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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
2009-04-19 06:34 pm UTC (link)

"Oh yeah, this is totally weird." Olive could sometimes be the Queen of Denial, but this wasn't one of those times. Mostly she was just in denial about how sure she was deep down that Ned loved her and not Chuck. She was pretty sure her little heart stopped with the next words to fall unwittingly from the piemaker's lips, however. Their wedding? She stared at him in disbelief before a huge grin stole over her face. For once in her life, Olive was speechless. She knew that he probably wasn't aware of how deeply she was in love with him, but the mere mention of something even remotely to do with them in a relationship was surely something. She was pretty sure he wouldn't like it, but she leaned over quickly and kissed his cheek before hopping off the counter and dishing up the pie.

She didn't know how Ned took his pie, whether he preferred it plain or a la mode. "Ice cream?" She lifted both brows, pure innocence in her expression. She acted like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Ned hadn't just spoken vaguely of marriage plans and she hadn't just kissed his cheek. She dumped a glob of ice cream and pie on two plates and put them on the ground for the dog and the pig and then dished her own and Ned's. She put the ice cream away and put the serving knife in the sink then returned to her place on the counter.

She dug into the pie with great relish and made a big show of how good it was with her little moans and sighs of pleasure. "You have magic in your pie making hands, I'm sure of it." She groaned after another bite and closed her eyes. If this was all just a dream, she was glad that it still seemed to be making a little bit of sense and that she'd probably be able to remember it this way when she woke up.

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