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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
2009-04-20 09:32 pm UTC (link)

If there were any good in the world he'd found himself in, the door would open. Ned didn't know what he'd do having to spend an entire night with Olive Snook that close by. He'd be sleeping on the floor, that was what. Or maybe the bathtub. Bathtubs weren't always uncomfortable, were they? Whatever, he'd make it work. He was not sharing a bed with Olive the waitress. Or Olive his next door neighbor.

"Funny, definitely. And twisted." Home, the version where Chuck and Emerson hadn't yet come along. It felt like so long ago to Ned, but it really wasn't. And it hadn't been something he'd wanted to experience. In this period where she was from...was Chuck even still around? Did she ever accept his apology?

Sighing, he took the key from her, trying to forget where he'd just seen her take it from. At first, it did stick and he groaned inwardly. But he gave it a jiggle and felt the lock start to give. And then he twisted it and with a rather loud 'pop', it slipped its bolt and the door swung open. Sure enough, on first inspection, her room looked exactly like his. And probably everyone else's. "Got to be a way we can decorate these or something," he protested, more to himself than to her. Then Ned turned and shot her a smile. "Well...there you go, then. Just had to shake it around a bit, that's all."

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