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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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bakersman
2009-04-05 02:36 am UTC (link)

Undercover? To help Emerson? Olive? This wasn't happening. It couldn't be because Emerson would never let opinionated, loud-mouthed little Olive help out. Ned glanced over at her in surprise. "You... You've been helping out? With the mysteries and all? His cases?" Had Ned himself stopped helping? Sure, he knew Emerson had never really enjoyed having Chuck along. But Ned? Ned was the finger, Ned was needed!

Instead of dwelling, though, Ned leaned back and waited to take the chocolate pie out of the oven before putting in the next. He leaned near her legs, but not close enough to touch. God, no, not close enough to touch. "A daughter. Wow. And she took off on him?" Poor Emerson? Since when did those two get so buddy buddy? Her words were being heard, but he wasn't quite getting them.

And then she said it. She said it and his head jerked up to look at her before looking away with a horrifyingly red blush crossing over his face. "Oh. Well, yeah, I suppose it could be a dream, couldn't it? But... You know. Well. Never had a dream last so long, you know? Beginning, middle, and end?" That and the only times she had appeared in his dreams, it'd been as something logical, like a next door neighbor or a Pie Hole employee. Not as a fellow captive in this strange and unsightly new world. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

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