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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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ittybitty
2009-04-01 07:34 pm UTC (link)

"Listen, Ned, we are being held in this weird place against our will and you want to argue about morals? Who cares whose kitchen it is? The only people who use this anyway are those crazy faceless people and I doubt they'd care." She wasn't sure if she was trying to reassure herself or the piemaker, but it didn't really matter. Sitting on the counter, Olive brought the journal into her lap and lifted the pen out of the small holder near the inner edge. Her blue gaze moved to watch the piemaker for a moment before she began to write. Every once in a while, she would look up, just to make sure that he wasn't anywhere close enough to read what she was writing.

If he did get too close, she'd shut the journal and set it aside until he was a safe distance away again. She didn't make it too obvious, though. She didn't want him becoming suspicious of her. And when he looked at her, she smiled. As if she weren't doing anything wrong at all. And she wasn't. She was just writing.

Watching Ned bake could be cathartic if one let it. He had such a methodical way of moving about the kitchen, chopping, slicing, rolling, mixing. She set the book aside for a final time and then folded her hands in her lap. She was sitting on a counter in a big frilly dress and he was still in his... outfit, whatever it was supposed to represent.

"What kind are you making?" Olive loved pie, and it was a good thing considering the man she loved was a brilliant piemaker. And the best thing was, she loved pie and Chuck didn't. Chuck liked cake. Cake! Pie was just so much more decadent. And Olive had convinced herself that it was also more healthy. She knew for a fact he wasn't going to be making cup pies. Chuck was always pushing the envelope, trying to force things on Ned and make him accept them. And the easy going man usually did, but it still irked Olive. It started with Halloween decorations and moved on to cup pies that somehow ended up on the menu at the Pie Hole.

"So, how's this bad idea working out for you?"

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