Troublemaker [Olive]

[GEOR T. WOLF]

It was a fine day, and Geor was sitting under a tree, reading what his teachers would call trash. It was a fantasy novel, he just bought, yet he already read 200 pages. He liked reading, but he rarely had the energy to do so. Between training, and working, he rarely had enough energy to read. That, and it was hard to find a good fantasy novel he hadn't read. He left his cane at the dorms today, for his knee didn't hurt, and he had a few painkillers with him in case it started to sting. He turned one more page, and noticed that he almost finished half the book in only 3 hours. Deciding that would not do, he put the book in his bag, and decided to look around the park.

He was wearing a simple black T-shirt, jeans jacket, and jeans. The weather was a bit chilly, but he didn't mind. He walked by a small buffet, and bought a hot-dog, before continuing his walk. People were having fun, chatting and playing all sorts of games all around. He smirked, seeing a lake to his left. There were a couple of benches there, and so he decided to see if there was anything interesting to do over there.

He walked to the lake, and touched the cold water. It was quite clear, the result of regular cleaning. Had they not cleaned it, the water would be green, thanks to the seaweed. There were numerous animals in the water. He could spot a turtle, different kinds of fish, and a little crab. He never liked them, being annoying, and the fact they had pincers made them even worse. Te only time he liked crabs was when they were served for dinner. He made his way to a bench, and sat down, looking at the water.

He wasn't sure whether he hated or loved water. He didn't like swimming, for it was boring, but he was quite good at it. Also, there were lots of mosquitoes around lakes, and they were incredibly annoying. The little insects could drive him insane, the continuous humming, and their love for his blood. As the weather became colder, the number of the them decreased at a rapid rate, and it made lakes much more fun. You could go rowing, or fishing. He never liked the former, for it was incredibly boring in his opinion, but his grandfather loved it.

He withdrew his book from his bag, and started reading once again.

[CAROLINE OLIVE DUBOIS]

Amongst the sea of bodies, a little brown-haired girl bobbed and weaved around torsos with experienced precision. Two large brown eyes peered out from underneath messy bangs. There was no mistaking that dangerous glint in those deep pools of hers. It was a look that only a few know of it’s true intention- the warning that the flicker of life paraded. It was not a sign that usually ended nicely.

The little lady adorned on simple clothing. She had on her favourite track pants- you know, the ones with the little snaps on the side?- and a long-sleeved shirt that had a picture of a cartoon waffle slapped across her chest. Her arms jingled at her side as the many bracelets that hung on her wrists clicked together. She held a little red bucket in one clenched fist. At first glance, Caroline appeared like a little girl who was heading towards the beach fur a day in the sun.

...Maybe this is why she kept on receiving odd glances...

At first, the little lady was confused at to why she was gaining so much attention. Was it her bucket? Haven’t they ever seen a plastic bucket before? Or maybe it was the waffle. Waffles have a habit of getting people distracted…Okay. Maybe waffles have a habit of getting her distracted. As she made her way towards the lake, the realization fell upon her like a bag of bricks: It was fall. It was fall and here she was prancing around with ventilated pants and not even a jacket to keep her warm. Caroline puffed out her chest. She always enjoyed it when her northern background gave her an advantage over everyone else.

Picking up her pace, Caroline arrived to the edge of the lake quickly and silently. As she arrived near the edge, the little bundle of energy suddenly froze. Not a muscle moved, not a thought mustered. The only thing that had any life at all were her eyes, which flickered as she spotted marine life below the watery surface. Bending at the knees, Caroline dipped her hand in the water. It was chilly, but nothing she would go into shock from.

With a nod that looked frightfully decisive, the little lady passed a quick glance around. No officers? No big mean men that could put a sour end to her carefully thought out plan? Well, there was that guy on the bench a little ways beside her. Caroline took a moment to carefully study him. Hm. He looked a little lanky…and he’s reading a book too. He didn’t exactly look like the type that would be able to get in her way. A satisfied grin splashed across her lips.

