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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
2009-04-03 08:39 am UTC (link)

Olive, on the other hand, loved it when he stuttered. She knew that her nearness made him nervous. She wasn't sure why, other than he had issues with touch. Except that in the time she'd lived and he apparently hadn't, he'd sort of grown out of his aversion to touch. Not completely, and he probably never would, but he hadn't been so weird about it lately. It seemed he'd reverted back. Well, that just made her more determined to work on him some more and get him to come out of his shell a little. She did nothing to ease his suffering, and if anything leaned in even closer. But then he had pulled away and was back to making the pie. She sighed inaudibly and returned to swinging her legs back and forth.

"Really? You're going to eat some pie. I can't remember the last time you ate pie." She laughed when he said she could have the whole pie and she shook her head. "As delicious as your pies are, Ned, I don't think I could eat a whole one on my own." She looked down at Diby, too and smiled at him. He was such a good dog. "I guess I could spare some for the big lug. You want some pie, too, Pigby?" The pig snorted and snuffled, lying on her side on the floor. It made Olive laugh again and she turned back to the piemaker.

He was making another pie. There probably wasn't a single pie he made that she disliked. She could feel her mouth watering at the prospect of some pie. For some reason it felt like ages since she'd had any. Technically she'd had some earlier that day before the crazy dream started. But who ever had dreams where your mouth watered? This puzzled Olive, who pursed her lips in thought. She looked down at the dress she wore, though, when Ned mentioned it. She looked up. And she had to laugh. "Ned, you can't be serious?" She leveled her blue eyed gaze at him and shook her head. "It's much too big, it would get in the way of everything. And besides, you don't like costumes. Do you?"

That much hadn't changed, she was fairly certain of it. Costumes were associated with Halloween, and Ned hated Halloween. At least, he had. Maybe he'd gotten over it since Chuck had pushed it on him. Chuck. Olive frowned just thinking about her. There was so much mystery around Chuck and nosy Olive didn't like mystery. She liked to solve the mystery and that's why in recent months she'd been allowed to help solve the cases Emerson and crew took on. Olive knew it was getting late, but she was reluctant to leave the piemaker. They finally had some time alone, and she wanted to make sure she took full advantage of the situation. "Hey, if you can't remember your future and my past, that means you don't know about Emerson's daughter."

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