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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
2009-03-30 12:36 am UTC (link)

"Lily is Chuck's mother?!" Ned yelped.

Well, that didn't go exactly how he'd planned. Of all the things they'd ever discussed, he never imagined she'd drop that bit of a bombshell. Nor, he concluded, did he ever expect to hear Olive speak the words 'when I left the convent'. "And... What were you doing in a convent? With a truffle hunting sow?"

Maybe she was right. Maybe he did have amnesia. The last thing he remembered before being dragged here was baking apology pie after apology pie for Chuck, who was in hiding somewhere. Which, when you were a dead/faked-your-own-death girl, was potentially dangerous. "When was this?" he asked, feeling a little helpless as the pig nudged his arm. "No, I don't have anything in my...will you get away from my pockets?" He rolled his eyes, patting the pig quite awkwardly on the head. "I mean... I don't think I ever asked about her mom. It was always her and her father and then he...well, died." And he'd caused it and for that, she wouldn't even speak to him. Speak to him? She wouldn't even tell him where she was. How was he to know if she was safe? She could be lying in a gutter somewhere, dead for a second time, and he wouldn't even know it! And tehre was nothing he could do to prevent it because now he was stuck in this awful place and apparently unable to wake up.

"Days, really. Two days. Part of yesterday, and I guess today counts. Two long, horrible days." Shaking his head, he buried his face in the palm of one hand. This was getting out of hand.

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