Then, with little warning and a big flourish, Caroline ripped off her pants (Don’t worry, she wore swimmer shorts underneath.) and jumped into the water before anyone could register what just happened. With her red bucket in hand and waist-deep in the chilly water, Caroline was on the hunt. It didn’t take her long to spot a crab and chase after it wildly.

Oh, yessir. She was going to have fresh seafood tonight!

[GEOR T. WOLF]

Geor was reading his new book, when he heard someone walk past him. Without moving, he turned his eyes towards the water, but he could only see two legs, for his neck was bended. Knowing he would have to move his head to check the new person, he shrugged and continued reading. It was the best part, the half-crazy dwarf was about to finish off a chaos knight. His friend, the human scribe, the disgraced son of a nobleman, took care of the weaker enemies, while the earthen charged the armored monstrosity with his runic axe. Then 'Splash!!'.

Geor almost jumped, it was the most dramatic part, when something hit the water. He folded a corner of the page, and closed the book, deciding to finish it later that day, and looked around, trying to identify the source of the noise. First he noticed clothes on the bank of the lake, then he could see a girl in the water, with a plastic bucket. He blinked a few times, to make sure his eyes weren't fooling him. When the girl didn't disappear, he tried rubbing his eyes a bit, but the girl still remained.

'What the hell? The water is cold, why would that girl jump in? Sure, it's fun to ignore the rule against swimming in the lake, but this is plain stupid. She will surely get sick.' thought the boy, before he noticed she was chasing something. She kept looking intently at the water, trying to catch the thing. Geor stood up, and walked closer to the lake.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay in the water too long, miss. And being sick is troublesome. What are you doing in there anyway?" asked Geor, raising his voice so the girl would hear him.

[CAROLINE OLIVE DUBOIS]

Olive was gaining in on her little helpless crustacean. It’s little legs scurried along the bland lake floor, leaving tracks behind that were blind to the human eye thanks to the rippling of the watery sky above it. Its pincers were raised and ever threatening. Yet, his attempts of putting up a fight were useless. Olive had already locked her sights on him and was in huntress mode. Nothing could stop her as she bent down and let her tiny hand slip into the frigid water. With fingers out stretched, she could almost-

"You'll catch a cold if you stay in the water too long, miss. And being sick is troublesome. What are you doing in there anyway?"

Olive gave a loud yelp, her body snapping straight as she did so. She glared through watery eyes at the crab that was dangling off of a red finger. She then dragged her attention over to the guy that called. Of course. The troublemakers were always the ones that she figured were harmless. She has got to learn how to read people better.

“I’m catching dinner.” Caroline called back in a matter-of-fact way. She even wiggled her captured finger in the air for added emphasis.

Caroline waded back towards the shore with her captured hand sticking straight out before her and the other one, which was still holding onto the red bucket, beneath it. When she was close enough to the land, she placed the bucket on the grass and convinced the crab to released its death-grip with some tactical force. Once she placed the poor sucker in it’s red prison, Caroline heaved a sigh and propped her hands on her hips. A large grin was aimed to the new face.

“Oh, and don’t worry about me getting sick. I’ve been in much colder water than this.” A small trill of a chuckle fluttered past her lips as the small canuck remembered times of when she would run into the lakes as winter was approaching with some beloved friends. Now that was frigid. “However, I appreciate your concern.” Here, there was a deadly pause, “Say…how ‘bout I grab a crab for you, too? I’m sure there’s another one around here. I can probably even find some decent snails to eat if I look hard enough.” Even though her offer was kind-hearted and appeared open, there was not really any room for the lanky stranger to slip in a reply. Once her mouth starts motoring and her mind is set, Caroline’s a girl that’s impossible to silence and even harder to stop. “Here.” She stated, shoving her occupied bucket towards the lad. “You keep an eye on him while I look for others. He looks like and escape artist.”

