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

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Entry tags: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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[info]ittybitty
2009-03-30 06:47 pm UTC (link)
Olive looked at Ned like he'd lost his mind. Yelping like that in the middle of a deserted hall. Someone was going to think she was attacking him or something. Very patiently, she laid a hand on his forearm and started to speak slowly, the way she would speak to a retarded child. "Yes. Boy, you really must have hit your head. Lily is Chuck's mother. There was a picture of Lily at the convent. You saw it." She sighed softly, a little exasperated and turned her face toward his more fully. "I told you what I was doing at the convent when you and Emerson and Chuck came to help me figure out how Sister LaRue died." She groaned. She so did not want to go over this again.

Every time she talked to him about how much she loved him, it just made her feel worse about the situation. Knowing that he would never have the same feelings for her just multiplied the pain exponentially. Dropping her head slightly, she spoke in a rushed half-whisper. "I went to the convent because I had a little too much going on. I was overwhelmed with my feelings for you, the secret I was keeping from the aunts for Chuck and the secret I was keeping from Chuck for Lily. I kept feeling that any moment I was going to blab one of those secrets and I couldn't be held responsible for ruining someone's life because I blabbed. Lily actually suggested the nunnery. It's where she went to have Chuck. They gave all my things to the poor you know, that's why I let Chuck stay with me for a while after I got back. It was easier to use her stuff than buy a bunch of my own new stuff. And anyway, Pigby ended up being Sister LaRue's murderer. She pushed her out of the bell tower on accident because Sister LaRue had a secret truffle lab up there. I just couldn't leave her there with all the nuns blaming her for LaRue's death." Finally, she took a breath after the jumble of words toppled out of her mouth.

"I've been back from the nunnery now for... I don't know, eight months, or so?" She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and her lips moved while she counted. "Yep, about 8 months." She looked over as Pigby nudged Ned and made a bother out of herself, but Olive couldn't help thinking how cute it was. "Aww, look, she likes you!"

"Funny, I just saw you a few hours ago at the Pie Hole. You can't have been here for two days already." But, of course, this was a dream and nothing in dreams ever made sense. "What have you been doing since you've been here? Other than attending that impressive ball." It had been impressive. Like nothing she'd ever seen. She'd had a good time, even if she told herself that it was just a dream.

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