Series Of Most Unfortunate Events(Starting, still accepting)

My character, Livinia Flint (3) is still missing from the orphan list. Could you change that please?

Livinia Flint is there and we can start!!

Yay! Are you going to make the first post?

Sure I'll start it, but there is one more thing I want to say before I post the start, the time that this is, is now, but a confusing now. So don't be shy to make there be more futuristic dressing and such. But other than that, the time is now.

The Bad Start:

After the rain came the wind joined, and the wind had no mercy. All the children ran inside with their belongings not wishing them to be soaked. The sky was swarmed with gloomy darkness, and no one spotted the tall woman walking quickly toward the three-story orphanage without an umbrella and without any other source of protection from the heavy rain and the whipping wind.

Instead she only carried a sense of purpose in her eyes, the purpose that there was something she must find. Something she must do. Finally arriving at the door that led into the building she knocked twice, particularly twice knowing that would be enough. Like she predicted it took no time for a plumb woman of age 40 plus to open the door for her with a frustrated look on her face.

The woman had a large nose with a slight wart sitting on it. Other than that though she had beautiful hazel eyes, beautiful until one looked at them too long.

“Excuse me? How may I help you?” the woman snapped unable to take the silence.

“I’m here for the orphans,” the five words shook the plumb woman greatly for she had heard them twice before.

“They are already gone,” after making her straight forward statement, the woman was about to close the door when Linda slipped her foot in-between the door and the door post.

“What? I told you what I know, now go!” the woman was now on the brink of all her frustration, ready to burst with anger, and yet ready to cry. She too knew about the key.

“They’re here aren’t they?” this was said softly by Linda, she knew what a protector looked like, she knew there was something this woman wasn’t telling her, she just knew. The older woman sighed loudly and quickly pulled Linda inside.

“You need to keep quiet about it okay? Think before you speak!” the woman looked back and forth, left and right, and then continued pulling Linda until they arrived in the kitchen, and then into the pantry. “They are here. But they are safe. Don’t take them away!”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but they won’t be safe long, people already know,”

“And you think I do not know that?” The two woman heard footsteps, fast pace like the feet were looking for someone. They both held their breath, fearful of whom it may be. The foot steps stoped in front of the pantry. They held each other and each thought about how much longer they wanted to live. The pantry door was starting to open. And then they heard shouts and screams from the children.

When that was heard, the older woman busted the pantry door open. They both ran out and saw a poor little boy hit in the head by the pantry door. “Oh no!” the woman cried. “Billy! He was my messenger!” Then the two women looked at each other. And immediately they ran upstairs to see what the shouts were about. When they got upstairs both ladies were shocked beyond belief. A large herd of mice were out scurrying around eating everything paper, and practically tearing the place apart.

“Who did this?” the large woman asked one of the little girls as the girl was jumping into her arms.

“I don’t know; we don’t know!!”

Mildred

The day started like any other. It was wondy and rainy and everything seemed oh-so dreary. Mildred, (Dew, as she was called by little Livinia), lay on her bed, staring at the cieling and listening to the rain patter on the roof. Her overalls felt damp and the house felt gloomy.

These days, with mum and dad gone, everything feels lousy, thought Dew. She sat up on her bed, as Daniella cam in, followed by Livinia, tottering unsteadily on her baby feet. Daniella was holding a box close to herself, as if it contained precious cargo. Dew looked at their faces, and knew they'd done something.
"What are you litlle darlings up to now?", she asked.

Daniella showed the box to Dea and in reply, the older girl screamed. In response to her reply, Daniella dropped the box, scattering the mice everywhere. Her continued screwming brought the matron and her elder siblings to the spot, looking terrified.