And, just like that, Caroline had seized yet another victim unknowingly. Once one make friends with this Dubois- or, more likely, she thinks she’s made a friend- she’s a difficult lass to shake off.

[GEOR T. WOLF]

Geor couldn't help but chuckle at the expression on the girl's face as she held up the offending crab. The truth was he found the angry glare cute. Then the girl put the poor animal in the bucket, and was off grabbing another crab before the boy could speak up. It was sort of refreshing, he rarely met so carefree people, and messing around was one of his favorite activities.

"Thanks. I guess. My name is Geor Wolf, nice to meet you!" said the boy, before sitting by the bucket, trying to keep the crab inside. He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, he could see the crab staring at him from the depths of the plastic bucket. Not one to back down, Geor stared right back. He looked quite silly, glaring down a crab, but he didn't really care.

He continued the staring contest for a while, before turning away with a heavy sigh. That crab was no fun. When he turned back, his eyes grew wide. The bucket was empty. Looking around he could find no sign of the girl's dinner, until he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He reached back and massage his neck, only to touch something wet and hard. He grabbed it, and moved it in front of him trying to find out what it was, only to find the crab staring right back at him. It took a moment for all that to register in his mind, but when it did Geor's generally cheerful smile turned into a wickedly sweet one. Oh, he would make sure the girl got her crab dinner after this. He put the crustacean back in the bucket.

At the mention of snails his face turned an unhealthy green for a moment. He couldn't understand how a human creature could eat a snail. It was nasty in his opinion, but he would respect the tastes of others. On the other hand, crab was one of his favorites. He liked seafood, he would always eat fish when visiting his grandparents in Japan. People often found him strange. He would eat all sorts of vegetables in Japanese food, but he wouldn't even try normal salads, saying it was rabbit food.

The truth was, he loved eating. He wouldn't eat a lot at once, rather, he would eat something every few hours. At times, he would eat dinner two or three times, annoying his mother all the while. He wasn't sure why he did so, but there didn't have to be a reason. Reality often lacked logic, but that was all well. Chaos was so much more interesting. That brought him back to the girl in the water. It was as if someone condensed chaos into a human. And that was fun.

"So, you live around here?"


Tag Olive
Words 466
Notes I already have a feeling this'll be chaotic
Music Everyday Combat by Lost Prophets

made by Khordak

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little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
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^{A childish grin started to spread across Caroline’s youthful features as the red bucket slipped from her fingers to the boy’s with little resistance. Oh, how easy it is to get someone tangled in a web}

[/b][/I], she mused to herself. To him, the passing of the plastic object might’ve been nothing but a simple gesture, but to Caroline, it was a finalizing act. He now held her supper in his hands. If he tried to run away with it, she would hunt him down. If they were spotted by some wandering security figure? He would have no choice but to flee with her. He was attached to the little girl now-whether he wished to be or not.
"Thanks. I guess. My name is Geor Wolf, nice to meet you!"

“I do believe the pleasure is all mine!” [/b]Caroline called over her shoulder. By now, she had plunged herself into waist-deep water. Those shorts now clung to her short legs desperately and the edge of her red shirt and sleeves contrasted boldly with its soggy blood red against its dry cherry hue. Any effort of trying to stay dry was out of the question as soon as the excitement of company overwhelmed her. If she said she was going to catch a crab, she was going to catch one even if it kills her!

After a few moments of dramatic splashing that was intended to be anything but, Caroline realized that there was still a conversation going on during her hunting. “My name is Caroline, by the way. Caroline Dubois.” [/b] The introduction was sealed with a small curtsy in the gent’s direction before pivoting on her heel (not an easy thing to do in water, might I add) and propped her hands on her hips. Large eyes scanned the water and a frown tugged at the corners of her lips. A gentle breeze toyed with her hair and brushed against her soaked arms. A shiver ran down her spine. Even though the water wasn’t the worst she’s ever waded through, it was still pretty darn chilly. Better get out of here before I turn blue.

