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Olivia Blake (joiedevivre) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-19 22:10:00

Entry tags:

olga_fedorova, olivia_blake, plot

The Beginning
Subject: The girls meet for the first time.
Who: Olivia Blake
Where: Somewhere in London.
Warnings: Nothing but perhaps a bit of extreme cuteness here and there.
Open to: Olga Fedorova.

There were a few things Olivia needed, or thought she needed, in London, and so she left. She of course left him a note saying that as long as the weather held she should be back that evening, and even if she did tend to wonder off this was perhaps the furthest distance she had ever gone and she had never had to borrow the carriage. Once it started raining she started to believe she should have never left home at all. Still, she wasn't about to let a little rain get in her way, what would it say of an English woman to be put off course by a little rain.

But it wasn't just a little rain.

The rain seemed to intensify as the carriage reached London, it was as if someone over turned a bucket, and Olivia felt for those unlucky enough to be out without a carriage or something of that sort to keep them warm and dry. She was thinking of this as she watched out the window, not being able to see much of anything with the rain coming down so hard. She was able to see, however, that one of the carriage wheels ran through a puddle sending water splashing up all over an unfortunate pedestrian who had been walking in the opposite direction.

Well that was something she could not tolerate. Knocking loudly on the carriage roof, she ordered the driver to stop, even in the rain the man had complete control of the horses and managed to stop them rather quickly. Once it was fully stopped Olivia got out of the carriage and went to the poor woman, already wet from the rain, now completely soaked due to the splashing of the wheel in the puddle. "Oh I am so sorry! We did not mean to splash you, I'm sure he did not even see that puddle or notice you were there."

The rain was finding all of the spots not covered by her hat or coat, but she pushed the feeling of the cold rain out of her mind. "Please, you must allow me to put it right."

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olganikofed
2008-06-24 05:48 am UTC (link)

In her 20 years in Saint Petersburg, Olga had known rain. Oh, she'd known rain, and snow, and all the other awful things that came with the north. But England, England was something else. In Russia, there was a general atmosphere of 'well, it'll be over soon, no matter', and people got on with their business. But in England, rain brought a whole sense of melancholy down upon the place, and Olga didn't like it one bit.

Especially since she had to walk. She was on her way to job hunt again, deciding (reluctantly) to ask around the brothels today. God knows, she didn't want to do it, but she had to, for survival's sake. And as if the day couldn't get bad enough... oh, she hated carriages.

She froze as the icy water hit her, letting out a shocked cry. She was soaked now, and she looked down at herself, whimpering; she was freezing. But then the carriage stopped, and a girl got out, and started talking to her.

"Oh... oh, no, it's fine, don't worry." Olga's accent was thick and, she was sure, unintelligible over the rain. She was rather self-conscious of it, and hid her face just a little, clearing her throat. "Do not feel obliged, madame."

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joiedevivre
2008-06-24 06:05 am UTC (link)

It took Olivia a moment to adjust to the accent, not prepared to hear anything but an english dialect from the woman's lips. When she realized what she was saying she shook her head, "No, no, no, you must let me to make amends. It is cool enough without being soaked as you are, you would most certainly catch a cold were I to leave you here. No, you must come with me, the carriage is warm and dry, as is my home."

Her hat, which had always been too large for her, started to slide down, covering her face for a moment. She brought a hand up to adjust it, and once her vision was clear she found herself looking into a pair of beautiful grey eyes, it caused her to stare for a moment, but she remembered herself and managed to stop. "Look, you must let me help you, or else I shall think of it all of my days, I should not like to be on my death bed and look back to see that I did not lend you aid when you needed it. I would most certainly would die a very unhappy woman."

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olganikofed
2008-06-26 04:51 am UTC (link)

There was something in this woman's voice, a kindness and a goodnatured quality that would've had Olga agreeing to absolutely anything she said. It made her want to trust her, and so eventually, she simply nodded, clearing her throat. "I... thank you, thank you very much, madame. Thank you for your help." She nodded, looking back at her, a little caught off-guard by the way she stared.

The good kind of off-guard, not the bad kind, it had to be said. "I cannot allow you to die an unhappy woman, after all." With a tentative but genuine smile, she reached up, pushing the lady's hat up just a little way again, so she could see her better. "My name is Olga. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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joiedevivre
2008-06-26 05:04 am UTC (link)

"Thank you." She beamed back, "Olivia. Now come, you make me nervous standing there, soaked as you are in this down-pour. There is a nice blanket inside that should keep you warm until we reach my home." She had never seen eyes so beautiful before, had she not been worried about the current state of the woman before her, she would have told her so. She thought nothing of taking the woman home with her, after all it had been her fault she was splashed and Christopher always taught her to own up to things that were her fault and try to right them.

Turning back to the carriage she opened the door for the woman, it having blown closed not long after she went through it, letting her enter before her. "Again, sorry for splashing you, I promise it is always something I try to avoid."

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