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Tweak says, "I cant eat your ghost chups"

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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ittybitty
2009-03-30 10:22 pm UTC (link)

As patient as Olive was trying to be, she could see the clear frustration on Ned's face and knew that he still wasn't quite grasping what she was telling him. And Olive gave up trying. She could tell he was tired, and truthfully, she was too. It was very tiring being pulled from one world into another and dumped in the middle of a masquerade party of all things. She slumped back against the wall, but she still made sure that some part of her, if not more than ought to be, was touching Ned.

She'd removed her hand because she knew that if she left it there, Ned would just stare at it until she took it off. She knew it would especially make him uncomfortable when she mentioned her feelings for him. But this meant that if he remembered nothing of the last 8 months, he didn't remember pretending to be her fiance, either. Perhaps that was a good thing, but Olive couldn't help but feel a little deflated. Olive also couldn't help but wonder what it might be like if she held the future in her hands.

She would make Ned fall in love with her, of course. But further thinking on that told her that it wouldn't be because Ned wanted to fall in love with her. But, she did have to wonder how difficult it would be to push him in the right direction if she told him a little about his future. The future he knew nothing about, apparently. If Ned had been looking at her that very moment, he would have seen a virtual lightbulb go off in her head. She could tweak the truth a little and maybe influence him to fall in love with her for real.

"Chuck lived with me for a little while, yeah." Her tone had taken on a bit of a pout, and while it was still a little too high pitched, it was almost monotone when she spoke of Chuck. "She kept herself pretty well hidden, and you did see her eventually. You just don't remember, I guess." She didn't want to talk about Chuck anymore. Chuck wasn't here, and it was obvious that his last memories of her weren't exactly pleasant. She was going to use that to her advantage, too. Just, not right away.

She listened to Ned's recitation of the people he'd met with a raised brow. It was unbelievable, and if she weren't dreaming, then she was hallucinating. This just didn't happen. There was no real magic in the world. Right? "Uh, I've never had a dream where someone said that to me. Up until today, that is. Jack said that it wasn't a dream." She frowned. That couldn't be a good thing. Not at all.

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