"So, you live around here?"

Splash.

Caroline had tossed herself into the water. When she poked her head up for air seconds later, she clutched a small object in her hand. As she dragged herself back to shore, dripping from head to toe, she dropped another crab into the bucket. She tossed Geor an odd look at a certain devious glint in his eye. She knew that look. Caroline had spotted the same one in her own eyes once too often. The original plan was to just take the bucket and run, leaving the lad a nice little crab to remember her by, but as she started to put on her pants and slip on her shoes, Caroline was wondering if she should rethink what the next plan of action is.


Recalling a question he asked before plunging herself into freezing water, Caroline quirked a grin. “Yeah. I live in a dorm not to far away from here.” [/b]There was a break as Caroline gave a small squeal and clasped her hands together. “You should come with me! We can learn how to cook crabs together!” [/b]

Oh, did she forget to mention that she had never cooked an actual meal in her life? Yeah, her bad. However, that small casualty seemed to pass the little miss by as she wrung her hair out and started to walk back towards the dorms. She didn’t look back as she walked, in fact, she didn’t even bother telling the lad to follow. She knew by the look in his eyes earlier that he would walk in her wake. He had a hunger for adventure. A hunger which Caroline knew all too well.
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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tagged; Geor
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; Wavin’ Flag by K’naan
word count; - - - 633
outfit; might fill in later
credit; to brooke from caution

[GEOR T. WOLF]

'So she lives in the dorms. That means she must be one of the ladies. Wouldn't have guessed...' thought Geor when the now named Olive responded. She was even odder than his lady. Seriously, she climbed into the cold water in the meddle of Winter to catch crabs for dinner. Geor could only hope she didn't have too many loose screws, or she would be a major pain. People who were crazier than him were scary.

Her question however caught him off guard. Cooking? With him? That must have meant she was trying to create nuclear waste, or at least it would turn out that way if he went anywhere near the cooking utensils. He was a horrible cook, he could mess up a sandwich, and that was a remarkable feat in his opinion. he never liked cooking, it took too long for him. it bored him and being bored wasn't one of his favorite afternoon activities.

The last time he helped out in the kitchen, he almost set the whole house to fire, and that was the point his mother banned him from the kitchen. He was just too dangerous in there.Not that he minded, for he wouldn't have to waste his time cooking and washing plates, unlike one of his friends, who went to work at some fast-food restaurant.

"Sure, sounds like fun, but I warn you, I'm horrible at cooking." said Geor and paused for a moment before continuing. "Living in the dorms, you must be a lady then, right? I'm a butler for one Evangeline Rose Moretti, at the moment. Pleased to meet you, miss Dubois."

Then Geor flashed a cheerful grin, and stood up from the grass where he kept watch over the poor crab. He needed things like this. Chaos was one of his main elements, he reigned in it, and the fun that walked side by side with chaos. Without adventures like this, he would turn passive and boring like most of the people at the academy, and that would be troublesome.

Geor slowly stood up, and stretched his limbs. It was cold outside, and his joints were harder to move, but it didn't bother him. It was one of the parts of Winter after all.

"Now, you should get out of the water before you catch a cold, and then we wouldn't be able to cook crab, now would we?"

Tag Olive
Words 395
Notes Sorry a bit short
Music Once upon a trubador by Nightwish

made by Khordak

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<sup>C aroline could feel the damp tips of her hair start to freeze. A light frost covered what was once flowing freely in the chilly air, suspending it in anticipated movement as she started to make her way back to the dorms. A small frown tugged at the corners of Caroline’s lips because of this. She enjoyed letting her be as wild as it wanted to. There was nothing like the feeling that one gets when they’re running away from authorities- what she has been making a habit as of late-and knowing that all they’ll remember is the wild and untamed hair of a nuisance that ruined their day. Caroline caught a frozen strand between two fingers and breathed on it. Her small irritation morphed into disappointment as her attempt of thawing her hair from its icy prison was a feeble attempt.

