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Tweak says, "Gotta Go Fast"

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 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Olive had always wondered why Ned didn't eat the pies he made. What she didn't realize was that he used old and moldy fruit that he made new again with his magic finger. But it was hard for her to imagine someone with such a passion for something and not taking advantage of the fruits of his labor. She giggled at the pun in her head. "I really think that if you put them out, they'll get eaten. I was even thinking about helping out around here, serving some food. Have you noticed that the people around here don't have faces? Well, the people who do the work, anyway. They do when you look at them, but then when you look away their faces are gone. Really freaky. I thought maybe these people could do with a face they'll be able to remember." She smiled at her idea. Not only that, but she would be able to keep herself busy, too. Even though she would like to, she just couldn't fathom that daydreaming about Ned all day would do her any good.

"Oh, you know. I just wrote what a good time I had at the ball tonight and that my key wouldn't unlock my door." She shrugged. "See, nothing big. Nothing worth reading at all." She pointed to the journal. "I did notice that a lot of people are pulling the "woe is me" card, though." She agreed with him, and was really trying to take the focus off what she'd written in hopes that he'd forget. It was awkward enough talking to him about her feelings, she didn't really need him to read them, too.

She smiled when he approached her and she looked up at him, leaning in when he reached behind her for a mixing spoon. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way." Her voice took on a sultry quality. It was difficult for her to speak normally when she was this close to Ned. They were alone, there was no prospect of Chuck arriving anytime soon, and the only observers were Pigby and Digby who were both sprawled on the ground near the swinging door to the kitchen. She would have attempted to get even closer if she hadn't had such awful experiences with it in the past.

"Are you going to let me have a piece of that mixed berry fudge pie? It isn't nice to tease a girl with all these delicious smells and then not offer her some." She smiled at him, the flirty side of her coming out. She really felt so much less inhibited without Chuck around. It was like the time before Chuck had arrived, when it had just been her and Ned at the Pie Hole, when they had been neighbors and she had all the confidence in the world that one day he would look at her the way she looked at him.

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