I stared into Daniella’s eyes and could tell that she was up to something. I followed her into the room that Dew was sitting in. Dew’s eyes were like deep pools of tears. I walked up to her and gave her a big hug. She smiled at me then looked over at Daniella who had an evil grin plastered on her face. They exchanged some words, none of which I understood, and Dew took the box from Daniella. I had a bad feeling about this. Dew peeked into the box and let loose a scream. She dropped the box, sending dozens of mice flying.
I shrieked and jumped into Dew’s arms, feeling safer there. In rushed two ladies, whom I have named Blub and Salow. I didn’t care who they were, as long as I was still with my siblings and got warm food each night. To me, they were almost non-existent. They yelped and jumped around the room, fleeing from the mice.
Dew hugged me tighter, as if I were about to fall. I snuggled up beside her, not wanting to let go. She was almost my new mommy, since my real mommy isn’t here anymore. I don’t exactly know what that means, except that I don’t get to see her anymore. Dew is special to me, more than my other siblings. They don’t seem to like me very much. But Dew and I get along great.
I sighed and murmured to myself. “Aji gooca wekici.” I know that it means that I miss mommy, but no one else understands. I wish that they did though. Then it would be so much easier to tell everyone about the mouse climbing up one of the ladies skirts. No one seemed to notice. So I just laughed.

Libby was in her room getting dressed to start another day at the orphanage. She looked in the mirror and brushed her curly hair. A speck of water fell down on her nose, so she looked up to see there was a leak in the ceiling. She stood up and walk over and sat on her bed. She was still able to see herself in the mirror from her bed, so she continued to brush her hair.

After brushing her hair she went to get one of her dresses. These were the only things remaining from her home after her parents got killed. She put the simple pink dress he mother gave her before she died and she slipped it over her head. It fell just below her knee.

Libby did not usually did not spend this much time in her room. She loved the other children, but not being from the same family as them made things awkward sometimes. Libby heard one of the Flints scream and was worried. She darted from her room into the other room. She saw Daniella drop a box onto the ground and mice go everywhere. A dozen rats come towards her. She quickly jumps onto a chair. Do not panic. She says to herself. They are just mice. What are they going to do? She thinks. She leaps off the chair. She runs to Seth's door and knocks a few times. When he comes to the door she asks, “ I do not mean to bother you, can you please help me clean up about four dozen mice?” She smiles shrugs her shoulders. Seth sighs and walks out the door. “ Thank you.” she says.

They walk into the room with all the mice. Libby gets on the floor and grabs a few mice and puts them in the box. Linda and a woman come up stairs. “Whats going on?” one of the ladies proclaim. Libby looks up at her and shrugs her shoulders.

“I walked into the room and there was mice everywhere. I did not see what happened.” I look to the Flints, who look terrified. “Thank goodness they had a box, or the mice would be all down stairs.”

“Is that so?” The woman asks. All the children nod. “Well we better get them picked up then.” She say putting the little one down and starts to pick up the mice.

Spoiler

Sorry this sucks, I had to bring Seth in, but I wasn't sure how >.>

Seth

I kind of thought it was comical to watch all of the girls screaming over a bunch of mice. I couldn't help but laugh, though I knew I shouldn't. No, I didn't hate living with four other girls, I didn't even mind being the only boy in the mix. They mostly let me be, and I returned the favor. In fact, living with girls such as these always seemed to brighten my day, even when nothing much else could.

I bent to help the girls pick up the mice, putting them back into the tiny box they came from. It amazed me how Danielle had even fit so many mice into such a small box. When they were all packed back into their box, I stood and was on my way out the door when I turned back to watch them all once more. They were strong girls, every one of them knew what it was like to lose someone they loved. We'd all lost our parents, we'd all had to give up the lives we once knew.

There was something about the courage they had to move on from that kind of loss--though I was sure most of that courage was just a play--that made me look up to them. I had yet to master keeping my hurt and anger inside, hiding it like they could. Maybe that was why I'd always locked myself in my room; to be left alone so that I could mourn on my own.

Smiling to myself, I left the room and walked down the long hallway. I considered going back to the confines of my room--I considered letting everything out like I normally did: with a song or a new drawing in my sketchpad. And for a moment, I considered going back to the girls, in laughing some more with them, being social rather than keeping myself locked up all of the time like a weak little kid.

