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Tweak says, "Rage"

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
2009-04-01 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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