"Sure, sounds like fun, but I warn you, I'm horrible at cooking."

Distracted by Geor’s comments, Caroline stopped in her tracks.

“Really? Well, that makes two of us.”</sup>

[/b] She stated, tapping her chin thoughtfully. To be honest, Caroline didn’t place into consideration that she had to actually figured out how to cook her meal...It was the catching part that received all her cunning attention.Whoops. Well, when in doubt, there’s always the internet…


“Ah. Yes, I am a lady.” [/b] By now she had turned around to face Geor and was walking backwards, “So you’re a butler then…” [/b] A pause. “You’re a butler and you don’t know how to cook? How interesting. Don’t you have to take a class in that or something?” [/b] With crabs forgotten, Caroline swooped in so that she was nearly eye-to-chin with this new butler she met. With brows furrowed, she studied him carefully in a heavy silence. She then clicked her tongue and pivoted on her heel.

Falling into step with the lad, Carloine linked her arm through his and grinned. “You know what? I think we could have a pretty darn good friendship if we give it a chance.” [/b]

She was a lady that hasn’t really got the whole lady ideal down pat, and he’s a butler that doesn’t know how to cook. A ironic coincidence? Maybe. But, then again, Caroline tended to believe more in fate than coincidences.

A shiver ran down Caroline’s spine. Hmm. Maybe going fishing in the winter wasn’t the best idea she’s ever had…

“Can you run?” [/b]
The petite girl suddenly asked, her tone suddenly switching from cheerful to serious in a heartbeat. “’Cause if you can, we’re running all the way back.”
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tagged; Geor
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; Blue Skies by Frank Sinatra
word count; - - - 417
outfit; might fill in later
credit; to brooke from caution

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[GEOR T. WOLF]

'This is going to be interesting...' thought Geor, as he heard the energetic lady's response. He could only hope they wouldn't mess the crab up too bad... He was looking forward to a nice meal after all.

"Uh, I kinda overslept every single cooking lesson. I stopped trying after the soup almost attacked the Home Ec teacher. I'm pretty sure it was alive."

That one was only half true. The soup didn't attack the teacher, but that wasn't too far from the truth. He was eying the nuclear waste, boiling in a pot. The teacher was approaching rapidly, tasting the products of the butlers, and Geor was getting nervous. He was sure he messed up, but at that time he didn't know the true extent of it. When the poor teacher reached his table, she took a spoon, and tasted it. Well, she tried to taste it, but as the smell reached her nose, she fell over, unconscious. Geor's "soup" was documented as a new type of poison, and he didn't have to do anything since then.

A few seconds later she told him how they could be friends, and Geor responded with a laughter. "I guess you're right. It would be nice to have friends here. Well, aside from my lady of course." responded Geor, and he could almost pity the neighborhood. If they ever joined forces, chaos would spread like wildfire. He was about to grab the bucket with the crabs, when he noticed his new friend shiver. He almost forgot that she had been standing in the cold lake in the winter. With a sigh he took off his jacket, and put it around her shoulders.

"You shouldn't be that reckless. Things might get troublesome if you catch a cold, you know."

Then she said the r word. Run. It was the bane of Geor's existence, but whining was not an option in this situation. Geor reached into his pocket, looking for the painkillers. They were right there, so he relaxed a bit. Even if his knee acted up from running, he would manage to get back to his room, thus he reluctantly agreed.

"Darn. I guess we have no choice. It's getting colder anyway. I'll try to keep up with you." responded Geor, and took off running after the smaller girl, gritting his teeth, and clutching his medicine in one hand. God, how he hated being in a hurry, but he was supposed the be a gnetleman before a butler.

Tag Olive
Words 410
Notes Sorry, Im in the middle of some exams ^^'
Music Velonica by Aqua Timez

made by Khordak