Without a second thought or time to change my mind, I turned around and walked back to the room the girls were in. I could let myself enjoy one night of happiness, couldn't I?

Libby

The Flints, Seth, the two women and I finished cleaning up the mice. “Girls go wash your hands.” The women say. I stand up to go and I see I am the only one going.

“Come one girls.” They sit there and shake there heads. “Well I for one do not know what these mice have been rolling around in. Who knows maybe they could have been rolling around in...” before I can even finish my sentence, they run off into the bathroom. The two women start to laugh. “And that is how you get children to wash their hands.” I take a bow and the women laugh even more. I giggle a little and begin to walk down the hallway to the bathroom near my room. As I walk down the hallway I see Seth turn around and begin to walk back toward the living room. “Thanks for helping with the mice.” I say.

“No problem.” He says and heads toward the living room. I go into the bathroom and wash my hands. I dry my hands on the towel hanging on the wall and walk back into the living room. All the girls were sitting in a circle. Seth is sitting in a chair and the women are sitting on the couch smiling and laughing. Libby watchs the Flints play together. They have no idea how beautiful they are. They have no idea how much she admires them for not being able to wake up every morning with a smile on their face. What happened to them was horrible, what happened to all of them is horrible. They are all so young.

I stared up at that girl, I think her name is Libby, sitting on the couch with tears in her eyes. I slid out of my warm seat and tottered on over to her. I grabbed her hand. “ Allews trefs hequat?” I asked her if she was okay and she looked at me and smiled.
“What are you trying to tell me, Livinia?” She stared down into my eyes questioning me. I sighed and tottered back to my seat. I wish people could understand me. I mean, I’m smart, very intelligent. I know the square root of 144 and what the words biology, zooplankton, and probability mean. For a three year old, this is actually amazing and above all statistics you can find. The only problem is that I can’t communicate with the rest of the world.
“Aji jriy aji bunf gijet purtin.” I mumbled to myself. Of course, I know that this means, I wish I could talk properly, but no one else understands.

Daniella

I didn't mean to make anyone scream or cry. The mice were so soft... I just wanted to show everyone that they were. Maybe it was their eyes. They were beady and red. After they're all picked up, they were taken away from me and I felt a little down. I wobbled back to my room and curled up under my blankets, holding Leo as close as I can. He was soft too. The mice were softer...

Libby

Tears being to fill my eyes at the thought of children so young having to go through this. It is horrible for anyone, but little children. The thought of them growing up without someone to care for them. My thoughts are broken when I see sweet little Livinia . She comes over and grabs my hand. She is the smartest three year old I have ever met. She mumbles a few baby words to me. She is so adorable. “I wish I could understand you.” I say to her. When I do she shakes her head. She wipes a tear on off my face. It is so amazing that such a young child, can give me this much hope.

I look around to room. All there faces and so happy. I see a faint smile one Seth's face. Which I have not seen yet. I look around to find Daniella not in here. I stand up and walk to her room and knock one her door.

Daniella

There's a knock at the door and I pop my head out from the blanket. Opening, one of the bigger kids walks in. I flash a smile and giggle, squeezing Leo even more. I can't remember the girl's name, but she comes and sits on the edge of my bed.

"Hewo," I smile.

Libby

“Hewo.” She says. She is poking her head out of from under the blanket.

“Why are you not out here with the rest of us?” I ask sitting on the edge of the bed. “You are missing all the fun.” I say.

“Everyone is mad at me.” She says putting the blanket back over her head.

“We are not mad at you. Guess who came out of his room to sit with us.”

“Seth came out of his room?” She asked from under the blanket.

“Yes, he really wants you to be out there with us. We all want you out there. It is not the same without you.” I say standing. “But if you would rather stay in here, I guess I would be fine. I would be so lonely and would have no one to talk to. It was just be so sad...”

“Okay okay I guess I could some out.” she says. She comes out and grabs my hand.

“Libby, Daniella. Where are you?” Linda cries.

“We are coming.” We say.