a special night. Even if Violet would lie and say she wasn't hungry. Klaus deserved this.
Sunny was debating on the wild mushrooms in the market when Violet took out the money in her pocket to recount. "We can get three of them and a small bottle of marsala." She told the little blonde.
Content: Violet's busy life and Bucky being Bucky.
Life has a funny way of moving on. It never stops. Here one second, gone the next. The events of those two years were like a blur. And yet, not much had changed. Olaf was dead, but he had forever impacted the lives of the Baudelaires. Certainly with the addition of Beatrice.
But life kept moving. No more answers were found, though Klaus would continually send out codes. Most parishes in the fire of the Denouement Hotel. They learned that once they returned. It had been two years since the events on the island. Really the only thing that seemed to change was Sunny. She was a little girl now, politely holding on to Violet's hand while a sleeping Beatrice was in her other arm, resting on her chest with her legs around her side.
Klaus just got accepted for an apprenticeship at a college which bode well for him getting in, even with a false identity. He was sixteen and insisted on helping the family. Violet took odd and end jobs just to make things meet. They lived in an abandoned factory that the Baudelaires converted. Money was always tight. She was constantly scraping pennies together. But tonight was going to try and be a special night. Even if Violet would lie and say she wasn't hungry. Klaus deserved this.
Sunny was debating on the wild mushrooms in the market when Violet took out the money in her pocket to recount. "We can get three of them and a small bottle of marsala." She told the little blonde.