Olivia Blake (ex_joiedeviv804) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-06-19 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | olga_fedorova, olivia_blake, plot |
The Beginning
Subject: The girls meet for the first time.
Who: Olivia Blake
Where: Somewhere in London.
Warnings: Nothing but perhaps a bit of extreme cuteness here and there.
Open to: Olga Fedorova.
There were a few things Olivia needed, or thought she needed, in London, and so she left. She of course left him a note saying that as long as the weather held she should be back that evening, and even if she did tend to wonder off this was perhaps the furthest distance she had ever gone and she had never had to borrow the carriage. Once it started raining she started to believe she should have never left home at all. Still, she wasn't about to let a little rain get in her way, what would it say of an English woman to be put off course by a little rain. But it wasn't just a little rain. The rain seemed to intensify as the carriage reached London, it was as if someone over turned a bucket, and Olivia felt for those unlucky enough to be out without a carriage or something of that sort to keep them warm and dry. She was thinking of this as she watched out the window, not being able to see much of anything with the rain coming down so hard. She was able to see, however, that one of the carriage wheels ran through a puddle sending water splashing up all over an unfortunate pedestrian who had been walking in the opposite direction. Well that was something she could not tolerate. Knocking loudly on the carriage roof, she ordered the driver to stop, even in the rain the man had complete control of the horses and managed to stop them rather quickly. Once it was fully stopped Olivia got out of the carriage and went to the poor woman, already wet from the rain, now completely soaked due to the splashing of the wheel in the puddle. "Oh I am so sorry! We did not mean to splash you, I'm sure he did not even see that puddle or notice you were there." The rain was finding all of the spots not covered by her hat or coat, but she pushed the feeling of the cold rain out of her mind. "Please, you must allow me to put it right." |