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Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 17:22:00

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complete, day four, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Day 4
::Who:: Olive and Ned
::What:: Meeting in Olive's Dream
::When:: After the Ball
::Where:: In front of Olive's room and then...
::Rating:: PG, if that?
::Status:: Complete

At this very moment, Olive Snook was walking down the hall in the F Dorm after having been escorted there by some very strange, rather nasty looking little creatures. She continuously gave them strange looks and clutched her skirts, sweeping them out of the way just in case one of them got a little too close. Thankfully, they'd left her once they arrived in the dorm. Clutching the journal to her bosom and the key in her fist she stomped down the hall. She was a little bothered that this dream had gone on for so long. And she was pouting.

She was sure that she'd seen Ned with Chuck out on the balcony when Digby had run through the doors. But she hadn't had time to go check, either. Besides, who would want to break up their little romance party? Not her! She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. Pigby snorted and trotted to keep up with her. Finally she arrived at the door with the same number as that on her key. She double checked and then stuck the key in the lock. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn't move. She pulled it out and again checked the number. 126 on the door and 126 on the key. It was the right room, sure enough.

She set her jaw, breathing heavily out of her nose before jamming the key into the lock once more. She turned with all her might and then put the journal down and tried with both hands. Nothing. Frustrated she took a step back and kicked the door. Still nothing. In a bit of a rage she yelled at it. "Stupid door! Open or I'll turn you into firewood! See if I don't!" When it still did nothing, she beat her fists against it in a futile effort to get it to budge. She tried wiggling the key again and it still did nothing. Harumphing, she leaned her back against it and crossed her arms over her chest. Her foot caught the journal and slid out from under her, landing her on her tush.

Frustrated, confused, angry and close to tears she dropped her head onto her arms and tried to get a grip. And that's when she noticed that footsteps had come close to her and then stopped.

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bakersman
2009-03-29 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Ned glanced sideways at her as she joined him, and though he didn't exactly laugh, he did give a little grin. Pulling the lame hat off of his head, he dropped it to the side Olive wasn't curled up against. Sighing, he propped his head against the wall, still glancing warily at her.

"I've never seen this...thing in my life," he told her, watching with an amused smile as the pig took an inquisitive sniff at the hat. "Go ahead and eat it if you want, probably not good for you, though." Turning back to Olive, he shrugged. "Don't know where Chuck is, actually. I've been here a whole day with no sign of her. Or anyone else I knew, till you showed up." Across from his room. Oddly enough. What were the odds of that, anyway? There had to be some statistical bit stating that stranger dreams than usual should at least be accompanied by the girlfriend and not the waitress. Even if Chuck and he weren't exactly speaking at the moment.

A moment later, he finally seemed to see her. To really see her and acknowledge that she was Olive Snook and Olive Snook was sitting by his side. "You look...nice." It was the safest thing he could think to say. She did, in fact, look very pretty, but that wasn't really something he tended to notice with her. But then, he hadn't ever seen her dressed in a huge and frilly bright blue dress, either.

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