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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 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Glad that he hadn't put up a fight or tried to argue the point with her, Olive smirked. Truth of the matter was, Olive Snook loved to win. She'd loved winning when she was a jockey, and even minor victories like these thrilled her now. It also pleased her to see him smile. He hadn't cracked one yet since she'd seen him tonight and it made her heart grow wings and flutter in her chest.

"Mmm, that sounds delicious." She swung her legs back and forth, leaning forward and resting her hands on either side of her legs. She didn't offer her help. She wasn't great in the kitchen. The last time she'd helped make a pie for the aunts, she'd accidentally drugged Lily. And that hadn't turned out so well. Especially as that secret led her to the convent. It hadn't been a horrible experience, but it had left her poorer and kept her away from Ned for a while.

"Chocolate and raspberries." She quirked a smile. He was so in the zone. He even kind of had that cute absentminded tone to his voice. When he told her about the journal she was momentarily mortified. She had assumed it worked like a regular journal. How was she to know it was magic? She opened the thing up and marked it as private. Hopefully people would just respect her privacy. But this was a dream, and who could say what people would or wouldn't do in a dream?

"Oh, great. I didn't write anything important. It really isn't even worth reading." She giggled nervously and shrugged. A bit deflated now that her secrets were out in the open, she decided to flip through the pages and see what other people had written. She marked out some replies to interesting entries, but nothing really grabbed her attention. That was probably because she still had most of her attention on the piemaker who moved around the kitchen, mixing berries and flattening a crust.

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bakersman
2009-04-01 10:48 pm UTC (link)

It really did sound good, though Ned typically enjoyed making the pies more than eating them. Which typically worked out okay, because plenty of people enjoyed eating them. When he noticed the pears sitting by themselves, looking harmless, he couldn't exactly turn away from them. In fact, he began slicing them up for a second pie. Who would eat them all, he had no idea, but he knew from back home that plenty of people ate pie. Few turned down sweets.

But he wasn't so tuned out that he'd ignore her completely. After all, coming in here had been her idea in the first place. Apparently, she'd grown a bold streak in those months she had that he didn't. "What were you writing, then? Most people are all, 'oh, I've been kidnapped, help me!', as if anyone reading isn't going through the same thing."

Again, it never even occurred to him that his words might've been a bit rude. Ned didn't exactly have a social filter, and he had even less of one once he was in a kitchen. Sure, she may have just written the exact same thing, but how was he to know?

"Scooch," he commanded, nudging at her hand a bit, as she was blocking a large thing of mixing spoons. It was still a bit more physical contact than he preferred, but as Olive was well known for clinging and hugging, it was teensy in comparison.

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